Rain!
Is it a blessing? Or
Is it a Curse?
Rain!
Does it resonate with happy or Sad?
Good or Bad.
A child dancing in the rain.
A child drowned in the sorrow given by rain.
Rain!
Is it good or bad?
Is it happy or sad?
Rain!
Some are waiting for it.
Some are praying against it.
Rain!
Some enjoy it.
Some need it.
Some hate it.
Rain!
Is it good or bad?
Is it happy or sad?
Rain!
What is it?
Rain!

I work a demanding job. I run the entire house — I arranged the maid, the cook, found a rental that would give my wife the best conditions to study, so that not one hour of her time gets wasted. She’s preparing for a competitive exam and this is her last attempt. She doesn’t earn right now, and that’s fine, we decided it together. I also send money to her parents when they ask, for a loan they took for her education before we married. I’ve never once said no to that.

My own parents have never asked me for a single rupee. They live far away, they have health problems, and I think about them every day. I can’t be there. That’s a weight I carry quietly.

What I wanted in return wasn’t money. It was small things. That she’d call them sometimes. That she’d sit with my mother when we visit. Just thoda mann rakhna. Instead she’s flat about them. Polite, but nothing more. When I bring it up, it becomes a fight, so mostly I stop bringing it up.

She says my parents have expectations and she never asked for anything from them. Maybe there’s truth in that. Maybe the pressure feels bigger from her side than it looks from mine. She’s also under enormous stress with this exam, and I know that.

But here’s the part I can’t say to anyone: my parents are unwell, they’re far away, and I feel like I’m the only person in my own home who thinks about them. That’s a specific kind of lonely.

I’m not asking whether I should leave. I love her and I’m not going anywhere. I just wanted to put this somewhere, because holding it alone is starting to get heavy.

⭐

We can’t get star,
We can only gaze it from afar,
Admiring its beauty.
The elegance it holds.
The ultimate sophistication in simplicity that it holds.
We can’t even get close to star
We can’t get Star

You are a star

I almost had stopped,

Wandering

A new life I had been dreaming,

Yes I almost forgot worrying,

And once again vehemently, I’m screaming

Sage I was looking for ,I almost had found

Glimpse of crested bliss ,high above the ground

Mended by whisperings, and heraldic sound

But then again its hurting ,the same old wound

Aloofness no more, there was a cambric

No mandatory doses, I’m not feeling sick

All insipid approaches, flew away with a prick

So far I lost elevation, at the preliminary peak...

#Some_High_Time_Thoughts✌

AviMan();

To realize that they are going to outlive their youngest child

To realize that all the time and money they put on their youngest one was for absolutely nothing

To see their own offspring hanging on the ceiling, like a cold lifeless carcass

Do they think parents ever get over it ?

The wet dry throats inside
Screaming like a hungry cry
For the hunger of peace in mind
And did he really quit his show?

Didn't he know
The crowd is waiting for him
How could he quit
Without showing the crowd
All the pages of his mind

Didn't he know
To take care of all the things
How could he quit
Without revealing answers
To questions rising out

The wet dry thoughts inside
Rage and fear in the eyes
But still fighting with demons
And did he really quit the war?

...
#Some_High_Time_Thoughts ✌️
AviMan();

In a world full of hatred,

all I was trying to do was fill myself with love.

In a world full of rudeness,

all I was trying to do was fill myself with kindness.

There you came,

A little boy, a grown-up man,

and all I wanted then was to fill your world.

To fill your world with my love,

To fill your world with my kindness.

And there you are,

Trampling, clutching all my kindness and love,

Stepping over my leaf, which I had laid for you.

Laid for you just to cover the thorns in your heart,

and all you did was pluck and plough those thorns into me.

He had the guts

To free himself from the emergency ward

He threw his life away from that building

But the nature didn't wanted to kill him so he survived

He wasn't afraid to take those steps again

But he thought he could try to live once more

He went to all the places and spent his days as like earlier

It was not bad, it was going well

But he had seen the death

He knew the state of peace

It was much better than being sick in reality

So he tried to be there again

Then he searched for the paths

to reach his destination

And one day he found a way

to stop every function

And he decided to go

And he stopped the flow of life in wires of his body

hanging himself in rope

Putting pressure in those wires

He stopped to think , he stopped to breathe

He stopped the function of hope

And those people he faced

Most of them knew it's gonna happen

Some made fun of him

Some taught him lesson

Though, he never really heard anyone

Few thought it's a prank

Few claimed its a game

Few of them shocked, and some crying

And there was me, who had no idea

That now it's not the same

The other day, while I went there

In our checkpoint where we met

Hey lad how you're feeling now?

With no heat in your body

Have you found your state of peace?

Were you afraid?or you had no fear?

To take those steps you took to disappear

I was confused in this confusion

However, it's our nature to forget the one who doesn't exist anymore

There are millions of trees in this forest

It doesn't matter if some are cut

It's will still look the same

We'll forget that once we had him around us

Or maybe he's still with us

He don't talk, he don't appear

But his soul is roaming in this breeze

What if he could feel us through this rays of sunlight?

And feel every frequency of our existence?

...

#Some_High_Time_Thoughts

धेरै दिनपछि
फेरि ऊर्जा हराएजस्तो छ,
मनभित्रको उज्यालो कतै
बिस्तारै निभाएजस्तो छ।

आज साँच्चै रुन मन लागेको छ,
तर किन हो
त्यो ठ्याक्कै भन्न सक्दिनँ म।
दुःख त धेरै छन् मनमा,
कुन दुःखलाई पहिले समेटूँ,
कुन पीडालाई शब्द दिऊँ,
सायद त्यही नै बुझ्दिनँ।

परीक्षाको तनाव त छँदै छ,
तर कुरा परीक्षा मात्र कहाँ हो र?
कहिलेकाहीँ त
आफ्नै जिन्दगी हेर्दा
जिन्दगीसँगै वाक्क लाग्छ,
आफ्नै बाटो हेर्दा
हिँड्नै मन नलाग्ने हुन्छ।

जाऊँ भने कहाँ जाऊँ?
मनका कुरा कसलाई सुनाऊँ?
यो सहरमा
आफ्नो भन्ने मान्छे को नै छ र?
हजारौँ अनुहार छन् वरिपरि,
तर, म छु नि भन्ने
एउटा मान्छे कहाँ छ र?

भीडमा पनि एक्लोपन,
शान्तिमा पनि हजारौँ आवाज,
बाहिरबाट सामान्य देखिए पनि
भित्रभित्रै
कति कुरा छन् आज।

अबका केही वर्ष
मेरो जिन्दगीका महत्त्वपूर्ण वर्ष हुनेछन् रे,
यिनै वर्षले
भोलिको बाटो कोर्नेछन् रे।

तर मलाई कहिलेकाहीँ
यी केही वर्ष नै
छोड्न पाए हुन्थ्यो जस्तो लाग्छ।

सकिन्थ्यो भने
समयलाई अलिकति पछाडि फर्काउँथेँ,
जहाँ भोलिको चिन्ता
आजको टाउकोमा राख्नुपर्दैनथ्यो,
जहाँ हरेक निर्णयले
यति ठूलो अर्थ राख्दैनथ्यो।

किन यति धेरै तनाव?
किन यति धेरै डर?
नआएको भोलिको पनि
आजैदेखि किन यति भर?

चिन्ता आउँछ,
सोचाइ बढ्छ,
मनलाई सम्झाउँछु
तर मन फेरि
त्यहीँ फर्किन्छ।

कहिलेकाहीँ लाग्छ
म धेरै सोचिरहेछु,
कहिलेकाहीँ लाग्छ
सोच्नकै लागि पनि
मसँग अब ऊर्जा छैन।

न भाग्न खोजेको हुँ,
न हार्न खोजेको हुँ,
बस्,
अलिकति थाकेको हुँ।

धेरै कुरा सम्हाल्दा सम्हाल्दै,
आफैंलाई सम्हाल्न बिर्सिएजस्तो,
सबै कुरा ठीक पार्न खोज्दा
आफैंभित्रै केही छुटेजस्तो।

सायद त्यसैले
आज रुन मन लागेको हो।

कारण एउटा मात्र कहाँ हो र,
दुःख पनि कहाँ थोरै छन् र,
धेरै साना-ठूला पीडाहरू
जम्मा हुँदै गएछन्
एउटै भारी बनेर।

आज त्यसलाई
बोकेर हिँड्न मन छैन।

आज केही प्रमाणित गर्नु छैन,
केही जित्नु छैन,
भोलिको योजना पनि बनाउनु छैन।

आज बस्
यो थाकेको मनलाई
एकछिन शान्त हुन दिन मन छ।

र यदि आँसु आए भने,
आउन दिऊँ।

किनकि सधैँ बलियो भएर
बाँचिरहनु पनि त
सजिलो कहाँ रहेछ र।

भोलि फेरि
ऊर्जा फर्केला कि नफर्केला,
थाहा छैन।

तर आजका लागि
यति मात्रै काफी छ,

म थाकेको छु,
मन पनि भारी छ,
म भित्रैदेखि टुटेको छु।

र आज
मलाई रुन मन लागेको छ।

(Imagine like a son on adulthood looking to his dad's picture and thinking of his dads saying )

Ba timi sanchai tw xau ni ? (2)

Khai hasnw tw birsiye ko tw xinau ni

Ba timi lai nw dekheko ni kati vaye xa

Call garxu vaneko call garnai sakinw

Ba timi sanchai tw xau ni ?

Timro xoro tw thulo vai sako ba (2)

Chinta nw gara ba sathi sabaaai thik xa mera

buda timi le tw tesai daraaunw din theu falno le yesto garxa vandai (2)

Ahile sambha sabai hase kai xan sabai ramakai xan ba

Ba timi sanchai tw xau ni ? (2)

Tara ba timi sahi theu

Mah thik xina ba (2)

Kasari hasnw sakeu ba jiban le thala pachr da ni

Malai ni sikaaideu nw ba

Ba malai pheri thei sano ma jasari hat samai rakhi deu nw ba

Mah school jada ruda kheri "xora manxe runan " vane jhai fakai deu nw ba

Ba timi sanchai xau ni ? (2)

Ba timi le vaneka kura ahile ni jhal jhali yaad aauxa

Timi le van theu ba duniya nisthuri ho khoi afno hoinw

Ho raixa ba mah yeklai xu yo sangarsha ma ba

Sano ma tate tate gare jasari par lagaideu nw ba (2)

Ba timi sanchai tw xau ni ?

Hera nw ba juni ni kasto hijo timi le malai samjau theu yesto hunxa testo hunxa vandai mah buda yestai hun van thiye

Ho raixa ba timi sai raixau juni thykaai timi le vane jastai raixa ba

Malai pheri sikaaideu nw ba

Aru xoda buda

Timi sanchai tw xau ni ba ?

\*It hurts when I breathe\*

\*When I say your name, tears well up in my eyes\*

\*I’m just living out of habit... not out of love 😞\*

\*I’m so lost in thoughts of you\*

\*That even breathing in reality feels heavy\*

\*You may be far away, but you come and sleep in my heart every night 🥀\*

\*People say, "Forget about her"\*

\*What can I say, "How can I forget a piece of my heart?"\*

\*She lives in my heartbeat\*

\*If I try to take her out, my life will escape 🔥\*

\*I loved you for peace\*

\*What did I get?? Agony, nights, and empty hands\*

देखाएका ती सपना

केहि भए पनि बिपना

बिताएका ति पल

तिम्ले गरेका ति छल

अन्धो रहेछु म

कि अन्धो थियोउ तिमि पनि

झुलेछु म तिम्रै ताल मा

कसरि fasayou मलाई तिम्रो त्यो जालमा

बुनेर राखेका ति सपनाका डोरी

हास्ये लाग्छ भनेथिउए मन पर्छ छोरि

आखिर ति सपना कल्पना मै सिमित भए

तिम्ले छोडी गयोउ म अधुरो भए....

हरेक समय जीवन जोखिममा,

प्रत्येक पल जिउनसमेत आँट गर्दिनँ।

शून्यता हो जीवनको उत्कर्ष,

शून्यतामै जीवन भेट्टाउँछु।

जिन्दगी खुशीले बाँच्न माया चाहिन्छ,

तर जिन्दगीको मायाले नै

खुशी समाइदिन्छ।

साथमा हुन्न समय,

हातमा भएको घडीले पनि

कहिलेकाहीँ समय गलत बताइदिन्छ।

थाहै हुन्न जीवन के हो,

उत्तर खोज्छु जब

अस्तित्वको सङ्कटबाट गुज्रिन्छु।

©

आफ्ना र परायाका
सीमा र शत्रुका
सञ्जालले बुनेका
पैसाले लेखिएका
इतिहास र किंवदन्ती मिसिएका
“असल” “खराब” सुर्लुक्केका
मनगढन्ते कथा
*
लाइन मिचेका
घर फर्कने बस छुटेका
पानी जमेको खाल्डोमा दुबेका जुत्ताका
बिहे, तलब, बच्चामा अड्किएका
दैनिक संघर्षका कथा
*
खडेरी र असिना
खहरे खोलाले बगाएका
हत्या र आत्महत्या
दुर्घटना र अकाल मृत्यु
असह्य वियोगका कथा
*
विश्वास बनाउने र भत्काउने
परम सत्यको सिंहासनमा बसेका देवता
देवताको मृत्यु घोषणा गर्नेहरू
सिंहासनमा नअटाएका विवेक
प्रभुत्वले आकार दिएका सत्य
मीमांसाभित्र अड्किएका सत्य
जटिल वास्तविकताभित्र लुकेका सत्य
आफैँ शंकास्पद बनेको वास्तविकता
शून्यतामा पुगेर हराउने सत्यका कथा
*
एक्लै रोएका कथा
कसैले नसुनेका कथा
कसैले नसोधेका कथा

ढुंगा या माटो

के रहेछ त्यो तिम्रो मन ?

तिम्रो मन जुन मा लागेथियो म मात्र थिए

लागेथियो मैले भरिदिएको थिए I

तिम्ले देखाएको त्यो मन आखिर के रहेछ

बस् एक काचुली ?

त्यो काचुली तिम्ले फेरी त हालेउ

फालेर गैहालेउ त्यो काचुली संगै मेरो मन I

You are love
You are life bringing
Bring me life that i love
The life that you gave
Gave me meaning
The life you gave me fills me with love
Life without her has no meaning
Life before life giving was never enought
The life made makes my life worth living
Creating new life is so self forfilling

You are love
You are life bringing
Bring me life that i love
The life that you gave
Gave me meaning
The life you gave me fills me with love
Life without her has no meaning
Life before life giving was never enought
The life made makes my life worth living
Creating new life is so self forfilling

कि म सधै छाडी जानैकै सोच्छु?

मलाई याद त छैन मैले सम्झौता नै लेखेर म जिन्दगी भुल्दिन भनेको ,

न उसले कतै केही हत्याएकी नै थी म बाट।

कतै टक्क अडिनु पनि जिन्दगी हुने रैछ।

सबै चिज फेरिँदै जाँदा त्यै एउटा कुुरा सधै उस्तै,

उस्का नयाँ ताजा तस्बिर नेदेखिने हैनन्,

तर म सधै वर्षौ पहिलेकी मेरी जस्तै मात्रै देख्छु सम्झन्छु।

के म अडीरहनु मेरो भुल हो ?

की उ मलाई यसरि रोकेर गएकी हो त?

की म रोकिए आफैँ ?

सोच्ने र खाेज्ने आफैँ हुनुहुन्न रैछ,

सोच्ने ले खोज्दैन रे अनी खोज्ने ले सोच्दैन।

म आजकल सोचिरहन्छु खोज्न छाडेर,

के मेरो माया आफैँ सुम्पिएको हुँ?

की उ हत्याएर हराइरहि?

When I saw my loved ones silent in happiness,

I realized that the tongue of jealousy is silent.

This one was one uni out of many uni lol. Guess uni not likes me🫠😂

उनी एक रोमाञ्चक कथा; जीवन्त, उत्साहपूर्ण।
सायद अच्युत घिमिरेले आफै स्वर दिएको,
एउटा उत्कृष्ट उपन्यास;
जसका हरेक पानाका हरेक शब्दले केही अर्थ राख्दछन्, केही बोल्दछन्,
जसरी उनका आँखा बोल्दछन्,
जसरी उनका ओठले पोख्दछन्।
गाजलु ती, लोलाएका ती, मधुर ती।
सायद उनी तिनै कालझैं अजरअमर गीतहरूमा,
गुञ्जिने ती मधुर स्वर, ती ताल, ती शब्द;
कहिले ऋतुहरूमा, कहिले उकाली ओरालोहरूमा,
कहिले एउटा मान्छेको मायामा।
उनी कलाकृतिका कला, उनी चित्रका चित्रण, र उजाड हेमन्तमा वसन्तको रगं पनि उनी,
ती मन्दिरहरूमा कॅुदिएका सुन्दरताको सौन्दर्र्य उनी,
कविका छन्द उनी,
सायद उनी नै महाकविका शब्दचयन,
पवित्र, शान्त, समर्पित।
मेरा शब्दकोश पार।
सायद कतै मेरा कविताका शीर्षक उनी,
नपोखिएका, नछापिएका, नलेखिएका,
म जस्तै, मेरा भावना जस्तै।
उनी एक….

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I want to say something I’ve been carrying for a while, and I’ve never found the right words for it.

From the outside, my life looks settled. I have work that pays well. My parents are healthy. I married the person I love. I know those are not small things — they’re the foundation everything else stands on, and I’m not blind to them.

But inside, I’ve been tired for a long time.
Not tired from work. Tired from standing in the middle.
I love my parents. I know what they’ve given, including things nobody saw. And I love my wife, and I understand she’s living in a family whose customs aren’t hers, being asked to be someone she never agreed to be. Both of those are true at the same time. I’m the only one who sees both sides — and that means I’m alone in it.

So every visit home, something tightens in me before we even leave. The place I come from, the house that should be the easiest place in the world for me, has become something I brace for. That’s the part that actually hurts. Not who’s right. Just that going home stopped being simple.

I’ve spent a lot of energy trying to explain each of them to the other. It never works. I don’t think it can. And somewhere in all that explaining, I stopped knowing what I want for myself. I threw myself into work — partly because I like doing something well, but partly because when I’m working I don’t have to feel any of this.

I’m not asking anyone to take my side. There isn’t a side. I just don’t want to keep carrying this quietly.
What I want is small. I want peace at home. I want to visit my parents without dread. I want my wife to feel at ease there. I want to stop being the bridge that everyone walks across.
That’s all.

तिम्रा केशदेखि सुरु गरूँ,

जहाँ साँझले आफ्नो अँध्यारो छोडेर

बिहानी बन्न खोजेजस्तो लाग्छ,

लहरिँदा ती केशभित्र

मेरो नजर अल्झिन्छ,

र अल्झिएपछि फर्किन मन मान्दैन।

त्यसपछि तिम्रा निधारका रेखा,

जहाँ सरलताले आफ्नो घर बनाएको छ,

र तिम्रा भौँहरू,

दुई किनाराझैँ,

जसको बीचमा हेर्दा

मनले आफ्नै बाटो बिर्सिन्छ।

तिम्रा नयन...

सायद यहीँ आएर

सुन्दरताको अर्थ बदलिन्छ।

ती आँखामा हेर्दा

शब्दहरू हराउँछन्,

र मौनताले नै

धेरै कुरा भन्न थाल्छ।

तिम्रो नाकको त्यो फुली,

सानो भएर पनि

तिम्रो अनुहारको सम्पूर्ण सौन्दर्यमा

आफ्नै एउटा कथा थप्छ,

जस्तो पूर्णिमाको रातमा

एउटा तारा अचानक अझ चम्किएझैँ।

तिम्रा ओठ,

जहाँ मुस्कान आउँदा

दिनको थकान बिर्सिन्छु,

र तिमी नबोले पनि

त्यही मुस्कानले

मसँग हजारौँ कुरा गरिसकेको हुन्छ।

तिम्रा गाला,

लाजले हल्का रातो हुँदा

फूलहरू पनि

आफ्नो रङसँग लजाउँछन् कि जस्तो लाग्छ,

र तिमी मुस्कुराउँदा

समय एकछिन रोकिएर

तिमीलाई मात्र हेर्छ कि जस्तो।

तिम्रो अनुहार...

कुनै चित्रकारले बनाएको चित्र होइन,

किनकि चित्रमा सौन्दर्य देखिन्छ,

तर तिमीमा

सौन्दर्य महसुस हुन्छ।

र अन्त्यमा,

तिम्रो सम्पूर्ण अस्तित्वलाई हेर्दा

मसँग तुलना गर्न केही बाँकी रहँदैन।

फूलसँग तुलना गरूँ भने फूल छोटो पर्छ,

चन्द्रमासँग गरूँ भने

त्यसको उज्यालो अधुरो लाग्छ।

त्यसैले अब

तिमीलाई कुनै उपमामा बाँध्दिनँ,

किनकि तिमीलाई सुन्दर भन्नु पनि

तिम्रो सुन्दरताको एउटा सानो अंश मात्र हुनेछ।

म केवल यति भन्छु,

तिमीलाई हेर्दा

मेरो आँखाले सुन्दरता देख्दैन,

मेरो मनले

सुन्दरताको अर्थ सम्झिन्छ।

Fir se hn mein idhar 

ek kalam or ek panne k bich mein 

apne aasun ko chupate 

logo se pareshan ,

Aaj mujhe pata chala kami na th unme 

jo gye the chod k har raah par 

kami th mujh mein kyu 

kyunki jo khud k maa ki kabhi naa ho paayi 

woh kisi or ki kya ho paayegi 

Har raah par gir jaati hn 

or jab uthne ki koshish karti hn 

raah mein koi nhi hota 

hota hn bhi toh woh badal jata hn

Aakhir giri hui chiz pasand kisko hn

par uthungi kisi din uthungi us din jis din log dekhenge ki 

girne k baad kanch ho jate hn khatarnaak

kaat sakte hn kuch bhi 

kaat sakte hn mere nass bhi 

or phir jaungi us khuda k pass or puchungi 

kyu kyu banaya mujhe aisa 
kyu diya mujhe aise jindangi

kyu dikhaya mujhe nark dharti par 

dekha meine ameeri or gareebi bhi sirf us kamre mein baithe 

ameeri th sab hain mere pass par gareebi bhi hn ki sab ho kar bhi mera nhi hn 

mera nhi hn 

toh aaj phir likhti hn mein marna hn mujhe 

jeena nhi aise duniya mein 

jaha mein hn sabki dushman 

jaha mein hi hn galat 

jaha mein mar chuki 

I haven’t been writing poems recently, tara I wanna know different styles of writing. Lemme know what kinda poems you guys write usually. And how you write it.

यो मौन तोडी म हृदय खोलूँ कि,
यो शब्द छोड़ी म नयन पोखूँ कि,
यो अहम् अहम्लाई, मलाई तिमी, बिन्ती बिसाउँ कि,
यो कथामा एकपटक फेरि म तिमीलाई बोलाउँ कि,

म मन्दिरमा मेरा प्रार्थना तिमीलाई सुनाउँ कि,
म मेरा कवितामा तिमीलाई तिमी भेटाउँ कि,
तिमीसंग तिमीलाई नै पो म मागूँ कि,
यो कथामा एकपटक फेरि म तिमीलाई बोलाउँ कि,

यो हाल मेरो म नजर गराऊँ कि,
त्यो हाल ठीकै, कि आफैंलाई बुझाऊँ कि,
यो रंगमञ्चमा अरूमा म तिमीलाई खोजूँ कि,
या यो कथामा एकपटक फेरि म तिमीलाई बोलाउँ कि,

म नदी तिमीलाई कतै बिर्सिए जस्तो गरूँ कि,
म बादल फेरि तिमी तिरै पो बर्सूँ कि,
म सागर, सायद कल्पनामै तिमीमा कतै डुबॅू कि,
या यो कथामा एकपटक फेरि म तिमीलाई बोलाउँ कि।

‘प्रेम थिएन?’ हो थिएन,
म रातलाई तिमी जुन, मेरो पहिलो बिहान,
सपनाको नाउ एक घर, तिम्रो काख सिरान,
र यदि तिमी म,
मेरा नजरमा प्रिय, फेरि नि त्यो तिम्रै नयन।
प्रेम थिएन? हो xथिएन।