The Young Writer

यो देशमा— कहाँ छ विश्वास? कहाँ छ भरोसा? व्यापार व्यवसाय गर तिमी दलाल पुँजीपति। सरकारी कार्यालयमा जागिर खाउ तिमी भ्रष्ट कर्मचारी। राजनीतिमा लाग तिमी नेता र झोले। सामाजिक रुपान्तरणमा लाग, तिमी डलरे विदेशी एजेन्ट। जागिर मात्रै खाउ जोखिम तिमीले मोलेनौ। कहाँ छ यो देश? गर्ने के यहाँ? गुमेको त्यो विश्वास, त्यो भरोसा—  फर्किन्छ कसरी? रगतले लिप्त, विद्वंश पश्चात उदाएका  ती आशाका  झिना किरणहरू बलिदान, पीडा र वेदनाले जुर्मुराएका  ती आशाका  झिना किरणहरू कालो, अनाकान्टार अन्ध्येरो रात्री पश्चात उदाएका  ती झिना  आशाका  किरणहरू आगो र ज्वालाको आँधीबेरीलाई चिरेर उदाएका  ती झिना  आशाका  किरणहरू। रगतले सिँचित  ती आशाका किरणहरूमाथि, धावा नबोल! विश्वासको बिउसित  खेल नखेल्!

Poetry is emotion Poetry is sadness Poetry is rage But now I avoid pain And I avoid rain.

Witnessing the lavishness and  the riches of the Narayanhiti I feel this hate surging within me I feel the blood boiling in my veins... When the country lived in hunger The children and the old died of cold They lived inside the high walls Feasting on the exotic dishes In their fancy glistening dishes of fine china and glass and gold and what not When people died of hot in Dhanusha And of cold in Jumla For the lack of hospitals and roads in Rukum and as Koshi flooded down south They rested in their imported cushions Controlling the temperature with the remote controls As they showed off the namesake halls And their trophy animals on the walls. Mahendra shoved down our mouth the khasa bhasa As he sent his sons and daughters further west If English was the language you so desired, If Nepali was not elite enough for you, If you always desired your sons and daughters to go to the Oxfords and the Cambridges Why the shenanigan ? Why Nepali? While people slept by the road in t...

Sagarmatha I carved out of dead lump of rock Lying just down the block A flock of chemists  in ASCol lab Created Buddha on a slab. The Brits went packing and panting All thanks to my skills in catapult aiming. No! They didn't make Jungey their bitch And the Shahs didn't fuck us over in a ditch Because we are Bir Gorkhali soldiers That didn't die in the trenches in the Great Wars And that certainly don't die in the snows of Kargil and sands of Afghanistan We are immortals carving dead lumps of rocks into glorious mountain

From the moment of birth There was death written on your face Even before the yarn was unspun Death waited for you with an open arm— Smile on its face And— Life— pushing you and pushing you and pushing you — With a grin on her face Ever knowing that there was only one dole for you, And You?— Feeling the power of life surging in your minuscule existence, Completely blinded, crawl forward...

Destiny? Everything feels like destiny Isn't it a bit of mystery? Everything feels like destiny Do you ever think that Life with all its history Isn't it a bit of mystery? When you wake up early morning in summers  day Don't you feel the light was forever forever meant be When you wake up in the spring-tide Don't you feel that song the birds sing was forever forever meant to be In the dead of winter cold Don't you feel the agony Was was forever forever meant to be The leaves that in autumn fall Don't you think that was silly old destiny... destiny? In the evening with days worth work Tired up till the throat Don't you feel like a sick old joke... Of destiny? Of destiny? A sick old joke of destiny. All the lives in history Kissed by the dreaded old destiny Aren't they a  mystery? Aren't they a mystery? Hindsight

Let's get high... Let's get high... High up in the mountains, High up in the clouds. High, Up with the birds, With the moon and the stars, Let's get high. Let's get high... On music and shrooms, On grass and thoughts, Let's fly, like birds in the sky. Let's get high, and Fly away into the wilderness, Away  from all this noise and chaos, Towards joy, towards love, towards nature. Let's get high...High... With the birds and clouds, With the moon and the stars, Let's get high.