Rown

Me: Mirror mirror on the wall Who's the happiest of them all? Mirror: Wait, aren't you supposed to ask who's the fairest? Me: No, I know I'm not the fairest, And I don't need anyone to tell me I'm less pretty than anyone, But Tell me who's the happiest So I can borrow some from them, And give it to my heart, And look at you face to face  Stare without getting heartbroken at my reflection  That looks like it's grieving for the smile  it has lost in the war, And every time I look at it,  I feel like I'm attending a funeral. Maybe it'll give it some strength  to lift up the curves even if it is just for the crucial times. Tell me, Tell me so I can turn the world upside down, To find it Even if I have no magic in me,  Facebook is no less than that, Tell me o' mirror, I need to know I'm tired of seeing this soulless eyes  That has been washed way too many times by tears  And has lost i

I hate you, You heard it right, I actually hate you for all pain you hid under the hood, And cloaked it by your smile, And made it look like it doesn't even exists. And I hate myself For not being able to see through it, Even though I was known for being able to disect your feelings layer by layer. I was the best detective  Who used be able to read what's going on in your heart Just by the degree of curve on your lips. I hate you, For all the time you pushed me away With the fear to lose me in the heart, That has always been beating for me While it was beating you up with the guilt Eating you up like a maggots, Sucking life out of you like a parasite, And I hate myself for letting you push me away, While I blindfolded myself with anger, And shut my ears out of fear of not being able to take the truth. I hate you like how I hate sun that enrages me when it's at its hottest But still keeps me warm, Like how I hate moon for

Dear stranger, It's been a while since you last called. I have been longing to hear your voice But it is not easy to call a stranger, right? You have to muster up all the courage And think about all the responses they might give And critically analyze if you're strong enough to digest it along with all the butterflies you still feel for them. You see, I was supposed to write about a random stranger but, my heart only drags me to your street. It's easier to write about when you know which way you're going, And my mind, body, and feet always turns to you all the time, Wish I could stop it but my reflexes are so familiar with your memories, It always ends up betraying me even when I tell them that's not the street I should be taking. Dear stranger, How are you? I hope you are doing well. I hope you get hurt by my poems less by the day, I know you still read them, I know you still wonder who makes me laugh these days like you did, Or maybe you pretend t

दिनरात तिम्रो बारेमा कविता लेख्ने म आज म आफ्नो बारे लेख्दैछु र भर्दैछु त्यसलाई चुम्बकले जसले तानोस् तिम्रो मुटुलाई जुन भन्छौ अहिले फलामको भएको छ। मेरो बारेमा थाहा नभएको त के छ र तिमीलाई? कुनै शब्दले भनिसकें, कुनै कवितामा भरेर दिइसकेँ, र जुन छुटेका थिए, त्यो तिमीले आँखामा हेरेर पढिसक्यौ। आफ्नो बखान कुन शब्दले गरुँ र? म भन्दा बढी त तिमी गर्थ्यौ। स्वर्गबाट तिम्रै लागि मात्र पठाएको परी, जसको एक मुस्कानले मन्त्र मुग्ध भएको थियौ, जसले प्रेमको क ख नबुझेकोलाई पूरा परिभाषा सिकायो जो तिम्रो अँध्यारोमा उज्यालो भर्थ्यो आदि इत्यादि। तर अहिले भन्छौ कि परिभाषा भुल्यौ रे, अनि साथै सबै स्मृति जसले तिमी र म लाई हामी बनाउँथ्यो अनि सोध्छौ त्यो आकाशकी परी कुन्नि कता झरी खोज्छु म वरिपरि, तर देख्दिन म कुन्नि कसरी। अनि म उत्तर दिन्छु, त्यो परी को जादुको छडी, त गएको छ आजकल उसलाई छोडी, अनि एसो पछाडि हेर्दा त गइसकेछ उसको पखेटा पनि उडी, त्यसैले होला सात समुन्द्र पारि तिमीलाई माया पठाउन सकेको छैन, अनि त जाँदैछ तिम्रो मन पनि टाढिई। तर अझै पनि आशा गर्छु, फर्किनेछौ यी शब

We had always known that  even though our shadows looked similar  when we look at it We are different from every aspect still trying to match desperately, Like Ying and Yang The black and white, We tried to complement each other rather than trying to look for substitution, You know how we read about the effects of it And were always okay to try to fit Because it felt perfect. But now that the colors are fading, How we expected the black one would just fade to white, And we would be of the same shade But when the turning came, the white one turned in to darker one with time, The two whites would have shed the color in both's life But both growing darker only eliminated all the sources of light Only to prove, We have been the mismatched socks, all along That can be together, But cannot be worn at once. But do you wanna still try to fit and create a new fashion trend? I'm all up

काठमाडौ, म जन्मेको सहर, जसको मुटुको ढुकढुकी म मेरो मुटुमा सुन्छु, त्यो उस्तै छैन आजकल, अनि म गुनासो गर्छु, के भयो मेरो काठमाडौ लाई । काठमाडौं मेरो पहिलो माया, त्यो पहिलो माया जुन कसैले मुटु बाट मेट्न सक्दैन, जुन कयौं प्रेम पछि पनि मन मस्तिष्क को सम्झनामा बाँचिरहन्छ, जुन आफ्नो नाम याद नहुँदा समेत याद रहन्छ। म उसको कुना काप्चा मा प्रेमी हरु ले हात समाए झैं हिँड्थे जस्तै मन मा कुनै डर थियो यी हात छुट्ला भनेर, जस्तै लाग्थ्यो की यो साथ टूट्ला भनेर किनकि उसको साथ कहिले देखि थियो भन्न नसकिने गरेर पुरानो थियो, जब साथी भन्ने शब्दको अर्थ समेत थाहा थिएन, तब देखि काठमाडौ मेरो साथी थियो। चाहे दुःख होस् चाहे सुखमा । अरु कोही साथी भन्ने नहुँदा, म बसेको ठाउँ मा ऊ परेवा पठाउँथ्यो, अनि म हेर्थेँ ती साना तर कहिले नभरिने पेटमा दाना भरेको, ऊ हावालाई पठाउँथ्यो, सायद उसलाई मेरो कपाल उडेको हेर्न मन लाग्थ्यो। काठमाडौँ को मायालु धेरै थिए, छन् पनि, ऊ त सबैको पहिलो नजरको प्रेम तर मेरो लागि यसरी थियो की लाग्थ्यो ऊ मेर