Rown

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...

We have started falling asleep together during weekends, even when the only thing we could hold was the phone, pillows, blankets, and sheets. I fall asleep as I watch him drift away from reality to the world of dreams peacefully like a child after a long day, even if the sun is up in the sky there and no moon night here. I fall asleep to his sleepy whispers calling my name, his closed eyes and lips pinker than mine, I stare at him and think how much I'm in love with this person. I ponder upon ending the call, but I don't, thinking just this once, I can pretend that we're sleeping together, just not in the same bed, or room, or house, or country, but still together, face to face.  He always sleeps before me, peacefully, telling me the tale of his tiredness and I let him and watch how perfect he looks and think how I can stare at this one person sleeping all my life. But I know, if he'll sleep in front of me in person, I would probably wake him back up just becaus...

Will the things remain same, If I deny changing my last name after marriage? What is the game about changing it and making it same when our heartbeat has a common name. It already makes us one doesn't it? Will your eyes look at me the same way you used to If I deny bowing on your feet on the day of marriage when the priest says so or after marriage? Or will you say No, She doesn’t need to And take a stand for me? Husband is god they say but will you add that my wife needs to be treated as goddess too? because she is my "Ardhangini" the other half that completes me. or will you also weigh the respect I have for you on the one and bowing you on the oth er and take it as a disrespect to your manhood as this society does? The respect should come by heart, The mutual one, Not by bowing on the feet Isn’t it? Will you be ashamed to help me in the kitchen, or cook for me when I come home from work drai...

You once stood tall touching the sky, And I passed almost every day by your side , Never thought you'll fall, Never thought we'll lose you this way, Never gave the attention you deserved, Never realised your value, Never got time to ascend you, But now your broken parts aches my heart, My strength broke with you, My heart broke into two, It cried for your demise, And for the lives you took with you. You were our pride, Who watched our every move, You showed people, A beautiful Kathmandu, But Now you've turned into a death grave, And I wish I had conquered your top to see the beauty that I crave, But all I see now is piles of bricks, And in my eyes it pricks. But I believe, There'll be the sunshine after rain, And you'll bloom like a flower, and rise from the same terrain. We'vent lost faith in you, We'll build you stronger than before, Higher than before, And Nepal, Our beautiful motherland will rise with you, Hands in hands...