☯️ मृत्यु के बोल्छ, बुझ्दिन आमा । झुन्डिएकि छ छोरी मृत्युलाई घाटीमा बेरेर, माथी माथी छ्तका भित्तामा, आसु बोल्छे आमा, बिलौनाले घाटी सुकेको छ, छोरी सुन्दिन बौलाएको धड्कनलाई सुतिरहेछ, मृत्युलाई सिरानी च्यापी ! आमा कराउछे सबै यादहरु बोकेर, छोरी झुन्डिएकि छे क्षितिजमा, अब उ कहिल्यै जमिन टेक्दैन, फर्कने छैन अब त्यो जुन कहिलै पनि पृथ्वीमा, … Continue reading आमा, त पापी रहेछस् ! – Rajkamal Fakir
☯️ एउटा अमिलो सहर छ, जहाँ तिता सपनाले बनेका घरहरुमा मिठो सिरानी हालेर म नुनिलो निन्द्रा निदाइरहेछु ! यहाँ न रात छ न रातको बिपरित बिहान, यहाँ मात्र छ एउटा चिहान ! जहाँ म हरेक रात रातो ताबुतमा हरिया सपना देख्छु ! बिहान ति सपना पहेँला हुन्थे, तर अफसोस यहाँ अहिले बिहान हुदैनन् ! न … Continue reading सहर
These poems were written on purpose of submitting at a opening of theater at Kathmandu. One of mine and one of my friend. Rajkamal Fakir - देखेको सुनेको संसारबाट अलि पर एउटा सुन्दर मैदान छ, फुलस्तै फुल फुलेको मैदानमा तारा फुल्छ्न र माझमा मात्र एउटा रुख छ ; दयालु रुख । रुख शान्त छ, न … Continue reading दयालु रुख
Remorse lied behind words Clothes are whatever I'm not stripped I'm just unclosed to own self. Being lied behind behavior Character is whatever I'm not characterless I'm just being myself. There's a society Out there To blame you for Blaming them. Sued for the Undone and still Bearing the unbearable Pain. Cause your scars Speak … Continue reading I’m Indifferent
This is a work of FICTION. It's a work of fiction done without a pinch of research. Research leads to facts and I hate that. Today's topic is Buddha. He is not a person or a god. He is just topic and will be. Few days ago, Nepal participated in a Guinness World Record where … Continue reading Another Buddha ?
She was speaking like an anchor of some shitty TV reality show. Thought stopped when I heard the sentence. She said that if shark dies, it will reach to the bottom of the ocean and parasites will help the corpse to decompose. Why was she saying these childish things to a stranger ? I met … Continue reading What’s her name ?
The day when everybody called me mad. The day when everybody behaved like lad. The day when everybody called it fame. But, I was irritate of my own name. Mad means Success They said, I listened. Success means Enemies. They said, I got scared. My own success was burden for me Everybody behaved like I … Continue reading The Day I Got Scared Of My Own Shadow
A student wishes to ask his beloved to dance, but she refuses, saying she would only accept if he brought her a red rose. It so happened that in the place where the student lived, all the roses were yellow or white. The nightingale heard the conversation. Seeing his sorrow, she decided to help the … Continue reading Love
A satisfying novel regarding different topics related to feminism, romance, love and ...work. A typical indian girl who tops every classes she attended in her life and roamed around the world for business and because of love failures. It is a complete novel about how a girl thinks about a guy and how guy senses … Continue reading One Indian Girl – Review