Grandpa: an enigma!

Whenever lunch falls short of salt

Comes to my mind this picture of  my grandfather’s kitchen

But the mystery is

How does he know exactly

That his grandson is having tasteless lunch?

To send each time

Some salt into my eyes!!??

Kitchen home

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एउटा नुनिलाे कविता !

जबजब तरकारीमा नुन लाग्दैन

सम्झन्छु हजुरबाकाे यहि भान्छाकाेठा

तर अाश्चर्य,

ठ्याक्कै त्यहि बेला थाहा चाहिँ कसरी हुन्छ हजुरबालार्इ

कि नातीले बिलिनाे तरकारी खाँदै छ भनेर ?

पठार्इदिनलार्इ प्रत्येक पटक

मेरा अाँखामा नुन !??

Kitchen home

Spring [Poem]

How beautiful!

The sun rises among the hills.

All the people rest happily

Upon the green and grassy field.

The green grasses on the ground,

It gives the feeling of sofa set.

Which welcomes all the creatures

So I like spring the best.

By the different colors of flowers

And the sweet sounds of birds.

How happily the spring

Use to welcome us!!

[A poem I wrote while I was in grade nine.]

 

Poem from grade nine.

 

For Full-Timers

Without reason, anytime !!

No season, anytime !!

Morning, evening, day or night

No ‘time prison’, anytime !!

Narrow becomes double lane

Bumping oneself, cussing then !

Where are you heading dear ??

Destination – uncertain…  !!

Each week, each day, throughout the year

Whisky, wine, rum and beer..

If you go on doing the same

When will nation develop dear ?!?!

फरक

‘ कस्तो ढुंगा जस्तो मन ‘

– कसैले कसैलाई भनेथ्यो – ‘ कसै गरे पनि नपग्लने ‘

झल्याँस्स आज सम्झें –

मेरो मन पनि त आज सम्म पग्लिएको मलाई थाहा छैन !

कतै मेरो मन पनि ढुंगा जस्तै त छैन ?

पसें आफैभित्र

धुइंपताल खोजें मनलाई

तर अचम्म,

ढुंगा जस्तो मात्र होइन

ढुंगाकै पो रहेछ मेरो मन त !

चाहिएन मलाई नपग्लने ढुंगाको मन

निकालें,

फालिदिएँ

र अहिले तुलना गर्दैछु

ढुंगाको मन लिएर बाँच्नु र मन नै नलिई बाँच्नुको फरक !!