Monthly Archives: अगस्ट 2010

बिज्ञान र कविता


संसार;
बिज्ञानको हत्केलामा देखेपछी
त्यो कवीले
निसंकोच बिज्ञान पढ्यो ।
अनी,
उसको कवितामा षोडशी स्त्री हैन,
सैयौँ ईलेक्ट्रोनहरु प्रवेश गरे ।
फलस्वरूप;
ति शब्दहरु मात्तिए ।
अर्थहरु आत्तिए

कविता करेन्ट भयो …
साँच्चै करेन्ट ।

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Poem: The Charisma


I am not a poet.
Yesterday, At mid-night;
I killed mine poem

“In circle of thirsty feelings
those bloodied words became martyrs…”
dictionary, the country of words whispered.

I looked into mine heart:
the veins of sorrows;
the veins of ecstasies;
were fully nerveless, unconscious.
I sighed. I cried …

I asked to mine soul of truth,
Now, how can i cherish the full moon?
How can i decipher this zigzag life?
How can i impress myself?
I have no charisma at all.
I have no charisma at all.

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