Saturday, September 27, 2014

उडानको आधार

त्यो दिन हाम्रो भेट भएको पहिलो पटक थियो।

"के जानेकी छ्यौ," उसले सोध्यो।

"शब्दहरु खेलाउन जानेकी छु। यहि नै हो एउटा विशेषता," मैले भनि दिए।

उ एकैछिन मुस्कुरायो। अनि फेरी भन्यो, "शब्द संग  निकै  प्रेम छ जस्तो छ नि.… " उसले अरु केहि भन्नु अघि म फेरी बोल्न पुगें, "शब्द खेति नै हो जसले हामीलाई जोडेको छ , मल-जल पायो भने सम्बन्ध हरहराउँछ नभए येतिकै सुक्दै जान्छ बालक बबुरो। "

उ मुक्त कण्ठले हाँस्यो,"वास्तवमा नै जानेकी छ्यौ तिमीले शब्द खेलाउन।"

एक छिन कोहि केहि बोलेनौ।  ऊ नि सोच्न थालेँ जस्तो गरि बस्यो।  म नि चुप लागेर बसेँ।

"हो यसरि नै आफुलाई उड्न दिईरहनु।  अनन्त आकाश छ, रोक्ने हैन यी शब्द रुपी तिम्रा पखेटाहरुलाई। उड्न देउ, बग्न देउ।"

"रिचार्ड बेकको 'जोनाथन लिविङ्ग्स्टोन सी गल' पढेकी छ्यौ नि ?" उसले अचानक सोध्यो।

"छु," मैले संक्षिप्त उत्तर दिए।

"हो त्यो सी गलले जस्तै आफुलाई परिधिमा नबांधी अनन्त आकाशमा उड्नको लागि छाडी देउ। रमाइलो छ संसार। बस आफुलाई अनन्त उडान प्रदान गर," उ त्यहि लयमा भन्दै गयो।

म चुप लागेर उसको  कुराहरु सुनी रहेकि थिए।  चिया आइसकेको थियो हामी माझ।

त्यो चियाको चुस्की लिई म एकैछिन हराएँकि जस्ति भएँ। टाढा आकाशमा त्यहि सी गल नै उडेको देखेको जस्तो लाग्यो।  अचानक आ-आफै मुस्काउन थालेछु म।  उ अचम्म मानि मलाइ हेरी राखेको थियो।



इति !
चित्र: वेब बाट !



Thursday, September 25, 2014

Tale of the two worlds

She was busy wording her thoughts on the laptop, when a message popped up on the screen.

“Hey, how you doing?” was there on the notification bar. It was a brief call from him. A smile flaunted on her lips.

“I am doing good,” was her say.

“You seem lost ! Is everything okay?” was the question again.

“Yeah, all’s good,” she said.

In these two sentences, there belied a deep silence from both the ends. 

Nobody spoke.

She tried to gather back her thoughts and put them into wordings again but she was being captured by his thoughts. 

He-was her best friend, the friend she always looked upon. They didn't need to be talking through words to express themselves; even silence did the wonder all the time. They were that close.

But the silence that rose in few of those words was making her feel uncomfortable. Uncomfortable as those clouds she could see from her window that wanted to burst down as rain, but could not.

She picked up her phone, dialed his number. She found herself wordless, so cut off the phone. 

“He should be busy,’ she mumbled to herself.

The clouds had started thundering. Drizzles seem to downpour. 

She ran outdoors to collect the half-dried clothes. She was fast, yet rain was faster. She got drenched. Drenched whole her body. Looked up in the sky and let her soak the more.



Metta !
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Saturday, September 13, 2014

Thoughts !

A sudden splash of thoughts
meager me
entangled
bareheaded

A sudden downpour of feelings
surprised me
confused
unconcerned

A roar of the inner quests
thoughtful me
wavering
dubious

A plight yet again
twitchy me
baffled
troubled

And those confirmed thoughts
determined me
handy
resolute

And there I fly
ecstatic me
ebullient
blissful



Metta !
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Thursday, September 11, 2014

Existence

It said,"I don't feel like existing."

"Shh ! Existence is the best being, you can be in," I tried to convince.

It smiled.

I smiled back.

Metta !