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Lyrics – Jaba Jaba Timro Saath

जब जब तिम्रो साथ, मिल्दैमिल्दै गयो।…२ धरोधर्म मेरो जिन्दगी, कायापलट भयो। [यस्तै माया गरिरहुँ, अँगालोमा बेरिरहूँ। सधै तिम्रै हुने, मन छ। यो मनले सधैँलाई, माया गर्दै तिमीलाई। ढुकढुकी बनाउछु भन्छ। ]…२ लाग्छ मलाई, मेरी जीवन फिका रहेछ पहिले।…२ स्वर्ग झैँ आभाष … Continue reading

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Maya Le Boleko – Karkhana

मायाले बोलेको, बोलि मिठो भो। सुरिलो आवाजको, जादु छुट्टै भो। जोवनले पिरतीको, कथा लेख्ने भो। आँखाको गहिराईमा माया। जुन तारा साँचेर, यो मनै तिम्रो भो।…२ धर्ती आकाश भाकेर, यो मनै तिम्रो भो। जुन तारा साँचेर, यो मनै तिम्रो भो। चाहना यस्तै … Continue reading

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Poem – Suicide Is Bravery

Imagine standing at the edge No more reasons of anything in life to pledge Looking down as the wind bleeds your eyes dry When you fall you have seconds to say goodbye to the sky Adrenaline causes the mind an … Continue reading

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Poem – Marriage

Age old saying about marriage, Sacred bonding and not carriage, It is not freedom from cage, Necessarily arising with completion of age, No one thought of its sanity, What are marriage and its utility? Does that stand for population continuity? … Continue reading

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Poem – Sleep

We brush the other, invisible moon. Its caves come out and carry us inside.

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Poem – By Their Works

Who cleaned up the Last Supper? These would be my people. Maybe hung over, wanting desperately a better job, standing with rags in hand as the window beckons with hills of yellow grass. In Da Vinci, the blue robed apostle … Continue reading

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Poem – Being Late

Something dangerous is beginning: I am coming late to my own self. I made an appointment with my thoughts- the thoughts were snatched from me. I made an appointment with Faulkner- but they made me go to a banquet. I … Continue reading

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