Everyday is just another day with twist; bitter and butter..life goes on
Ahmed Faraz
If we part ways today, perhaps in dreams we’ll meet,
Like dried flowers pressed between pages, bittersweet.
In the hearts of the broken, seek loyalty’s gleam,
For even among the lost, you’ll find treasures unseen.
You are divine, am I not too?
My love, are we not angels, pure and true?
Why then, must we meet behind so many veils?
When our souls are bound, beyond all tales?
Zafar Iqbal
Fatigue was inevitable while doing some work, And now I’m even more tired from resting too much.
The darkness outside has seeped within, In turning dusk, I have become the night itself.
This age was such that I spent it as I did, Disgraced myself while shaming others.
The bird can’t escape, but it’s trapped in this air, I’ve grown weary of baiting my heart like this.
Some weren’t unaware; they knew me well, I was departing even as I sought respite.
Water had risen over my head, but I struggled, Pausing everything, holding back everything.
What pilgrimage were we on that led us to these days? What dust it was that we made holy.
From the bend where we began, we’ve returned again, Bringing a futile journey to its end.
At last, Zafar, I’ve vanished from the scene, In making my unique style too common.
Sudhan Subedi
In a realm where decades dance, change unfurls,
Power scatters, the ordinary in decision whirls.
The stage, unyielding, holds its curtain tight,
As ordinary souls shape the script of the night.
Creative diaspora leaps past television’s squares,
YouTube’s dawn, and more, ascent in pairs.
Yet, here on this stage, a familiar encore,
In my hand, a mike, as memories implore.
A school day’s cultural echo, the mike was mine,
Announcing, orchestrating, making moments shine.
Three decades hence, in the parent’s embrace,
I sit, watching children on this timeless space.
Same stage, same curtain, clock at its height,
Roles have pivoted, yet the ground feels right.
The rhythm of time, an unyielding decree,
In the auditorium of life, where moments agree.
रातो झिल्के खाम
टल्किने गरी लेखिएको आफ्नै नाम
१६ क्यारेटको मुस्कान
रण जितेको फौजीको शान
साथी आयो निम्तो दियो
बिहे छ मेरो आउनैपर्छ
सिमामा दुश्मनबाट देश बचाउने योद्धाले हात उठाएछ
एक बुँदे सहमति भएछ आत्मसमरपण गरेछ
मान्छे चकलेटी गालामा डिम्पल
हाय त्यो मुस्कान
निश्चल, नेचुरल, नोस्टाल्जिक
अहिले आइसियुमा छ
भोलिको मुस्कान कर्मकाण्डी हुनेछ
फिस्स छुट्ने रुटिनमा एक्टिभेट हुने
तर आज विशेष छ
म्याद सकिन लागेको औषधि प्रयोगको हतारो
छुट्न लागेको गाडी चढ्ने चटारो
उत्सव आज छ आजादी छ
भोलि……
फाँसीको डोरी हातमा लिएर सहिदले देश जनताका लागि जे सुनाए
साथीको वचनमा ठ्याक्क तेही भाव उही लगाव
साथी तिमीलाई सहिद दिवसको अग्रिम शुभकामना ।
अक्षरहरू एकाएक चल्मलाए, मानौं
उनीहरूको ग्रह नक्षत्रमा
घना कालो बादल मडारियो ।
यसरी छट्पटाए, मानौं
उनीहरूलाई बुनेर अक्षर बनाउने त्यो डिको
कुनै फकिरको ओठमा जलिरहेको चुरोटसरि
जलेर सकियो !
