Swap of Dusk and Dawn

Telling a Tale of The Time

Telling a Tale of The Time, Fourth Street, Louisville

Mornings are the nights

And Nights are the days

Thousands miles away

I encounter with…

A Victorian Clock

Telling a tale of Zoning

Reminding swaps of the dusk and dawn

Welcomes to another time-belt

Perhaps the “Post-modernity”?

Patches of  pain around jet-lagged body

Puns of appetite – Why so hungry every time?

A packet of noodles brought from home

Devouring in secret

And nobody knows


Look what the watch says ?


(A )




Outside …………………!

But turning eyes, there is a vacant dark Night

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धमिलो धमिलो संसार...

धमिलो धमिलो संसार…

इन्द्रेनी जालो कल्पनाको


आशाको घेरा भित्र


लुकाएर, छुपाएर अनी हुर्काएर

राखेको एक टुक्रा सपना

बन्द आफ्नो आँखा भित्र आँफै छिरेर

बन्देजहरु सबै चिरेर

मोज सँग देख्नेरहेछु

त्यही एक टुक्रा सपना ।

आफुले आँफैलाई नियल्दा

रमाएको देख्दा इन्द्रेनी जलो भित्र

लाग्दछ कहिले नटुटोस

मेरो यो निन्द्रा

नखोलम म कहिले आफ्नो नयनहरु


कहाँ सक्छु र म बसिरहन

आफुले श्रीजना गरेको

भ्रमको यो उज्यालोमा?

फुस्काएर इन्द्रेनी जालो

मेटाएर  आशाको घेरो

बाच्नु नै छ मलाई

रित्तो रहरहरु साथ

रित्तो अन्धकारमा…

केवल रित्तो अन्धकारमा

October hazes

Bad are the eyes which always set an old dream yet again in a new way. May be this way. May be that way. Ignoring the fact that the root is always the same. Don’t expect hands to wipe your tears –dear eyes! I am unable…my hands are tired already! You have always been  bad dear eyes as you always dip me in the ocean of imaginations! Far away from being real! Damn! The real world has always been a sad inescapable “reality”. Punishment all belongs to you –dear eyes!

Was it easy yesterday? Is it easy today? Will it be easier tomorrow? Some lives are destined to suffer. No wonder I belong to it. People call me happy girl, carefree, childish who enjoys every tit -bit of life. But have you ever noticed the layers and layers inside my saddest eyes! No wonder I wear glasses these days –which works! It works as first layer. I have been putting on kohl for ever such that the thin reddish line of my eyes — would be seen black. How long  will I hide myself with the veil of fake happiness? How painful is to smile when all you are is ….? Continue reading