Speaking out my mind here.

Hey Love, I don’t know what do I call you, I never felt comfortable Calling you by your name. I hope you’re reading this, Cause there’s no other way Through which I can tell you How much I’ve loved you, And how much I love you. The first day I met you, I felt like I found that anonymous soulmate  About whom I had written earlier. You came in front of me Exactly like I had thought you would, Suddenly and when I expected the least. I don’t know how and when I fell in love with you. May be it was when  I was enjoying my first cup of tea of the day And you were staring at me from the corner. Or may be it was when  I was behind you on your bike for the first time On that cold winter evening  That my hands were freezing  And you asked me to put them in your pockets And I hesitantly and happily glided them in. Or may be it was when you were comfortable  To share your weaknesses with no one but me. ...

धोकेबाज कवि  शब्दहरूको जाल बुन्ने त मेरो फितरत थियो चाहे मायाका कुरा लेखेर होस् चाहे पीडाका आँसु पोखेर शब्दले बुनेर ति तरङ्गहरुलाई एउटा कविताको आकृति दिइ कलमको मसिले एउटा पानामा उतारिदिन्थे। धेरै लेखेँ, साथी, मैले जब जब कसैले दिलको तारमा सितार सरी संगीत भर्यो शब्दले बाँधी खुसीको स्वरूप बनाउनुको आनन्द बेग्लै तब पनि लेखेँ मैले जब उसैले त्यही संगीतलाई रोदनको कोलहालमा बदलिदियो रोदनको आँसु समेटी बेग्नास बनाउनुको मज्जा छुट्टै। तर भर्खरै चाल पाउँदै छु धोकाको पनि आकृति हुँदो रहेछ, आकृति के भनूँ, कोही मान्छे यति सिपालु उसले धोकाकै महल बुन्यो उसको त्यही शब्द खेलाउने र केलाउने कलाको म दिवानी बनेँ, त्यो महल यति सुन्दर थियो, हेरि-हेरिकन म दङ्ग परेँ त्यती सुन्दर पनि माया हुन्छ र? आफैलाई मैले सोधिरहेँ, तर कठै त्यो त धोका थियो। धोका प्राय यथार्थभन्दा सुन्दर नै हुँदो रहेछ, मानौँ कुनै सपनाजस्तो धोकाको जालमा जब तिमी पर्छौ, तिमी अर्धचेतनशिल हुन्छौ ठ्याक्कै निन्द्रामा परेजस्तो तर जब आँखा खुल्दा सपना टुट्छ, ठीक त्यस्तै जब तिम्रो चेत खुल्छ, धोकाको सून्दरता पनि छ...