सहमती देखाउन ,मेला भयो आज।
बाघैसँग स्याल हेर, भेला भयो आज।
केर्नलाई केरे भै'गो बुँदा चाहेजती,
रमाउँला 'प्याकेज'मै, बेला भयो आज।
लाटा अरु सबै, आँफै बाठो जिन्दाबाद,
कोचाही यहाँ गुरु को,चेला भयो आज।
सकुनिको पासाजस्तो,पल्टिरा'छ देश,
हार्नेलाई जिताउने, खेला भयो आज।
नपाएसी मासुपनि मिठो हुन्न कि त,
छिमेकिले हाडै फ्याकी देला भयो आज।
सुनहिरा पकाएरै खा'का छन ठुलाहरु,
गरीबलाई हातभरी ,ठेला भयो आज।
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
'We are free,We are free'
When I was four,
He was three.
Then he was lost,
I am twenty four,
He is no more;.
He is lost,
He is free.
Am thinking,
Where did they burry,
Took away in hurry.
As if he were dead.
Where is that body?
Where is that head?
I wonder,I wish,I could
Dig him out of the grave
And make him alive
Alive againWith my life.
I would look for the bones
Assemble them together
Put everything of mine
The flesh and the blood
The vessels and nerves
And the soul out of me
We would share for sometime
Half with him, half with me
For I want some time with him
And then he would get up,
And we would hug each other
For a long time,after so long
An then we could talk
About how we ate
Ate in the same plate
But got lost by fate
We would play again
The same old game
Hide and seek
Which we played for so long
The last one when
I was three and he was four
Where something went wrong
As It took me so long to find
As If were blind
But he was there in my mind
Deep inside my head
And so I was in his
And we would sing,
Playing hide and seek
The same old game
'We are free,We are free'
There would come time then
Time to part again
Time to say good bye
For he has to live full soul
I can't let him live half
There in his arms would I lie
And then die in peace
would ask him his age,
Write it on a page.
And give it to him
And say,
To never forget,
That we met,
When I was twenty four,
and you were twenty three.
That you were found,
After a long hide and seek
you were alive,
Alive and sound.
I Would write in the bottom
Brother,
time to leave
We have a story to write
Story about this hide and seek
The story inside
And you should continue
Make it complete.
Send me a copy if you can
Wherever I am
I would read his last lines
'When I was born,he was one
When he was four I was three
We were free,he and me
Then we played this hide and seek
which got wrong
I got lost, I got blind
but he found me
and I was Twenty three.
But he is lost, I shall find
Bring him alive
I would think as I die,
What if ,
He were three And me four
forever and forever
What if,
We never grew
Together we flew
Together free
Played the same old game
The hide and seek
Again and again
To be found ,Never to be lost again
And sing the same old song
Forever and forever
'We are free,We are free'
jyotipunja suresh
NEPAL
He was three.
Then he was lost,
I am twenty four,
He is no more;.
He is lost,
He is free.
Am thinking,
Where did they burry,
Took away in hurry.
As if he were dead.
Where is that body?
Where is that head?
I wonder,I wish,I could
Dig him out of the grave
And make him alive
Alive againWith my life.
I would look for the bones
Assemble them together
Put everything of mine
The flesh and the blood
The vessels and nerves
And the soul out of me
We would share for sometime
Half with him, half with me
For I want some time with him
And then he would get up,
And we would hug each other
For a long time,after so long
An then we could talk
About how we ate
Ate in the same plate
But got lost by fate
We would play again
The same old game
Hide and seek
Which we played for so long
The last one when
I was three and he was four
Where something went wrong
As It took me so long to find
As If were blind
But he was there in my mind
Deep inside my head
And so I was in his
And we would sing,
Playing hide and seek
The same old game
'We are free,We are free'
There would come time then
Time to part again
Time to say good bye
For he has to live full soul
I can't let him live half
There in his arms would I lie
And then die in peace
would ask him his age,
Write it on a page.
And give it to him
And say,
To never forget,
That we met,
When I was twenty four,
and you were twenty three.
That you were found,
After a long hide and seek
you were alive,
Alive and sound.
I Would write in the bottom
Brother,
time to leave
We have a story to write
Story about this hide and seek
The story inside
And you should continue
Make it complete.
Send me a copy if you can
Wherever I am
I would read his last lines
'When I was born,he was one
When he was four I was three
We were free,he and me
Then we played this hide and seek
which got wrong
I got lost, I got blind
but he found me
and I was Twenty three.
But he is lost, I shall find
Bring him alive
I would think as I die,
What if ,
He were three And me four
forever and forever
What if,
We never grew
Together we flew
Together free
Played the same old game
The hide and seek
Again and again
To be found ,Never to be lost again
And sing the same old song
Forever and forever
'We are free,We are free'
jyotipunja suresh
NEPAL
Thursday, June 10, 2010
आऊ सधैं सपनीमा, अझै परीसरी। भएजस्तो आँफैभित्र, तिमी वरिपरि। --गजल
आऊ सधैं सपनीमा, अझै परीसरी।
भएजस्तो आँफैभित्र, तिमी वरिपरि।
जुनै रोयो कतिकती,तारा झनै बढी,
आकाशै पो रोयो अनि,पर्यो झरीझरी।
उडी जाने रहर कती,प्वाँखै छैन तर,
टाढा टाढा डुलिहिड्छे,मन चरीचरी।
बिर्सीजाने को पर्यो,सम्झिर'ने को छ,
पालैपालो दुबैजना, आज घरीघरी।
अर्धचेतन मनमा बसी,जाने अमर भो,
बाँच्नेचाँही बाँचेँकै छ सधैं मरीमरी।
ज्योतिपुञ्ज सुरेश
भएजस्तो आँफैभित्र, तिमी वरिपरि।
जुनै रोयो कतिकती,तारा झनै बढी,
आकाशै पो रोयो अनि,पर्यो झरीझरी।
उडी जाने रहर कती,प्वाँखै छैन तर,
टाढा टाढा डुलिहिड्छे,मन चरीचरी।
बिर्सीजाने को पर्यो,सम्झिर'ने को छ,
पालैपालो दुबैजना, आज घरीघरी।
अर्धचेतन मनमा बसी,जाने अमर भो,
बाँच्नेचाँही बाँचेँकै छ सधैं मरीमरी।
ज्योतिपुञ्ज सुरेश
The cute little masters
The cute little masters
And finally they are out,
Those cute little masters ,
After so long in mothers' womb.
Ready for the new world out,
After so much of pain,
pain to the mothers,the labour pains.
We were one of them.
Born fresh born, so pure.
Through so many twists and turns.
Process so complicated.
Drenched all in blood .
Like these cute little masters
They cry as they are born,
Cry for what reason nobody sure.
Maybe for they miss inside.
But now in the cruel world,
Mabe for pain to the mothers,
May be for the labour pains.
They cry without tears and
They yawn,they sneeze
They play ,they babble after sometime
And then there is this time,
They smile,they laugh after some days
A smile after cry.
A laughter after cry.
And make people smile around.
Make them laugh,make them happy.
Have you ever thought?
What they think about?
What they feel like?
Think about themselves,think about us?
Feel about us, think about us,
May be they think a lot,
May they feel a lot.
A lot more than we do.
And they understand ,more than us.
But they never speak.
They just cry,they just smile.
And they teach,
These cute little masters.
There are these other kind,
Those unborn.
Those who are born but die.
What about them?
They are masters too.
The cute little masters,
Apparently dead but still alive.
Those who sacrifice their lives.
Who don’t want to come ,
to the world outside.
What do you say,
About those twists and turns,
In the process so complicated.
About us ,aren't they ?
About lifeline we walk through,
And those cry, those labour pains
They are about us, arent they?
And that blood shed,
They are about us. Aren't they?
They never speak.
As if they never think.
But they actually do.
And they do speak.
Those mysterious thoughts.
'Life so complicated'
They teach,they make us learn.
The world isn't beautiful enough.
The world not at peace..
The world not happy enough.
But,
These cute little masters,
Change as time passes.
Changed by this world outside.
Their mind infiltrated.
Everything changes ,
The way they think.
The way they feel.
They speak but never think
They shout but they never feel.
And there are few of them.
Who really try to change,
Change the world inside out.
The way world is.
The way it thinks.
The way it feels.
They speak they shout, they rebel
They rebel to change the world
They teach and they learn
Change the world,
'Let them be pure as they are,
The ones born fresh ,
These cute little masters.'
JYOTIPUNJA SURESH
INSPIRED BY LABOUR ROOM POSTING..
And finally they are out,
Those cute little masters ,
After so long in mothers' womb.
Ready for the new world out,
After so much of pain,
pain to the mothers,the labour pains.
We were one of them.
Born fresh born, so pure.
Through so many twists and turns.
Process so complicated.
Drenched all in blood .
Like these cute little masters
They cry as they are born,
Cry for what reason nobody sure.
Maybe for they miss inside.
But now in the cruel world,
Mabe for pain to the mothers,
May be for the labour pains.
They cry without tears and
They yawn,they sneeze
They play ,they babble after sometime
And then there is this time,
They smile,they laugh after some days
A smile after cry.
A laughter after cry.
And make people smile around.
Make them laugh,make them happy.
Have you ever thought?
What they think about?
What they feel like?
Think about themselves,think about us?
Feel about us, think about us,
May be they think a lot,
May they feel a lot.
A lot more than we do.
And they understand ,more than us.
But they never speak.
They just cry,they just smile.
And they teach,
These cute little masters.
There are these other kind,
Those unborn.
Those who are born but die.
What about them?
They are masters too.
The cute little masters,
Apparently dead but still alive.
Those who sacrifice their lives.
Who don’t want to come ,
to the world outside.
What do you say,
About those twists and turns,
In the process so complicated.
About us ,aren't they ?
About lifeline we walk through,
And those cry, those labour pains
They are about us, arent they?
And that blood shed,
They are about us. Aren't they?
They never speak.
As if they never think.
But they actually do.
And they do speak.
Those mysterious thoughts.
'Life so complicated'
They teach,they make us learn.
The world isn't beautiful enough.
The world not at peace..
The world not happy enough.
But,
These cute little masters,
Change as time passes.
Changed by this world outside.
Their mind infiltrated.
Everything changes ,
The way they think.
The way they feel.
They speak but never think
They shout but they never feel.
And there are few of them.
Who really try to change,
Change the world inside out.
The way world is.
The way it thinks.
The way it feels.
They speak they shout, they rebel
They rebel to change the world
They teach and they learn
Change the world,
'Let them be pure as they are,
The ones born fresh ,
These cute little masters.'
JYOTIPUNJA SURESH
INSPIRED BY LABOUR ROOM POSTING..
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
गजल
गजल
सीमा कोरी सङ्गै बस्न गार्हो भा'छ अचेल।
पानी यतै जम्ने कुरा सार्हो भा'छ अचेल।
गाउँ बस्ती बग्ने हो कि,पै'रो ठुलै हजुर,
भिरपाखो घरै हाम्रो, तारो भा'छ अचेल।
घाऊ पहाड तराइ, हिमालको छुट्टै जस्तो,
बग्ने एकै रगतको धारो भा'छ अचेल।
सुनाउनु दुनियाँलाई,शान्त लाग्छ नेपाल,
उडाएको जस्तो आफ्नै छारो भा'छ अचेल।
साईनोको के काम,अब जीव परिजिवीको,
छिमेकी हो नाता अरे,फारो भा'छ अचेल।
सानो माछा हामी भये,ठुलोलाई ठुलै अर्को ,
बत्तीपुतली ऊ 'थ्यो छेपारो भा'छ अचेल।
सीमा कोरी सङ्गै बस्न गार्हो भा'छ अचेल।
पानी यतै जम्ने कुरा सार्हो भा'छ अचेल।
ज्योतिपुञ्ज सुरेश
सीमा कोरी सङ्गै बस्न गार्हो भा'छ अचेल।
पानी यतै जम्ने कुरा सार्हो भा'छ अचेल।
गाउँ बस्ती बग्ने हो कि,पै'रो ठुलै हजुर,
भिरपाखो घरै हाम्रो, तारो भा'छ अचेल।
घाऊ पहाड तराइ, हिमालको छुट्टै जस्तो,
बग्ने एकै रगतको धारो भा'छ अचेल।
सुनाउनु दुनियाँलाई,शान्त लाग्छ नेपाल,
उडाएको जस्तो आफ्नै छारो भा'छ अचेल।
साईनोको के काम,अब जीव परिजिवीको,
छिमेकी हो नाता अरे,फारो भा'छ अचेल।
सानो माछा हामी भये,ठुलोलाई ठुलै अर्को ,
बत्तीपुतली ऊ 'थ्यो छेपारो भा'छ अचेल।
सीमा कोरी सङ्गै बस्न गार्हो भा'छ अचेल।
पानी यतै जम्ने कुरा सार्हो भा'छ अचेल।
ज्योतिपुञ्ज सुरेश
गजल
आपसमा बैरभाव, हटाउने पालो अब !
सिमानामा सबैजना, खटाउने पालो अब!
कोही माथि कोही तल हुने कै'ले सरोबरी?
मेचीदेखी महाकाली, अटाउने पालो अब!
हेर्दाचाहिँ फूलपात,बिष लाग्छ डसेपछी,
सर्पलाई डाँडापारी, कटाउने पालो अब!
ठुलै चौटा खान पाये,रमाउथ्यो नाचीनाची,
झोलै पिरो उसैलाई, चटाउने पालो अब!
धेरै भयो धोकेबाजी,हिसाबकिताब नयाँ,
पाउनेको गुमाउनेले,घटाउने पालो अब।
मिलाउने हात आए,अङ्गालो छ धेरैधेरै,
ढोग्नेढोगाउने छैन, रटाउने पालो अब!
आपसमा बैरभाव, हटाउने पालो अब।
सीमानामा सबैजना, खटाउने पालो अब।
ज्योतिपुञ्ज सुरेश
सिमानामा सबैजना, खटाउने पालो अब!
कोही माथि कोही तल हुने कै'ले सरोबरी?
मेचीदेखी महाकाली, अटाउने पालो अब!
हेर्दाचाहिँ फूलपात,बिष लाग्छ डसेपछी,
सर्पलाई डाँडापारी, कटाउने पालो अब!
ठुलै चौटा खान पाये,रमाउथ्यो नाचीनाची,
झोलै पिरो उसैलाई, चटाउने पालो अब!
धेरै भयो धोकेबाजी,हिसाबकिताब नयाँ,
पाउनेको गुमाउनेले,घटाउने पालो अब।
मिलाउने हात आए,अङ्गालो छ धेरैधेरै,
ढोग्नेढोगाउने छैन, रटाउने पालो अब!
आपसमा बैरभाव, हटाउने पालो अब।
सीमानामा सबैजना, खटाउने पालो अब।
ज्योतिपुञ्ज सुरेश
Saturday, June 5, 2010
गजल
गजल
सुहाएको लौन कती फूली हजुरलाई।
सितल सबै हिमाल चुली हजुरलाई।
परिचय गरौँ भन्दा,लजाएर झुकेपछी,
नामचाँही राखिदिएँ ,ठुली हजुरलाई।
नानीभित्र दरबार छ,दैलो परेलीकै, ,
आँसुसाँचो हातैमा लौ,मुली हजुरलाई।
आँखाभित्र बसे कती,मनै खाली तर,
सिँहासनै आज दिएँ, हुली हजुरलाई।
मनमात्रै होइन यो,अर्धचेतन तिम्रो,
सोचाइमा खेलाउँछु ,डुली हजुरलाई।
याद गर्नु कसैलाई, रोगै मिठो हुन्छ,
निको भए बाँच्ने छैन,भुली हजुरलाई।
सुहाएको लौन कती, फूली हजुरलाई।
सितल सबै हिमाल, चुली हजुरलाई।
सुहाएको लौन कती फूली हजुरलाई।
सितल सबै हिमाल चुली हजुरलाई।
परिचय गरौँ भन्दा,लजाएर झुकेपछी,
नामचाँही राखिदिएँ ,ठुली हजुरलाई।
नानीभित्र दरबार छ,दैलो परेलीकै, ,
आँसुसाँचो हातैमा लौ,मुली हजुरलाई।
आँखाभित्र बसे कती,मनै खाली तर,
सिँहासनै आज दिएँ, हुली हजुरलाई।
मनमात्रै होइन यो,अर्धचेतन तिम्रो,
सोचाइमा खेलाउँछु ,डुली हजुरलाई।
याद गर्नु कसैलाई, रोगै मिठो हुन्छ,
निको भए बाँच्ने छैन,भुली हजुरलाई।
सुहाएको लौन कती, फूली हजुरलाई।
सितल सबै हिमाल, चुली हजुरलाई।
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