they say time heals all pains

they lied.

far from healing,
the pain grows every day.

you just get used to it

enough to predict

when it hurts the most
so that you can quarantine yourself
until you are fit for human company

and when it hurts the least
so that you can schedule
your sleeping pattern around it

Ditee is unavailable at the moment

You offer me
    A fairy tale romance
And i play back for you
    A pre recorded message

Your voice

From afar
You sound like the first rains
That settles the swirling dust
And calms the agitated earth
Close by
You sound like a crackle of flames
Bursting to set the world on fire

काठमान्डुमा पानी पर्दा

बाढी मेरो पर्खाल मा आउँछ

# फेसबुक
# diaspora
# displacement

if a man smelled like old books

i would devour him

#what would your amortentia smell like?

माफ गरिदेउ मलाई

मेरा हिसाब किताबलाई
मैले जति जोड्दा पनि
मात्रा नपुगेको पल लाई

अर्को जन्ममा तिमीलाई
कवि भएर भेट्नेछु

Please forgive

My calculated fallacies
And fallacious calculations
Of moments that don't add up

Next time
I will come as a poet