Auspicious dreams

I wondered if

there had been a reason

to think of you

that would explain

you walking into

my dreams

but then

why would I need a reason

to think of you

who are always on my mind

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Sunflower

You looked forlorn

thinking you were alone

not knowing

that i would always

always

come looking for you

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Notice

Notice

it is of course

well known

how men

steal

women’s labor

their cooking

their cleaning

their remembering

every appointment

and calling it all

love

and family

but lately

i have also been noticing

how they also steal

the woman’s

joy

like

all her joy

how the men who have wives

are

as they say in nepali

rato-piro

glowing

joyous

their cheeks rosy

their eyes twinkling

a smile always ready

a laugh always booming

and the woman next to them

is always

gloomy

drooping

tired

exhausted

sighing

once you see it

you cannot unsee it

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hierarchy of affection

 She greets everyone differently

And it is up to us to figure out

And squabble over

The hierarchy

Of her affections

Depicted by it

Some, she greets with a smile

And a ready yelp

With which she jumps

In their direction

One could say

This is the height of

Her attachment

Others,

She greets with a shy,

Hesitant smile

And will go to them

In a few minutes

One could say this is

Coyly affectionate

Still other,

she greets by showing them

Something

She is preoccupied with

Something like a book

Or a picture, or a toy

Just a deflection

Or projection

Of affection

A seeking, of attention

One could say

And then there is someone

Or maybe just one

Who she might greet

Not necessarily with a smile

Whom she blithely ignores often

To explore new realms

Or to delight

In play, in society

Or a laugh or a yelp

But looks at

With a desperate yearning

In times of distress

I would like to believe

The hierarchy

Is not settled

By smiles

But that would just be

wishful thinking

युद्धको विभत्सता

हिजो युद्ध विभत्स थियो
एक अर्काको ज्यान लिन उद्दत
पुरुषहरु
रणभूमीमा उत्रिन्थे

आज समय यति विभत्स छ कि
हिजोको युद्ध
आदर्श जस्तो देखिन्छ

आज 'पुरुष' भनाउँदो
हजार पत्रे किल्लाभित्र बसेर
मात्र बोलीको भरमा
ताकीताकी
बच्चाहरुको ज्यान लिन्छ

Ghar

Years ago

When someone said to me

Women always have one regret 

That they wish they had

Married into

A different house 

Somewhere 

They didn't have to 

Work so much

And i thought 

What nonsense 

These days

Women are capable 

Of doing things

On their own

Living their own lives

Making their own decisions 

Accomplishing 

Their own tasks

Or choosing to walk away

From unwanted ones

And besides 

It matters who you marry 

Not which family 

You marry into

And today 

I can only look back

At that girl's naivete 

And smile 

What a fool was I

You guys carry on

And I'll join you later

He always said

Anytime there was

Something 

He didn't want to attend

A shraddha, a festival 

A ritual, a community work

A death of someone distant

And he never did attend 

Anything that needed 

Even a little bit of 

Emotional labor 

Always, always giving time to

His own pursuits

His own interests 

And how foolish was I

Believing that

Just because I managed 

To shirk these 

Unpleasant responsibilities 

Once in a while

When I was young

And ostensibly studying,

I could avoid them

Forever 

And live his life of 

'tapasya' and 

'noble purpose'