Uptopian choices

We have always worked for utopia

We as in, humanity as a whole

We work for times of plenty

Our dream sequences talk of

A heavenly garden where

Every kind of fruit is available

And sweets grow from trees

The lightest chiffon and the softest wool

Are floating around for you

And now that we have

Actually achieved that plenty

We never knew there were

What evils would follow it 

The supermarkets full of

The rarest of rare seasonal fruits

Available at any time of the year

But would you like to eat them every day?

SHOULD you eat them every day?

Hundreds of thousands of universities

That teach excellent courses

But why should you leave home

For further studies

If you already have everything you need?

Why should you work for education, for health

For the betterment of your society,

When everything is already

As good as can be?

Indulgences, indolences

The making of mountains

Out of molehills

Just as example: what, exactly,

Is the point of putting on

A hundred coats of lipstick or nail polish

And putting it up on youtube

For everyone to see?

And coming to youtube

What exactly is the point of

Videos of popping pimples?

Or of getting ticks out of sheepskin?

And of making playlists of disgusting

“satisfying” stuff

And getting people addicted to it?

Oh my god, that is where

Humanity is now

THIS is our satisfaction

Because we have run out of things

That even mean anything

Not only spoiled for choice

But also spoiled by choice, we are

How will we find our direction

When all around is the same?

कानेखुशी

ती दिनहरु जब तिमीले

साँचेर राख्थ्यौ पलहरु

तिम्रो अन्तरआत्मालाई सुवासित बनाउने

एउटा न्यानो क्षण

वा तिम्रो शरीर काम्ने गरी अतालिने

डरलाग्दो घटना

साँचेका ती पलहरु तिमी दिनको अन्त्यमा

बाँड्थ्यौ कसैसँग जसले तिमीलाई बुझ्छ

र तिम्रो मनले चाहेको प्रतिकृया दिन्छ

वा तिमी लेख्थ्यौ लामा चिठीहरु

कथाभित्र कथाले भरिएका

किनकी तिम्रो मनलाई जेले छुन्छ

त्यो उनीसँग बाँड्न नपाएमा

तिमी बाँच्दै बाँच्दैन थियौ

ती दिनहरु सकिए

र ती मानिसहरु अब छैनन्

र घण्टौंको वर्षातपछि थकित धरती जस्तै

तिमीले पनि कुनै घटनालाई

आफूभित्र सोस्ने क्षमता गुमाइसकेका छौ

वीर र श्रृंगार

हास्य र करुणा

विभत्स र अद्भूत

तिम्रो जीवनमा बर्सिन्छन्

र तिम्रो कतै राख्ने ठाउँ नहुँदा

तिमीमा एक रती पनि छाप नबसाइ

त्यसै बगेर जान्छन्

तिमी एक निमेष पनि

त्यसको अवलोकन गर्न रोकिँदैनौ

र त्यसले तिमीमा केही परिवर्तन ल्याउँदैन

तिमी त “ओहो” पनि भन्न सक्दैनौ

र टाढैबाट हेर्छौ, तृष्णा र भाव शून्य

तर तिमीलाई थाहा छ

मनमा भावना भएसम्म मात्रै

तिमी जीवित छौ

Confidences

The days when
You would treasure

A warm moment
When you glow from within
Or a scary one
Which made you tremble

So that at the end of the day
You share it With the one
Who understands and responds
The way you need to hear

Or write long, meandering letters
Because you would not survive
Without sharing What touches you

Those days are over
Those People are gone

And Now like a battered earth
After hours of thundering rain
You let it pass
Veer and shringaar
Haasya and karuna
Vibhatsaand adbhoot
And With nowhere to keep them
Nothing to hold them
You let everything pass
Without registering
On your mind and heart

It comes and goes
Without making you pause
Without changing you
In the least

You cannot even manage
The expected "oh!"

You only watch from afar
Disenchanted disengaged

But you know
That you are only alive
As long as you feel...

There be

Only two modes in life
Blinding panic
Or meaningless vacuum

Glut

As We drive by a village of sugarcanes,

A delicious smell wafts into the air

Like sweetest sweet potatoes

Being fried in butter

The smell is So rich

That my soul fills up on it

It is So delicious, like mother's milk

I am satiated Just by the smell

It lulls me, not to sleep But to comfort

And i am inspired

To start the day on bright note

I am told it is

Sugarcane being crushed into treacle

Pervasive as it is, it is also very mild

And if u don't pay attention

U don't even know its there

And the city senses

That have been desensitised by 

A glut of strong perfumes
would never even notice
 

I wonder what it means to be human

when all our senses have been glutted

by a constant stream of sensations

each battling to be 

more sensational than the other 

Color used to mean beauty

A way of imbuing nature's variety

into yourself

It took months to create a fabric

and maybe years to dye it

the color you want

and gold and silver

lent a little bit of glamour

to what you wore

And now we see so much of it everywhere

that colors look garish

and i would rather dress

in neutrals

whatever happened to the way

the sight of color lifts your spirits

there were days when

it was a treat to have something

And sweet was not the showy

Strong flow of sugar

But the mild, intoxication of honey

Or mangoes or jackfruit

That doesn't leave

A bitter taste in the mouth

But grow sweeter as you suck

Or at most maybe

Treacle or jaggery

once a year, dipped in tea

and now that I have sugary treats

for breakfast, lunch and dinner

no wonder I grow indulgent

but the biggest strain is perhaps

not on my eyes and noses and tongue

but on my brain

it takes days, months, years

to digest a thing of wonder

and here we see hundreds eveeryday

on television and on internet

and each learns from the past

and becomes more and more sensational

i wonder how long my brain can handle it

before it bursts

जति बाँध्न खोज्यो

त्यती छरिने जिन्दगी

Kite

If you question your thoughts

Then you are obviously sane

Wake up

And.stop pretending to be high

So that you have an excuse

For bad behaviour