Sandhya Thapa

You are not a memory of glorious green, Yet, Eleven-Eleven I still can look you through my window pane Neither you can be touched nor seen Yet, Eleven-Eleven You are not decomposed in the state of oblivion Life dashes through hell and heaven Yet, Eleven- Eleven You are lingering twenty-four/ seven I never crossed any forbidden lane  Yet, Eleven- Eleven You are taking me to winter's rain You don't hurt me anymore but then again Listen ,Eleven- Eleven You can't revisit me again and again You can't provide me any pain Yet, Eleven- Eleven You better be gone

Scattered was the soul How a single heart could hold? Could make it known to be bold? But something got her hold Away from the crowd Before anyone hear any sound Like a thunder lightening She was as one So she wanted to go beyond Yet, she turned back When she had to turn away Slowly she was about to exceed her speed There are pages of story in my diary unwritten and unread Yet, there is no space to be filled and feeled.

कुरा नगर, सजाउने हुदै नभएको घर एकछिनको साहाराको लाग्दैन केहि भर हर्षित छ आज हाम्रो हाल, तर परिवर्तित छ यो पल अधुरो नलागोस तिमीलाई यो सहर सुन्न तयार छु म तिम्रो हरेक रहर आकाश जस्तै तिम्रो अंगालो लाग्दैछ लेराएका छौ सपनाको संगालो डर पो लाग्दैछ कता-कता लाग्दैछ अर्थहीन, संसार सजाउने कुरा मध्यरातमा सुनिएको स्वरले निन्द्रा बिगार्छ लगाइन्छ अन्धकारमा कोरिएको तस्बिरको अनेकौ अर्थ इशारा होइन अब, सब्द नै सुनौ सहि गलत भए फेरी सच्याउन आउनन् कोहि सुन्दर बनाउने प्रक्रिया नै विफल हुन्छ जब होस्, नदेखौ नयाँ सपनाको संसार अब नसिंगार्ने सम्भावना मात्र बोकेका सोचलाई आकार बनाउन नभन तिम्रो सपनाको संसार मलाई