Sandhya Thapa

I Still Love You They both were naive and young when they met each other. They don’t even remember when they saw each other in their life. They probably were toddles fighting over some toys. Snatching each other’s over a small tiff while playing in the common garden in their locality, that’s how they grew up. Who remembers more or less about that time, while getting ready for her office Samanta is thinking about the time when it was all began. As she is hoping something will begin again. It’s raining at 9:30 am. The whole world is at rush and here she is, one half in nostalgia and other half in front of the mirror trying to get her make up fixed before she gets ready for a productive day (as she believes - a should be productive no matter what) She looks outside from the window. The rain can’t ruin her day. She has everything all at the right place. She ...

  गोधुली सन्ध्या  चियाको गिलास हात मा गिटार् गिटार को आवाज् तिम्रो हात को स्पर्श गालामा मेरो गाउनु गीत अघी हरेक सन्ध्यामा चन्चल गिटार का स्टिङ ति मेरो मन झै चन्चल भएका हुन कि झुम्छन तिम्रो हरेक स्पर्श मा मन मेरो अनि स्टिङ तिम्रो गिटार मा खै किन हो बन्द हुन्थे नयन यसै तिम्रो बन्द नयन बीच खै के खोज्थ्यौ आफ्नो म खोज्थिए आफुलाई हरेक शब्दमा तिम्रो मेरो हरेक साझ नाम मा तिम्रो चियाको चुस्की अनि तिम्रो साथ लाग्छ मिठो हरेक दिन भेट्छ गोधुली साझ् समय कस्लाई पर्खन्छ र एउटै गोधुली कहिले सन्ध्या त कहिले केवल साझ् त्यही समय, फरक छ परिस्थिति न बन्द छ नयन न उत्सुक्ता छ बाकि हरेक साझ सितल सङीत को साथ् लाग्थ्यो मिठो पल अनि आज केवल एक याद् गुपुचुप छन गिटार को स्टिङ् रित्तो चियाको गिलास् गोधुली सन्ध्या केवल एक साझ् यही साझ माझ कोरेको शब्द तिम्रो शब्द मेरोलागी छैन पर्याप्त 

Silence  was the turf Storm silenced without a clue Turf handled stones on the shore Until that night when wrong turned right And the moon couldn't shine bright It couldn't be doomed too The smooth sign was covered by the turf The cloud was covering all the stars Tall turf covered the real sight Alone the moon smiled As she waited storm for the final good bye Weeping turf waited for the warm touch But the storm was in rush Time tested fate of the turf And storm had a role to play Hurrying everywhere, hurting everyone Has to come and go By nature it is busy Availability wasn't easy What hurt the most was unacceptability.