आहा त्यो चौतारि ओहो यो चौतारो आहा त्यो चौतारि जस्लाइ सम्झेरै मन चञ्चल हुन्थ्यो कतिखेर पुगौं लाग्थ्यो निहु पारि पारि, पटक पटक अनेक बहाना झीकेर हिडिन्थ्यो त्यो बाटो नजिक पुग्दैमा अपार आनन्द आउथ्यो रोम रोम पुलकित हुन्थ्यो चौतारिमा जो भेटिन्थ्यो अलौकिक हुन्थ्यो त्यसै त्यसै नत मस्तक हुन्थ्यो मन बुनिन्थ्यो सपना भविष्यका लाग्थ्यो यहि चौतारि नै…

Why did I Come to being? And why do I die? Is it that I am born Just to die? Are my ideas Of sophisticated meanings Just the distractions From the fact That I may die? Is there bigger Meaning to life? Or it is just a Deep deception?

Why can’t humanityAgree on obvious things Why it keepsrunning in circles Why half of itSees one wayAnd other halfSees the opposite It seems as thoughThe programIs pre-installedTo destruct humanity itselfAt some point

At times It makes me feel As if, I am not Part of it. At times It tells me As if, I was Created for something else. At times I hear voices I am not where I needed to be. But all the time I know I am it And I am here.

They came again Like clouds, Floating. I can’t hold them, Neither can I float with them. They are infinitely intimate While in me. When they leave As if, They were Never mine. I wave them Good bye! form far. Hoping, One day They will float In me Again Like clouds.

Part of stardust Am I Casted in the heat and cold Of universe Billions of years ago Landed in earth By chance At this point in time Nourished by The Sun Who happens to be Made of the same stardust I am made from During the same process In the same time and space In…