याद

झ्यालमा अडिएको बाफमा
तिम्रो नाम कोर्दाकोर्दै
रोकिएका यी औंलाहरु
आँसु पुछ्न आँखातिर सर्छन्,
तातो आँसुमा चिसो हात पर्दा लाग्छ
बिछोडको घाउ बल्झिँदै छ
अनि आउँछन् लस्करै
तिम्रा यादका जन्ती
मेरो खुशीलाई डाेलीमा लगेर
दुखको आँगनमा अन्माउन,
मलाई आफैँ देखि टाढा
धेरै धेरै टाढा लैजान ।
- प्रज्ञा 

Lost, Found and Lost again

She entered my life as the first drop of rain after a heavy drought . She brought hope and happiness to my dead soul. No one had ever touched my inner self the way her words did.

Avni was an average looking girl but her heart as beautiful as the morning sky. She carried a special aura within herself which few of them knew about. I was one of the luckiest persons to have got an opportunity to experience her delight. She was fragile yet determined at heart. Her voice added charm to her pretty soul. She spoke like the waterdrop falling into a bucket filled with water ; sharp yet so calm. Her softness brought my disturbed heart to peace.

We were madly in love. She loved me despite my vulnerable past. I was into drugs. I had gone through series of medications in the rehabilitation centre but the risk was always there. She was assured of the fact that I wouldn't return to that hell any further. She was right, till her presence in my life I wouldn't require any drug to calm my heart. Avni resolved all my tensions regarding family , career just by her smile. She pampered me and I was now a spoilt child under the shawl of my Avni. She was my mother taking care of me , my father scolding me at times , and ofcourse my lover forever. When you find everything in one individual , you feel relieved but I was at fear. I feared losing her. My heart always trembled at the thought of what her or my parents would say of our relationship .

As it is said , the thing you're afraid of the most has the highest probability of occuring in near future and it happened. She left me. My darling Avni left me with my loneliness. Her parents didn't accept me and asked her to choose one ; among her parents and me. She loved both of us equally and thus she chose none but death. She ended herself. I was shattered to find my Avni in a pool of blood . She had cut herself on her left wrist and held a letter on her right. The back side of letter was visible where she had written ; " To my Love ". The front side was something like this :-

My love ,

I know you are totally disturbed by seeing me in this state , but I had no option. I was in a dilemma where I had to choose between the two pieces of my heart. If I had chosen one I wouldn't be alive , nor would be the other person whom I didn't chose. Thus, I chose my death to deaths of two people. I know you will understand , dear. No one has ever understood me like you do .

You will have to stay strong. You will have to touch my dead body and promise me that you won't take any step that shall hurt your Avni's soul. You will fix yourself and lead a happy life. You will , right?? This time we couldn't stay together for longer because of the so called "society". Our only mistake being ' I am a girl and so are you' . But , we shall meet in a better land where no restrictions will bind us.I am yours and will always remain yours, Prapti.

Yours,
Avni.

Reminiscing the Lost Love

He doesn't love me anymore. He is no more the man who curled me in his arms and tickled me till my belly ached. He has changed a lot in these few months. When I need him the most , he is busy romancing with her. Undoubtedly, she is beautiful but I can see that she is fake. The way she has possessed him and took him away from me, I must say she is damn talented. She has this amazing talent of wooing men by her sugar-coated words. Whenever he comes near me, she takes him away. I can't stand his ignorance . I can't share him with someone else.

I hate her ; my so called "step-mom". After mom's death , dad had always been there by my side . He took me out , bought me toys and chocolates. I never felt my mom's absence. But, since the day this woman came into our lives, everything has come to an end. Okay, I admit I was the one who nodded my head implying "Yes" when dad asked if he could marry her but that was under the influence of a candy she'd given me that day. How clever of her! Had I known she'd seize away my father, I would have never agreed. It's sad how I'm not the only "sweetheart" in my dad's life anymore. It's sad how I've started missing mom every day.

I sleep every night with a hope that this won't last long. My mom, wherever she is , must be seeing that her baby girl is all alone. She must be asking angels to get my father back for me from the arms of that filthy woman. I know you will , Mom. Till then, I can just sit and pray.
- Pragya Neupane
   

Behind the floral curtains lie naked thorns,

Behind the floral curtains lie naked thorns,
A raw corner in everyone's heart
No inhibitions , no concealing
The filthy space where negativity rules
Where you nurse grudges against your neighbour
Where you secretly fall for your bestfriend's crush
The ugly room only you've been
You've decorated it with frustrations
Painted it with jealousy and fantasies
You've shared your darkest secrets
Of how your childhood had been
The scariest encounters with yourself
You cry , you shout louder and yet louder in your silence
You hear yourself,you curse yourself
At times punishing yourself
Yet you carry a soothing face , a soother personality you expose
You adorn your soul with a mask ;
A mask of tranquility covering conflict
Because veiling your mysteries of solitude
Has made you different , has made you human.