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O DREAMER! YOU’RE YOUR THOUGHTS

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You lie in your cocoon trapped in life’s box
So dark so scary you want to be free
Moist Eyes with the flashes of the thrown rocks
Fallen mask of your disguised love you see

The Eyes seem so void where once dreams were lots
The wings broken with body paralyzed
But you’re more than a body you’re your thoughts
Creativity of your soul deep inside

O’ dreamer! let your vision wear its shoe
Let it travel and never fear the odds
You can cage a body, it is so true
Has anyone been able to cage the thoughts?

For your thoughts, my love is that ray of light
Which can pass even through vacuum at night.

© Copyright S̮e̮l̮i̮n̮a̮ S̮u̮b̮b̮a̮

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न भन मलाई

न भन मलाई तिमीलाई पछ्याउनू
न म भन्छु तिमीलाई |
एक क्षण आफूभित्र हेर
जाऊ न त्यहा जहाँ छ तिम्रो मन |
घाम जून तारा सबै भिन्न- भिन्न
छन् तर हरेक बहुमूल्य
फेरि किन म तिमीलाई पछ्याउनू
किन म घाम 🌞 बन्नू जब रोशनी त
तारामा✨ पनि त छ !

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तू अपनी आशियाना छोड़

तू अपनी आशियाना छोड़
उड़ पड़ी और बस्तीमे,
मन भरा तो लौट आई
पर तू इतनी मूर्ख भला कैसी??

लो मनमे पत्थर रख
माफ किया तेरी ख्वाबोंकी गुस्ताखीकॊ,
पर एक दिन तू लौट आई
और सब कुछ तुझे वैसा ही मिले जैसे तू गई थी छोड़
तेरी इस सोच से कैसे दंग न रहू ए पंछी में भला?

© Selina Subba

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Where being good is bad

In a World where being good is bad,
How do I let myself bloom,
Where kindness is considered a fool’s symbol and love as life’s doom…
How do I be what I truly am?

Is being good really that bad?
Or is it that others find it to be so hard?
How do I stop being myself for the sake of surviving?
How do I be cruel when my heart says be loving?

This question always haunts me..
But I know if I cannot be true to myself
I may survive but never truly live.
In a world where being good is bad,
I have wandered and still found places where the good is needed because of the BAD.

So, here I am with my head held high;
Being truly what I am with an AIM
To make a difference in this world,
Where being kind is considered insane…

If kindness is insane let me be an example of Insanity,
If being loving is foolish, let me cultivate and spread this foolishness.

In a world where being good is bad,
Let me be BAD and spread the GOOD
Let me be the light in someone’s Cloud

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MOM

A note to Mom in Heaven 💐

“Mom” not just a word but a thousand emotions that comes along, 
A shade in summer, a shelter in rain
And warmth in the coldest of winters
Lucky are the ones who can still find a shade when they are burning under the SUN, 
Blessed are those who have a place to go when it’s raining out there
And happy are those who can find warmth when it’s cold outside.. 

O’ how much I miss you mom
No words can ever express. 
Those innocent eyes, that sweet smile
And the warmth of those lovely hugs. 
How i wish I could get you back, 
Tell you my stories and find shelter in life’s WINTER.

It rains heavily sometimes in my life mom, 
I miss you more and more with every falling raindrops… 
When I get burnt sometimes under life’s SUN, 
I realise you are not there and forever GONE… 

The more I miss you, the more I love you… 
The more I love you, the more I need you.. 
Your absence will never ever be filled, 
Yet your presence will always be felt. 
You are still in me never away, 
People find a glance of you in me is what they say. 


If lucky are people who still have their Mothers,
 I am lucky too because I was born to the kindest of STARS. 
An example of kindness, a goddess of love. 
Not just to her children but to all. 
And it’s a promise to you my Mom, 
Like you always taught me
I will stand tall 
No matter how many times I fall..

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Wind blows

Based on my real childhood dream

Wind blows..
Seeing this, my heart flows.

In a deep ocean below
One fairy is saying “Hello!”

O’ so adorable!
She seems so lovable

But as soon as I went to her
I heard a bell ring in my ear

Oh! It was just a dream
And I could do nothing than to scream…

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O Dreamer! You’re Your Thoughts

O Dreamer! You’re Your Thoughts

You lie in your cocoon trapped in life’s box
So dark so scary you want to be free
Moist Eyes with the flashes of the thrown rocks
Fallen mask of your disguised love you see

The Eyes seem so void where once dreams were lots
The wings broken with body paralyzed
But you’re more than a body you’re your thoughts
Creativity of your soul deep inside

O’ dreamer! let your vision wear its shoe
Let it travel and never fear the odds
You can cage a body, it is so true
Has anyone been able to cage the thoughts?

For your thoughts, my love is that ray of light
Which can pass even through vacuum at night.

© Copyright S̮e̮l̮i̮n̮a̮ S̮u̮b̮b̮a̮

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मेरी कविता मेरी परछाई है

मेरी कविता मेरी परछाई है,
कागज पे लिखी एक दास्तान है
कभी मेरी मस्तिष्क की कहानी
तो कभी मेरी जिंदगी की जुबानी
जो भी है बस् मेरी अपनी है।

कभी जिंदगी जंगलसा लगे
अपना जानवरो सा लगे
छुप जाती हूँ इसकी आचलमे।
हसू मैं इसकी संग, रोऊँ भी इसकी संग
मतलबियोके भिड़मे ये तो मेरी दर्पण है।

जब मैं थक के बैठ जाऊ
ये मेरी एक प्याला चाय हैं
जब राहे धुँधली सी लगे
पैर लड़खड़ाने लगे
कभी लाठी तो कभी मेरी चश्मा है ये।

जिन्दगी की जंगमे जब मैं खुदको भी भूल जाऊ
ये मेरी बोल्ती हुईं आत्मा है..
बेगानों के झुंडमे जबमें खो जाऊ
ये पेहचाना हुआँ कोई एक चेहरा हैं
हाँ ये सच है मेरी कविता मेरी खुद की परछाई है।

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कभी मैं एक सितारा ⭐

कभी शितल कभी चंचल
कभी शायर कभी गजल
कभी रोती तो कभी हस्ती
कभी मैं कुछ नहीं
तो कभी मैं एक सितारा ⭐

कभी ख्वाबोंमे खो जाती हूँ
खूद ही मे रम जाती हू
कभी खूदको भूल कर
अप्नोमे सो जाती हू।

कभी शायर बन कर
शायरी लिख लेती हू
कभी राहमे गिरकर
फिर सम्हल जाती हू।

© Copyright S̮e̮l̮i̮n̮a̮ S̮u̮b̮b̮a̮

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Dear Life

Crying, laughing, fighting, stumbling
I have never left your side,
More than a quarter century, you’ve always kept surprising me.
More than what I got, the more have I lost.
But still, I have always kept you closest to my heart.

But dear life!
These days a feeling I’ve never encountered comes lingering by my side,
Walking a single step with you nowadays seems to me like an exhausting ride.

U know that I have always loved you, Don’t you?
But now its your turn to show you love me too…
Come and hold me like I have always held on to you
Give me reason dear Life, to love u and be by ur side once more.

© Copyright S̮e̮l̮i̮n̮a̮ S̮u̮b̮b̮a̮

नेपाली कविता ‘आमा’

मेरी प्यारी आमा स्व॰ बिष्णुकुमारी लिम्बूलाई समर्पित मेरो कविता “आमा”

आमा

“आमा” एउटा शब्द मात्र होइन
हजारौ भावनाहरुको आभास।
गर्मीमा छहारी, वर्षामा ओथ
अनि ठण्डी मा न्यानोपन।

भाग्यमानी हुन् तिनीहरु जसले
पोल्ने घाममा शितलता पाउन सक्छन्,
सौभाग्यशाली हुन् तिनीहरु जसले
पानी झड़ी हुरी बताशमा ओथ पाउन सक्छन्,
कति खुशी छन् तिनीहरु पनि जसले
बाहिर ठण्डा हुदा न्यानोपन पाउन सक्छन्।

प्यारी आमा! म हजूरलाई
कति याद गर्छु कसरी भनू म;
ती सोझो दुइ नयन, त्यो प्यारो मुस्कान
अनि त्यो अगांलोको न्यानोपन;
कति चाहन्छु म हजूरलाई फेरि यो जिवनमा,
आफ्नो कथा सुनाउन अनि जिन्दगीको
हुरी बताशमा ओथ पाउन।

कहिले काही मेरो जिवनमा पूरा वर्षा पर्छ,
वर्षाको हरेक थोपा सगैं हजूरको याद
अझै गहिरो भएर जान्छ,
जब जिन्दगीको घामले मलाई पोल्छ
तपाई नभएको महसूस एक चोटी फेरि तिखो भएर आउछ।

जति याद गर्छु तपाईलाई, माया अझ बढ़ेर जान्छ;
जति माया बढ़्छ, “हजूर भएको भा!” भन्ने खयाल एक चोटि फेरि मनमा आउछ।
हजूरको कमी त कहिले पूरा हुन सक्दैन
तर हजूरको आभास पनि यो जिवनमा कहिले कम हुनेछैन।

जुन जिवनलाई सजाउन हजूर सधै समर्पित थिए,
त्यो जिवनलाई प्राण रहुन्जेल सम्हालने छु म।
जति नै कठिन यात्रा किन नहोस्,
हजूरले सिकाए झै पछि कहिले हट्ने छुइन म।

जुन जिवनको कोशेली मलाई दिनू भो,
त्यो जिवन अरु जिवनको केही काममा लाउन पाऊँ।
केही मुस्कान म पनि तपाईले झैं कसैको जिवनमा छड़किन पाऊँ,
प्यारी आमा, यही नै रहनेछ मेरो हजूरप्रतिको एउटा सानो भेट।

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