of everything and anything that concerns me

Aja je sukai hos, basera lekchhu ani Nepalimai lekhchhu bhanera sabai kaam saam chodera lekhna basya chhu. Kati lekhna sakinchha tha chaina, herum, tara lekchhu. unicode maa kekhau ki jasto la thyo pheri , hyaa jhanjaht bhanthane. Yeso lekhdai garda ke sochna aayo bhane, colloquial arthat bolai ko Nepali maa i lekhdai chhu, kei farak [...]

“Other parties [Nepali Congress and CPN-UML] could not understand the spirit of consensus. They are not serious as we are [for the political consensus to end the deadlock].” ~ Pushpa Kamal Dahal, Moist leader
I don’t know if I have the right to talk about Nepal. Somehow, the geographical detachment makes me feel that I have [...]

It is not you,
nor another man
but he who loves me,
that I seek oneness with.
This Bhakti,
is not an illusion,
all else is.
I trust you 
and your surreal smile.
In my restless heart,
I find a moment of calm
from your memory
and your ethereal smile.
My love, free me!
for all else is a trap.
Oh beloved!
no more tricks.

For once I don’t want to theorize and add on to the trailing list of theories in the identity debate or the diaspora one. These experiences are my own, singular and subjective. Somethings just can’t be collectivized. Basically I’m a singular. Me. An entity with bits and pieces of geography, history, culture, economics, biology but [...]

Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and stare at the ceiling above expecting the dogs to bark and a motorcycle to roar outside. Sometimes, in the dark I don’t know where I am, an unfamiliar room, unfamiliar footsteps outside the door in an unfamiliar hallway. 
Sometimes my eyes reach far beyond the [...]

I’m struggling with words again,
trying my best to write,
a witty topic sentence,
followed by an explanation,
backed up by evidence
and my response to the text.
But I’m still the same.
The same B3 person,
Just a year older.
Trapped in the illusion
of being better,
denying evident mediocrity,
trying to redeem myself,
again through poetry.
I’m just the same mediocre person, B3.

The non discrepancy of this blog makes me not want to write on it anymore. There are things a woman goes through… its not necessary for you to know 
I traded my dinner swipe for a large coffee and cookies and I regret that decision because there’s rice with beans at Wilder today… 
I miss poetry but [...]

Unfamiliar red leaves,
rare gatherings in Hampshire
and memories of a ten day festival,
on the other half of the world.
Ivory towers, celestial stars,
a lake with ducks and geese,
 and sympathy for a familiar stranger,
on the  other half of the world.
Home work, long walks,
Eid in a big hall, strange ideas
of unaccepting liberalism. Dreams,
back to the other half of the [...]

A pile of laundry,
there
in the corner
of the closet I share
with my room mate;
she’s Australian,
it makes life easier
but its not the same.
The depleting cash
in the inner pocket 
of my leather purse
baba bought me
the day before
I left Kathmandu stares
blankly at the confused me
trying to make sense of
dining dollars and one cards
that need to have cash in it
so I [...]