देश र क्रसफायरिङ्ग



टंक सम्वाहाम्फे
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उहिले उहिले
पेन्सन पकाएर फर्किएको
लाहुरेले
आफ्नो स्मृति कथा सुनाउदा
क्रसफायरिङ्गका कुरा गर्थे
हामी केटाकेटी
रोमाञ्चक भएर सुन्थ्यौ
र सोध्थ्यौ
क्रसफायरिङ्ग भनेको के हो ?
उसले भन्थ्यो
मलायाको जंगलमा
ड्याम्म...डुम्म...आवाजसंगै
आगाका झिल्काहरु
माथि आकासमा देखिन्थे
उसले भन्थ्यो
वोर्नियोको जंगलमा
ड्याम्म...डुम्म...आवाजसंगै
आगाका फिलुङ्गाहरु
छेउ मै आईपुग्थे
उसले भन्थ्यो
मलाया र वोर्नियोको जंगलमा
क्रसफायरिङ्गले
धेरैले यो देश देख्न पाएनन्
धेरैले यो देश र्फकन पाएनन्
त्यसवेला
आफ्नो छातीमा झुण्डिएको
मेडल छाम्दै
उसको आखामा
मोती जस्तै आसु खसेको देख्यौ
हामी केटाकेटी
उ रोएको देखेर जिस्क्याउथ्यौ
हाम्रो अवोध मस्तिष्कमा
क्रसफायरिङ्गको
अर्थ खुलेन त्यसवेला
हामीले सम्झ्यौ
जंगलमा खेलिने आगोको खेल
र सोच्यौ साह्रै मज्जा हुदो हो
क्रसफायरिङ्ग
आज ती लाहुरे छैनन्
तर क्रसफायरिङ्ग
धेरै पछि
मलायाको जंगलवाट
वोर्नियोको जंगलवाट
यो देशमा सरेकोछ
वल्ल थाहा भयो
दशवर्षसम्म चलेको
क्रसफायरिङ्गमा
कति त्रास हुदोरहेछ
कति दर्दनाक हुदोरहेछ
कति विनास हुदोरहेछ
आज हरेक नेपालीलाई
थाहा भएकोछ
क्रसफायरिङ्ग भनेको के हो ?
अव हामीले
कुनै निवृत भएको लाहुरेको कथा
सुनि रहनुपरेन
कुनै उदाहरण
पेश गरी रहनुपरेन
किनकी हामी सवै
क्रसफायरिङ्ग मुनिको
लाहुरे भएकाछौ
र हाम्रो देश
मलायाको जंगल वनेको छ
वोर्नियोको जंगल भएको छ
अहिले यहि देशको
जंगलवाट
निवृत लाहुरे भएकाछौ
हामीसंग
हाम्रो छातीमा
कुनै मेडल छैन
तर क्रसफायरिङ्गले वनाएका
युद्धका घाउहरु नै
हाम्रा लागि
कहिल्यै नमेटिने मेडल वनेकाछन्

नवीनताको शंखघोष


प्रकाश थाम्सुहाङ, ईलाम
Source: Nepalikavita


एक समय
न्रि्रुक्क भिजेको मुसाझैँ
सारा अवयव शिथिल भएर मुर्झाएका मान्छेहरू,
इतिहासको एउटा पात्र
आफ्नो सीमाबाट बाहिर फुत्त निस्केर
एकाएक राजनीतिमा उदाएको परिदृश्य
विस्मित म
धरहरा नजिक उभिएर रमिला हेर्दै थिएँ ।

अर्वाचीन समयखण्डमा
शस्त्रधारीले निःशस्त्रलाई गरिरहेको अमानवीय व्यवहारहरू
मान्छे मान्छे बीच जन्मिएको अविश्वासका खाडलहरू
तमोर नदीमा निरन्तर बगिरहेको रगतको वहावहरू
बन्द हुनुपर्छ भन्छु म,
टक्क अडिएको घण्टाघरको घडीको सुइ
उल्टो होइन सुल्टो घुम्नु पर्छ भन्छु म,
पूनरावृत्ति होइन
नवीनताको शङ्खघोष हुनुपर्छ भन्छु म,
टेक्नु पर्छ अब नयाँ सडकमा विसङ्गती लक्षित
विद्रोहका पाइलाहरू
फाट्नु पर्छ कालो बादलहरू
नवीनताको आवाजले
यहाँ,
जडतालाई पर्खालहरू
भत्काउनु पर्छ नूतन सोचले भन्छु म ।

एकलवादको हालीमुहाली रोज्नेहरू हो झ्
बहुल-बहुल सादृश्यतामा बाँचौँ भन्छु म ।

अर्वाचीन परिवेशको गञ्जागोलबाट अवसर लुट्नेहरू
अधिनायकत्वको एक क्षत्र राज चाहनेहरू
हिंसा-हिंसा अनि फेरि हिंसाको रटना लगाउनेहरू
कान खोलेर सुन अब
खुला मञ्चा उभिएर म
उन्मिुक्तिको, निस्सीमताको, स्वतन्त्रताको भाव बोकेको
नवीन प्रजातन्त्रको गीत गाईरहेछु
सार्वभौमसत्ता प्राप्तीको अभीष्ट बोकेको
जनताको गीत गाईरहेछु ।

Looking back at BS 2064




Beginning from the finishing days of BS 2063, I came close to the various poet friends of mine. The programs by “Shastra Chaitra 30” at Gurukul and “Barsaant Kavyagosti” at Yalmaya Kendra, facilitated me to know new friends. And during the full year, at a large number of literary programs I met many new friends.
From the start of BS 2064, for the whole year I was present at one or another literary program. The first such program of the BS 2064 was the book release function of Amber Nembang Limbu at Academy. Young poet Swapnil Smriti had informed me about this program. This book of Amber Nembang Limbu titled “Samjhanaka Tareliharu” is a nice collection of the essay. Again, at the same venue, I happened to attend the 4 days long “Rastriya Sahitya Gosthi-2064” from Falgun 4-7. Here, for the first time, I met the writer Manisha Gauchan, Kehar Singh Gurung (Lamjung) and many others. Also I can’t forget Bimala Tumkhewa’s Solo Poem Recital Program at Gurukul accompanied by Sarita Mishra with her musical performance in Tabala. The most enjoyable program I attended during the year 2064 was the book release function of Ram Krishna Bantawa’s book “Saghan Tuwalo” at CW Restaurant at Kamladi. It was really a great fun and feast, where I met the famous columnist Khagendra Sangrula for the first time. Still I can’t forget that night at Ashoka Hotel (Bag Bazaar) with my friend Prakash Thamsuhang. I also attended late poet Bimal Gurung’s Anniversary Program on Kartik 19, 2064 at Budha Chowk, Dharan-18. And also the most awaited but the missed out program was Solo Poem Recital Program by Veteran Poet Bairagi Kainla at Gurukul. He had recited the poems after a long gap of around 30 years. But due to some busy schedule I couldn’t attend that program. I still regret upon this bad luck of mine.
During 2064, I happened to purchase a large number of books, mainly the books on poems e.g., Niguroko Kharani(Tanka Upreti),Hari Adhikariko Kabita(Hari Adhikari),Dasgaja Wari (RM Dangol),Aru Fuleko Shaanjh (Anil Shrestha),Jeewanko Laya (Shrawan Mukarung), Samjhanaka Tareliharu (Amar Nembang Limbu), Dasagajamaa Ubhiera(Ganesh Rasik),Yahaan Se Dekho (Kedar Nath Singh), Hazaron Prithivi hazaron aakash (Budhisagar Chapain), Pul Ra Parkhalharu (Saneha Sayami),Aago Chhoper Katinjel (Nabaraj Lamsal), Smudralai Ansu Chahindaeina (Aruna Vaidya) etc.
Last year a lot of new books made place in the bookshelf of mine. I received a lot of books as complimentary copies e.g., Beshyasangh Bitayeko Ek Sanjha & Gas Chamberma Buddha (Prakash Angdemebe),Sumnima Paruhang & Kanupriya –Hindi poems by Dharmavir Bharati (Bikram Subba), bi-yearly magazine Srijanshil Sahitya, Hongkongma Kabita,Samayaka Rangharu (Tika Chamling),Pinjada Bhitra (Tara Balal-star), Bimal Gurungka kehi kabitaharu,Sapana Sajayera Ankhabhari (Basantaraj Agyat),Bhogaeika Shrinkhalaharu (Yubraj Sampang), Adibashi (Desh Subba), Saghan Tuwalo (Ram Krishna Bantawa) etc.
Ultimately, a big dream of mine came true during this year. My anthology of poems “Usko Mutubhitra Deshko Nakshanai Thiyena” came out in this year. This book comprises 33 poems in 64 pages. The cover art is done by Vivek Mukarung (Bhojpur) and the Computer layout is carried out by Basantraj “Agyat” (Khotang) for Sathi Prakashan. The preface is written by the noted poet Shrawan Mukarung and the ‘sticker- note’ at the back page is done by veteran poet Bikram Subba. Altogether, the year was really a wonderful one for me.

RANGABAAD, Primordial colorations in a Multiverse

Excerpt of the article by Bhushita Vasistha from City Post dated January 29, 2008 (Tuesday)


(Nepali literature has always been of one or the other movements. Starting from the Moti Mandali movement of Moti Ram Bhatta, it led to the Jharrobaad of Tara Nath Sharma. Simultaneously, the 1960s’ Aayameli Abhiyaan of Indra Bahadur Rai, Bairagi Kainla and Ishwar Ballabh bloomed, leading to the underground Boot Paalis and Ashvikrit Jamaat bohemianism spearheaded by Shailendra Sakar, Dhruba Sapkota and Ramesh Shrestha in the 1970s. The recent is the Shrijanshil Arajakta, to name only a few, which have mushroomed and sustained themselves. The one in the list is Rangabaad. The Rangabaadi Movement necessarily originated from the eastern hills of Nepal and is shouldered by the youths and poets of the same regions. Yet the effect of the movement is nationwide. The active members of Rangabaad movement are Dharmendra Bikram Nembang,Chandra Bir Tumbapo, Seema Avash, Swargiya Swapnil Smriti, Prakash Bimil and Amar Neupane.)
The writers/poets who conceived of this movement are all set to deny any sort of “geniusness” in their writing. “We don’t believe in anything like genius as we don’t believe in most other things, either. Nothing absolute exists in the world. Thus, all beliefs become orthodox in course of time,” explained Dharmendra Bikram Nembang, expounder of the Rangbaadi Movement. “The Universe is a relative manifestation of light and shades. Therefore, the cosmos is relativity, and relativity is a variation in the degree of light or colors,” the Rangabaadi message is quite clear.
The movement that suggests the sentiments of the deconstructionists began in 2004. When Nepal was in the thick of conflict and violence, Rangabaad, a brainchild of Nembang, registered itself as a literary movement through his book Bhiraibhir ko Ranga, which often is considered the manifesto of the movement. Initially, it was called Bishesh Rangabaad. However dynamic as their movement is, in five years they have nevertheless amended their manifesto for the third time, each time adding or subtracting some elements. “And we haven’t come to any conclusion yet. Life is a continuous flux, and we’re ready to amend ourselves, rather than be stagnant,” said Chandra Bir Tumbapo, one of the six active Rangabaadi poets.
“The movement has breathed a new life into Nepali literature. It rebels against the idea of reading poems just as a means of attaining academic merits. Since most of the poems of this school are complex and anarchist, one is bound to read the corpus as an insightful interpretation of life, which, though beautiful, is not always understandable,” shared Dr. Govinda Bhattarai. In other words Rangabaadi poems are almost performing art. To bring the desired effects, the poets play with the words in as much as to manicure a piece into the shape of the meaning. That is to say, sometimes when a poet is writing about rains, it is very probable that the poet might drop the words like raindrops.
The main essence of Rangabaad is its belief in total deconstruction of the static. Influenced by the Platonic School of thought, they believe the visible world is the imperfect imitation of the real. Therefore, poems should be imitated and re-imitated. Even though this does not make them perfect, one nevertheless can always aspire to take them onto the path of perfection.
One of the most interesting aspects of this movement is that it has totally denied the existence of singular or even dual. “The world is a part of multiversity; therefore, it is foolish to confine it to one or two,” Chandrabir says. This is why the first page of their book starts with the last page number and ends on the third page, just as, in their own words, the Multiverse-as opposed to the Universe-functions.

Know About A Book (3)




Title of the book: "Kayakalpa"
Author: Chanky Shrestha
Genre: Collection of Poems
Computer Work: Suwarna Humagain
Publisher: Bibek Sirjanshil Publication (P) Ltd.
Cover Art: Surendra Chalise
Printed @ : Banglamukhi Offset Press
First Edition: Magh 2062

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