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The Jack of All Trades

I was told I could be good at anything not warned it meant average at everything People grow up, may be I grew down on every chessboard but as a pawn Being born a cluster of potential meant so much more for me to waste The rising star they all looked up to who fell shooting down in a haste There were so many boats to ride I put my feet in all but heart in none Shuffling again and again to find the same Jack of all trades, master of none. I had this picture perfect idea of me painted gold with every medal I landed every teacher and fortune teller so sure a future set in stone waiting to be handed I was my full-marks and my first prizes my monitor badges and assembly applauses my jumping years and too good for my peers my school songs and their genuine cheers my dance rehearsals, the needles and threads my poems and speeches turning heads my raising hands and stunned teachers my voice familiar with the speakers. Now I am this collage of embarrassments everyday reminded to make amendments
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A Frustrated Chesspiece

  On some days, the world isn't fair. Like yesterday and the day before and I don't see how it will be any more Their eyes roll and sign it wasn't enough when you give it all you had and more. Of all the million selves I go through each day the hopeless one is the worst to be for I like to have things in my own hands and have the only one to blame as me. If it were upto me I would survive I would shoot everything in this quiver of mine and if I died in battle I'd rise again for I would learn how to win the next time. But my victories aren't my own to grant My losses come from the ego of strangers A mere chesspiece in their corrupted games the one who has everything to wager. And yet this game of chess is like no other for the pawn is the one to blame They made it so there's only so far I can go and yet I crumble with shame. I can yell "the game is rigged" with all my might a red pill too hard to digest for the ones who won are bas
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Could Have Been....

  It was the best of times, the worst of times A thing of nightmares or some fever dream The bravest, most atrocious my hopes had been As unworthy your own regrets may deem For reasons unknown, you were my best could have been.... A hand that held me when I expected it to drop Keeping note of my allergies at the tea shop Something strong must have been in the air to feel so at home at a bus stop When chairs were broken to avoid my sight And showing up everyday was an endless fight How do I deny the courage your bones held to walk and be known as someone by my side On nights that were sharp on my wrist And lips stained with the horrors they kissed How did you paint my storms a rainbow so full of wonder, they could even be missed Before bruises and scars thickened my skin The simplest chaos I was centered in Twin or not, you lit a flame in me and it was my warmest could have been. My tears so cold, washed the warmth away The expired good memories taken off the displ
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She scares the shit out of you.....

 You saw her from afar A literal Sunshine! Oh how mesmerized you were! A perfect picture to hang on your wall One of everyone and yet so different from them all Oh what a surprise you'd immediately fall  for the only girl who could hand you an "L" She who understood the references and laughed at them with you She who loved the game and wore the same color as you A name somehow on everyone's lips one yours would sound perfect next to You saw a feed with colors so bright Happy, cool, savage, taking things light Eager to reach places you too dream of Oh wasn't she a magnificent sight! She could scream in key to that classic rock song lowered her pitch to sing "Smelly cat" along She who couldn't keep her feet on the ground to the dull beats everyone else danced around Once peeked at the world through books and movies and had no intention of being homebound She could sing, dance, write and speak her heart So much potential to add to your cart! Her hopes a
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तिमी अनि म!

  तिमी कता कता म झैँ लाग्छ मिथ्या! तिमी म झैँ हुन्थ्यौ त तिमीझैँ कहिल्यै हुन्थिनौ! म जे बन्न चाहन्थेँ, बन्न चाहन्छु तिमी धेरै अघि बनिसकेकी रहिछ्यौ। म जो बन्ने सपना बुन्थेँ त्यो तिम्रो यथार्थ बनिसकेछ। म आफ्ना अतितका पिडाबाट भाग्दैछु अझै तिमीले तिनै पिडालाई निचोरी मलम बनाइ निको पार्दै रहिछ्यौ अरुका चोटहरु म आफुले हारेका लडाइँ सम्झी लुकिरहेछु एक कुनामा तिमी आफ्ना युद्द सम्झिएर झनै दृढ छौ अरुका जित सुनिश्चित गर्न म आफ्नै मनका प्रश्नमा अल्झिरहेछु अझै तिमी दुनियाँका प्रश्न झेल्दै अघि बढिरहेछौ निरन्तर प्रश्न तिम्रा मनमा पनि हजार जन्मँदा हुन् तर मलाई झैँ कर्मबाट आफुलाई रोक्न दिन्नौ तिमीले! ती हरेक बाधा जसले मलाई म हुनबाट रोक्दछन् म देख्छु तिनले झनै तिमिलाई तिमी बनाउँदछन्! ती हरेक बन्धन जसमा म आफुलाई बाँधिन दिन्छु देख्छु तिनमा कसिएर तिमी झनै स्वतन्त्र हुन हौसिन्छ्यौ! ती हरेक कारण जसलाई ढाल बनाई म आफ्नो असफल, अदृश्य जीवनको न्यानो काखमा हराउँछु तिमीलाई हेर्दा बुझ्छु, ती बहाना मात्र हुन् तिमीलाई जो रोक्न सकेनन् तिमी बन्न बाट! आफू हुनमा गर्व गर्थेँ म तर तिमीलाई देख्दा लाग्छ
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That Day

  That day I put on a red lipstick cause you asked me to only for you to wipe it off in a hurry. I took a hundred amazing pictures of you only for you to take one blur shot of me. I spent the morning getting ready for you only to hear how I need to learn to be pretty I took the sweetest selfies with you only to forever hide it in my gallery. That day I surprised you with a pair of sunglasses only for you to be mad about how I didn't get a box for it. I paid for our lunch only for you to never ask what I wanted to eat. I got on a crowded bus with you only for you to jump into the only empty seat. I took three buses to get to you only for you to run saying there were friends you had to meet. That day I came to you straight from a week long trip Only for you to say I smelled like shit. I waited all day to get a reply from you only for you to yell for God knows what I did. I made you a video montage on your birthday only for you to say you'll be busy and wis
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  I am tired of being told who I am I am not that one smiling picture of me Not that one time I cried watching an ad I am not that night I was too afraid of the dark Nor am I the day I made my bravest roar I am not the one who once borrowed a wand from a stranger for her friend I am not when I crumbled before asking a shopkeeper for a pen I am not that girl who skipped plans to stay home I am not who was once the life of that party I am not that expensive coffee I crave nor the cheap tea that makes me feel safe I am not my oily head and sleepless face And not the thousand coloured lips on my insta feed I am not the one time I pushed people away to feel strong Also not the constant rants on my timeline seeking sympathy and attention I am not the rolling of my eyes when I see fake actions Not the one who is numb before the sad friend who is waiting some reactions I am not that sweet drunk hugs I gave away Not the me who's too afraid to shake hands I am not the word
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A cheesy poem

  You say you can't write poems about love About happiness, devoid of hurt but is it really that you cannot or that they never hit you hard enough. You've never written about starry skies but so many with watery eyes Always with a pen in the lows and never once so in the highs. It was never something you could not feel but writing it down would make it real. Maybe that would shield you for good But the end always hit as hard as it should. So you never wrote about your smiles In your theatre of memories, those blissful aisles but everytime you bled and shed you scribbled and went on for miles and miles. And though it begins so cliche with all these rhymes And will only get cheesier with the following lines I hope we're both patient with this one because today I wish to write about good times. Today all I did was exist and yet he looked at me like I won a nobel prize Today all I did was something dumb and yet he talked to me like I was the smartest pers
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सोचेभन्दा लामो यात्रा

  कुनै दिन चुनेको त्यो अग्लो गन्तव्य कल्पनामा कति सुन्दर, मनमोहक ! अरु पुगेक्क देख्दा रहरै लाग्ने त्यही सपनालाई जीवन राखेँ बन्धक जब पाइला सारेँ, अरुझैँ सरेनन् मेरा भागमा परे सबै बन्धन यात्रा त सहज कसको पो हुन्छ र अझ अवरोध बन्यो आफ्नै धड्कन उत्साहित बनाउने त्यो सपना खै कुन्नी कहिले निन्द्रा उडाउने दुस्वप्न बनेछ आफ्ना पाइला हेरुन्जेल सबै ठिकझैँं लाग्ने वरपर हेरे आफू असक्षम भयभित कदम भाग्न खोज्छन् विपरित दिशामा त्यही दुख:ले बरु अघि सरे.... म पनि त एकदिन पुग्नेछु त्यहाँ मेरो गन्तव्य मेरो भविष्य छ जहाँ समय लागोस् कम या बेसी के फरक पर्छ र, म पुगेपछी! कहाँ पुगे अरु, म रहिरहेँ पछि मेरो हर एक सास दिँदा दिँदै पनि उछिने मलाई सँगै र पछिका कतिले म थाक्दै खोजिरहेँ अर्को बिसौनी सुरुवातमै यदि विलम्ब भो बदलिन्न अब समय जति दौडे पनि नजर केवल अडाउनु छ बाटोमा होडबाजीमा लागे आफैँलाई हानी सुस्त सुस्त बढिरहने त्यो कछुवा अनि अनायासै रोकिइरहने खरायो पनि म यो कथा मा न जित छ न हार छ मेरो प्रतिस्पर्धी आखिर म नै त हो नि बेमौसम कुनै फूल फूल्दै फूल्दैन मेरो मौसम आउनै बाँकी छ..... म पनि त एकदिन पुग्नेछु त्यहाँ मेरो गन
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अदृश्य यादहरु

  मेटिन्छ्न् के भावना कहिल्यै?                                            यादहरु त लुक्ने रहेछन् कुनै कुनामा अनि के भावना नअल्झिएका होलान् र तिनमा कतै? हुँदैनथे त डुलिरहन्थे नै किन यादबिनाका भावना भावनाबिनाका सम्झना सम्झना बिनाका कल्पना.... कोल्टे फेर्दै छटपटाउने त होइन न छाहारीमा शितल हावासँगै टोलाउने र पनि खै मीठो निद्रामा हुँदा रहेछन् कतै बिहानीसँगै नझुल्किदिने दुखका वर्षामा पनि नझस्किने न हाँसोमा बेरिएर रुवाउने न आँसुमा डुब्दा काउकुती लगाउने। आफ्नै दिनचर्यामा अल्झिरहँदा पार्श्वमा बिलाइरहेको कुनै धुन झैँ टाढा सूक्ष्म पाउमा परेर पनि नबिझ्ने अचल अदृश्य परिधिमै रहेर पनि ढुकढुकी नसुनिने अनि बगिरहन्छन् दिनहरु चलिरहन्छन् भित्तामा टाँगिएका अङ्क अझै टाढा टाढा बढारिदिँदै कहिलेकाहिँ चाहेर पनि ठम्याउन नसकिने। त्यस्तै कुनै एक दिनमा अरु दिनझैँ न्यानो एक दिनमा दिनहरुको भिडमा हराउन सक्ने मात्र अर्को एक दिनमा अर्कै दिशामा अर्कै गन्तव्यतिर हिँड्दा हिँड्दै ब्युँताइदिन्छन् अनायासै बनेका दुई आकृतिले केही पहिलोपटक जोडिएका केही अन्तिमपल्ट छुट्टिएका जानी-नजानी हैन, नज
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"I am not like other girls"

Growing up, girls are told there are only two kinds of girls, either a "typical girl" or "not like other girls". That being "like other girls" is bad. And before you even get to know any girl when they grow an actual personality, you start staying away from them because you want to grow your own personality. Because you are told girls don't have personalities, and you want to be different. You want to look cool, you want to fit in, you want to be accepted, you want to stand out, you want the guys to like you, and for that, from all around you, you have to be different than other girls. I know because I used to believe that. Grew up a few interests I told girls can't have so I thought every day, I had to try and be more and more different from them. That there was nothing I could possibly talk to a girl about because hey, "All girls talk about is makeup! Makeup BAD! Girls BAD!" The more I believed I could not talk to girls, girls wouldn
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YOU!

 You Yes you! You there with your jokes and acts that you claim do not mean harm Do you know what they do to me? They make me want to crumble into pieces hide somewhere inside myself wishing I was a turtle with a rock hard shell that could stand it all not be pierced by all you shoot the stares and words like flaming swords that burn right through me Turn me to dust unable to sweep myself off my feet anymore I hide, it makes me weird I show, it makes me bad How to I ever escape this maze as long as I exist? or may be even after... You You there with your hormones at rage the ones you blame at any age and desires you claim you cannot hold back Do you know what they do to mine? They turn my life completely around without a trace on yours somehow Make me run away From you from myself from everything that once mattered All in search of a safe place that can never be found They make me doubt it I am wrong they make me believe you are right that may be I d
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The day you touched my scars

 I know you don't remember the day you touched my scars. You looked at them in pity and distaste but not in disgust. You gave a nod that said "you are a fool" but not unlovable. I was afraid your reaction might add more pain to them but you touched it in a way they wanted to heal. I was afraid they were going to push you away but then you pulled me close. You held me to your chest. "Was it necessary?" you asked. But your eyes knew better. The way they looked at me, they did not need an answer. We gave eachother our silence. Our embrace. And the cuts didn't matter anymore. I know you don't remember the day you touched my scars, but I play it in my mind everytime its your turn to be the fool. I take my turn to do what you did that day. Love, anyway.
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अरु कोहिसँग

 सपना पूरा भए हाम्रा पुरा भए तिम्रा अरु कोहिसँग नाता गाँसियो तिम्रो नयाँ जिन्दगी भरिलाई छुटियो मसँग को हुँ र म? के हक र मेरो? के अर्थ मेरो मायाको? आगोको वरिपरि तिमीसँग नघुमेको मेरो मायाको के अर्थ वर्षौँसम्म मनसँग मन जोडेको? जब नाम जोडियो तिम्रो अरु कोहिसँग उता बिदाइका आँसु दुनियाँले देखे होलान् के अर्थ मेरा लुक्दै सिरानिमा बगेका आँसुको तिम्रा ती नौमती पन्चेबाजाले ढाकिसकेका अँध्यारो कुनामा रोक्दारोक्दै फुत्केको मेरो रोदनको उसँग तिम्रा हात मिलाउन फुल कतिले छरे होलान् त्यहाँ के अस्तित्व रह्यो सुनसानमा मिल्ने हाम्रा हातको हाम्रा मनको मेट्दै छौ होला मेरा यादहरु मैले भन्दा सजिलै तिमी ठाउँ खाली गर्दै नयाँ याद जो लेख्दैछौ अरु कोहिसँग कुन्नी कसरी चुने जिवनभरिलाई हिजोसम्म नदेखेको कसैलाई मसँग नै भविष्य देख्न डराउने तिम्रा ती आँखाले खै कसरी पहिलो भेटमै हाँस्न सके कुनै सङ्कोच बिना मसँग हुँदा मात्र मुस्कुराउँछु भन्ने ती ओठले तस्विर कुन हेरेर छान्यौ तस्विर आफ्नो कुन पठायौ हाँसो त तिनमा मैले नै दिएका होलान् चिनायौ होला साथीलाई नाम थरले मात्र तिसँगको कहानी त अझै
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अनुत्तरित

 केही अन्त्य अनुत्तरित प्रश्न आफ्नै जवाफ आफैँ बन्नुपर्ने जवाफदेही नहुने रहेछ कोहि यहाँ कसैको लागि किन? कोट्याइरहन्छ सधैँ हजारौँ अन्य प्रश्नभन्दा उत्तर उति नै जटिल म खनिरहन्छु यादका सुरुङहरु किन? किन? बर्बराउँदै जति नजिक पुग्छु तर अन्धकार पाउँछु उति काँप्तछु अनि के म साँच्चै चाहन्छु त्यो अन्त्यमा पुग्न? कुन्नी! जति जति खोज्दैछु त्यसलाई भाग्दैछु उति नै अझ कि डराउँछु अन्तमा कतै सत्य भेटिएलान् ती सत्य जो म सुन्न चाहन्नँ वा ती जो म मान्न चाहन्नँ कि डराउँछु अन्त्य कतै अन्त्य नै हुने हो भावनाका प्रश्नका सियोमा पिरोलेर अझै सँगालिरहेका कतै बगाइ जाला जवाफका बाढीले र त अर्को एउटा प्रश्न म आफैँ नदेखेझैँ नसुनेझैँ हिँड्छु, अनुत्तरित के त्यो उत्तर तिमिसँग छ वा मभित्र नै कतै?
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