Monday, April 30, 2012

Gifts for the Master


 His dream was to meet the master
and learn from him
the art of living.

But how could he go empty handed?

And, he started gathering
gifts and offerings.

After what seemed like an eternity,  
he arrived at the master's gates
old, fragile and exhausted
burdened with bags and baggage,
tearful eyes and trembling hands.

As he bent down  to pay his respect,
with a lump in his throat,
the master smiled that smile
and said:
I was waiting for you!
But will you leave all that stuff out
before you come in?
 
 

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

नियती



दाग-रहित बाँच्ने प्रयास
गरिरहन्छु

मेरो
यो प्रयास
कुनै बखत पनि
नटुटोस भनेर होला शायद

ममाथी
निरन्तर
दाग लगाइरहन्छ

मलाई
अनुग्रहित बनाइरहन्छ . . . 



Tuesday, April 10, 2012

The Mountain and the Molehills




Only
when he 
saw the majestic 
Everest soaring high 
into the sky he realized 
all the mountains he had been 
worshiping so far with admiration 
and awe  were mere miniature molehills.