"A deeply personal reflection on the dissonance between how others perceive us and the harsh ways we view ourselves. This piece delves into the painful reality of walking through the world under the heavy, judging eyes of society, and the terrifying vulnerability of being truly known. It is a confession of the mind's darkest corners." I am afraid to meet you, and I swear it is no lie, You tell me I am beautiful, but I can only sigh. For you have never truly seen the truth I

मेरो हृदयको पानामा तपाईंलाई स्वागत छ। यहाँ कोरिएका शब्दहरू केवल अक्षर होइनन्; यी त जीवनका गहिरा भोगाइ, दबिएका चित्कार र मौन भावनाहरूका सजीव प्रतिबिम्ब हुन्। कविता र निबन्धमार्फत म मेरो आत्माको आवाजलाई यहाँ पोख्ने गर्छु। यो खाली ठाउँमा पाइला टेक्नुहोस्, सायद तपाईंले मेरा शब्दहरूमा कतै आफ्नै कथा भेट्टाउनुहुनेछ। आमा, उ अघाउन्जेल स्तनपान गराऊ, नत्र— एकदिन ऊ भोको ब्वाँसो झैँ, खुल्ला मैदानमा स्तनकै खोजीमा भौँतारिनेछ। उचाई मापन गर्ने बाहानामा, हरेक नारीको चरित्रको धज्जी उडाउनेछ। ऊ अ

अस्तित्वको खोजी र मौनताको लवज "लेखन मेरो लागि एउटा प्रार्थना हो, जसले मेरो हृदयभित्रका शब्दहरूलाई आकार दिन्छ। यो कवितामा एउटा यस्तो चरीको कथा छ, जो स्वतन्त्र आकाश छोडेर नियतिको जालोमा फसेकी छ। जब विश्वास र भरोसाको मरुभूमिमा हिँड्दै गर्दा पाइलैपिच्छे 'राम-राम' भन्दै छुरा रोप्ने शक्तिहरूसँग जम्काभेट हुन्छ, तब एउटा सर्जकको मनमा कस्तो हलचल मच्चिन्छ? आफ्नै मनको घाउ सुकाउने दबाइ खोज्दै गर्दा जन्मिएका यी पंक्तिहरू केवल शब्द मात्र होइनन्, ती मेरो आत्मिक खोजी र मौन चित्कार हुन्। यो रच

Woman is a Foreign Land Writing is healing and prayer for me.writing makes me who I want to be and these words inside my heart gives shape to my existence. I wrote this piece to honor the silent, fierce battles women fight every day. So often, a woman is treated like a foreign land to be conquered, or a language to be decoded. But her spirit is not written in Braille for the world to simply touch and read. This poem is a reflection on her hidden pain, but mostly, it is a cele

Life often starts as a simple journey, yet we find ourselves lost in the pursuit of "name and fame." This poem is a reflection on the "hidden history" of the soul—the beauty we possessed before the world filled us with the unnecessary, and the struggle to break free from the comfort zones that keep us stagnant. The Hidden History Life is not the map we drew in dreams, Nor the simple path we once assumed; The current pulls much harder than it seems, And quiet journeys find

My new journey. A new hope of being someone, better than myself, Falling and rising, Sunrise and sunset, Ups and down, I shall do and die, To complete myself.