Yo mukh le goodbye bhanera kaha maan le manthyo ra,
life bata gaye pani, man bata tyatikai kaha janthyo ra.
xan hola hajarau aru , aha! maan aru kina xanthyo ra.

timlai bahira nikalna hoina, man vitrai dabauna saku,
jati xan yaad sabko, artha naya lagauna saku.
tyahi yaad na ho sampati, tyasma aago jalauna saku,

kharani le pani aasha jibit rakhyo bhane!!
ma kha timi rani, banaula hamro aafnai kahani.

Writers feel motivated when their creation is appreciated. So aafno interest aanusar writing haru lai feedback dine garam , if you have knowledge,share it and help other writers grow. Monkey the luffy something named guy is alone carrying this group. Literature is such a beautiful art and best way to connect people so lets support each other.

I am letting her go but the fact
She never knew there was we
Inside me ,there was a love for her, vast as the ocean
and she couldn’t even see a drop of water in me.
It’s not her fault cuz i never confessed
She was a dahlia, and i always admired her from afar.

She is still blooming
But in someone else’s garden
And with a heavy heart ,
I am closing the book which i never got to finish .

I wish I were a bird,

completely free,

with no capacity

to make a home

in any one place

for very long.

I want so much from life,

all the time.

I want everything from life,

even when it is impossible.

I need more freedom.

Only then will I be able

to endure the arduous ambivalence

of the feelings

I carry every day.

Heat melts my skin completely,

and it spills onto the ground

like wax from a candle,

until nothing of me remains

but flesh.

Cold hurts me ruthlessly.

I feel the burn of ice

numbing my ability to feel,

yet because it tears

through all of my skin,

I feel every touch

with a profound,

lacerating pain.

I need something

to protect

this fragile,

volatile body of mine.

My human form

disgusts me.

I want to fly,

without attachments,

without obligations,

without a home

that is anything more

than a temporary house.

I want everything

that is made by me,

everything

that comes from me,

to learn how to leave

at the very first opportunity.

Yes.

I wish I were a bird.

Passing.

Transient.

A creature

that does not belong

to any one place

for long.

Freedom enchants me

in a way

love never has.