With all the glory how I achieved a life,
When I can’t find me in me
I dare to ask “Who am I?”
“Where am I?” “How am I?”
“What am I?” When I can’t find any voice
The passive player, me dares to ask, again
“Am I alive?” “Is aliveness alive?”
The second thought, arises, answering
A hope, I am living, a dream, I am pursuing
A thought, I am believing
A question, I am raising
aren’t these aliveness?
Yes, aliveness is alive.
And aliveness asks me, “Are you alive?”
The next thought, ceases me, inside me
All questions dead, all thoughts scattered,
Raising the silence, I dare to think again,
And start listening, a voice in me.
Three-day art workshop concludes
Shall I believe, I am alive
I fear death, am I alive?
I have seen and heard,
Women burnt for dowry
Couldn’t raise a single question, am I alive?
I have seen, worked for
the corrupted ones,
Couldn’t dare raising a protest, am I alive?
I can see,
Children, without means of education
Couldn’t raise voice for them, am I alive?
So, I dare to doubt again and again,
“Am I alive?” “Is aliveness alive?”
My poisoned heart, arises, answering me
With silence, a complete silence.
The shot questions, alive emptiness,
I dare to ask again, I can see
Female feticide, domestic violence,
Sexual abuse, chhaupadi,
Rape, dowry, poverty, corruption,
Illiteracy and above all murders,
But all I care price tag of dresses at Kathmandu mall,
Recent movie at QFX movie hall,
My settlement at Kathmandu,
That’s why, I suspect my glory of life
And dare to ask “Am I alive?”
“Is my aliveness alive?”
