索引
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English
詩
- Grateful
- I have never written a poem for you フリーライティング
- escape
- When I am wise नेपाली 詩
- होलीका रंगहरू 日本語 詩
- 遠い青空へ —
- このページについて
I could dedicate few pages for you In the poetry of my life But page was turned, All it was blank and new
I could have written poem for you In the blank pages Got Lost in the dictionary All the words remain due
Actually I was lost in myself In the new world Your love was so overwhelming I just couldn’t help
I thought to ink down My feelings for you And realized it was late I blamed it to the town
Okay, I had a feeling But couldn’t define it right When it all made sense There were no stars in the night
Now, it’s an apology you knew For the Dilemma I made To reply your goodbye Cause I have never written a poem for you
To the soil we made up of, To the soul we build on, To the food we live on, And To the good we be of
To the trees we lean on, To the air we take in, To the dawn we wake in, And to the skin we preen on.
To the moon you feel through, To the skylight you look at, To the night you adore at, And To the sun you see through.
To the thoughts you believe with, To the being you look up to, To the thing you look down to, And To the dreams you stick with.
When I am wise … When I am wise, I would have a dream When I am wise, I would have a plan Rather keeping quiet, I would scream I would transit from young boy to a man
When I am wise, I would seek light When I am wise, I would have a life Moving up from ground to new height Work on my skills like a sharp knife
When I am wise, I would be myself When I am wise, I would learn more Open my arms for people to help And invest to discover my inner core
When I am wise, I would never say goodbye Until we meet again, see you when you come by
When I discover that I made an error I react to this by…
imperfections are part of life they may be out of your five just learn to improve one rose is still beautiful with thorn
never fear to make a mistake after which just don’t forget to wake learning is the dependent process acknowledge them to get success
errors are the traces of completeness correct them with great willingness don’t panic just decide right bright day follows the dark night
背景
This began in Science Communication, a course from my master’s studies taught by Professor Gary Quinn. Our final class was held online during the COVID-19 pandemic.
The course was about more than explaining scientific work. We also talked about bigger questions: What makes a good life? How do we know what we know? What shapes our choices? How should we face problems, mistakes, and our own limits? In the final class, Professor Quinn brought these ideas together in two questions. We had to finish these sentences:
- “When I am wise …”
- “When I discover that I made an error, I react to this by …”
Everyone was given five to ten minutes to prepare. I did not set out to write poetry; both answers simply arrived that way. I wrote the two poems almost immediately and presented them to the class.
The response was warm, and Professor Quinn asked me to email the poems to him. I sent them after class with a short thank-you note. The next day, he replied with encouragement and one line that has stayed with me: “I hope you will keep up your writing alongside your lab work.”
What began as a quick classroom exercise became a small reminder that sometimes writing appears before we have time to overthink it—and that a few sincere words of encouragement can travel with us for years.
i tried to walkaway from the boundaries you’ve made every step i take in the lights was returned as the shade finally i escaped away but couldn’t erase my head
नेपाली
कतै रातो लगाईदिए त कतै निलो अनि रंगीचंगी धोई पुछी बगाइदिउला तर जाला र यो अन्तरंगि
गोरेटोमा हितैसी ति अज्ञात साथी संघ हरू मेटिदैन पोतिएका यि होलीका रंगहरू
日本語
遠い青空で遊んでいる鳥たちへ 私も群れに加わらせてくれないか 宇宙の上で笑っている空よ どうか青空のままでいてね
Writing across three languages — English, Nepali, and Japanese — collected from notebooks and late nights. Poems and free writing. Some from years ago, some recent. Language shapes what can be said. These try to say it anyway.
These cards are styled after lokta kagaj — handmade Nepali paper crafted from the bark of the Daphne plant, grown in the Himalayas. Lokta has been made in Nepal for over a thousand years: rough at the edges, textured, warm. It holds ink differently than other paper. It feels like it was made to carry something personal. That felt right for this page.