Pokhara Eye

04/09/2026

The revised version
( The poetry unfolds when Lord Shiva enters Panchase with the co**se of Mata Sati, how the mighty fell that day in the arms of Panchase and how the Rudra Tandav changed into Ghatu)

Homage to all the Ghats, their keepers and the poet who sang the first Ghatu, there is a way to dance even in your grief and loss. When Mother Earth fine tunes five senses into madal even the supreme gets hypnotized. This is the Ghatu of the right hand left by the lover. To my mother Pancha whose name the Lekh carries.)

Road to Panchase: Pancha Aama Ghatu

Darling you are my acheta
shining in my aura
circling the crown of love

Darling you are my dhoop
perfuming my imagination
dancing like carefree clouds

Darling you are my ghanti
hypnotizing with sonnets of reverence
playing the tune of ecstasy

There is a Lekh who
refused to be a Himalaya
There is a Paras Buti
formed to nurse a story of Maya
There is a heart
which hides the Astra of love
The only worthwhile Trishul
The gods forgot to strive

Once a lover came to Panchase
Once a begone beloved fated her lover to Panchase
Once destiny sliced a lover with the most blunt Sirupathe

Once a lover found his bed cold and loveless
Once a dancer wore a payal of grief and rage
Once an emissary believed he was an author of death

Once all the pain of the universe was poured in a heart
Once the universe sealed its doom in a beating heart
Once a weary advocate burned herself leaving her unsung art

This time the Ardhanarishvara was torn on the middle
This time the Nilkantha was consumed in heartbreak stung like a nettle
This time the Mahadeva found all his accolades brittle

This time the Adiyogi lost faith in his wisdom
This time the Trilokpati lost the crescent moon in his kingdom
This time the Pasupati was slaughtered by the trials of Homosapiens

This time the boy is not riding Nandi
This time the mala is not Vasuki
This time the Tandav of the Nataraja is all about a girl , the dancer missing the circle unlike Ghatusari

Chorus
How can a boy fall for a girl like this
How can a girl fall for a boy like this
———-

Khoro bisi Himchuli
There is a lost dancer dancing on the floor
Khoro bisi Barchali
There is a lahure carrying a naso on the door
Khoro bisi Deuchuli
There is a parma to bring a lover to this shore

Chorus
When you fall like this
Please don’t dance like this
….tuning….

माया तिमी मेरो पूजाको थाली
तिमी बिना पायिन मेरो भारी बिसाऊने चौतारी

- Memoirs of Panchase
- Stories of my Ancestors

08/08/2026

The Tales of Panchase : Laliguras Saranam Gacchami

Thus have I heard on one occasion when the lord was dwelling in Panchase. The Purnima hugging little bit tight, the nib next to the empty bed of the begone Lord, the rhythm of the shine helium me, the secret note lay exposed without the owner, it was one of those pink moon night, it was one of those once in a Laliguras night, the Chameli from the garden throwing her Sastriya, the Sunakhari from the yard churning the air, the silhouette of the sleeping lord with cosmic dipping smile hitting hard from the retina, that was the day I witnessed what can be written, the night my breath chose my hand instead of my mouth. The curve of the kapuri क, the roller coaster ride down the elephant of था, the moment Kuber burned his riches the pendulum swinging higher next time. Sunne lai sun ko mala, bhanne lai ful ko mala, tara yo katha baikuntha vitra luke ko katha, bhanne belama mukh samma naaula. There are treasures in the universe but this one breaks the imaginary facade of your mind, this one shoots breaking the rim of your mind.

…….running
- Memoirs of Panchase
- Stories of my Ancestors

14/07/2026

Tales of Panchase:
Lekh Cutter Sutta

Thus have I heard in one occasion
Thus have I seen in one occasion
When the Lord was dwelling in Panchase
When the Lord was Nirvana glazed in Panchase
The lord with Laliguras tucked in the ear
The lord still desiring a lotus to tuck in the other ear
The extent our Lord go
The furthest Chholo our Lord throw
There are knots tied in the head
There are Barkhe Bhels who are never late
One can hardly call this a Sutta
One stumbles, rarely to this kind of Sutta
The magic is not to say it
The Bhakti is to spell it
There were times when Methewa had his days
There were times when I was shattered by Methewa’s grace
And the holy is only I write
And only in his aurora I sail my kite

…….running
- Memoirs of Panchase
- Stories of my Ancestors

04/07/2026

The Tales of Panchase : Laliguras Saranam Gacchami

Thus have I heard in one occasion when the lord was dwelling in Panchase. The Purnima hugging little bit tight, the nib next to the empty bed of the begone Lord, the rhythm of the shine helium me the secret note lay exposed without the owner, it was one of those pink moon night, it was one of those once in a Laliguras night, the Chameli from the garden throwing her Sastriya, the Sunakhari from the yard churning the air, the silhouette of the sleeping lord with cosmic dipping smile hitting hard from retina, that was the day I witnessed what can be written, the night my breath chose my hand instead of my mouth. The curve of the kapuri क, the roller coaster ride down the elephant of था, the moment Kuber burned his riches the pendulum swinging higher next time.

…….running
- Memoirs of Panchase
- Stories of my Ancestors

08/06/2026

The Tales of Panchase : Laliguras Saranam Gacchami

Thus have I heard in one occasion when the lord was dwelling in Panchase. The Purnima hugging little bit tight, the nib next to the empty bed of the begone Lord, the rhythm of the shine helium me the secret note lay exposed without the owner, that was the day I witnessed what can be written, the night my breath chose my hand instead of my mouth.

…….running
- Memoirs of Panchase
- Stories of my Ancestors

12/05/2026

16/03/2026

Road to Panchase: Pancha Aama Ghatu

Darling you are my acheta
shining in my aura
circling the crown of love

Darling you are my dhoop
perfuming my imagination
dancing like carefree clouds

Darling you are my ghanti
hypnotizing with sonnets of reverence
playing the tune of ecstasy

There is a Lekh who
refused to be a Himalaya
There is a Paras Buti
formed to nurse a story of Maya
There is a heart
which hides the Astra of love
The only worthwhile Trishul
The gods forgot to strive

Once a lover came to Panchase
Once a begone beloved fated her lover to Panchase
Once destiny sliced a lover with the most blunt Sirupathe

Once a lover found his bed cold and loveless
Once a dancer wore a payal of grief and rage
Once an emissary believed he was an author of death

Once all the pain of the universe was poured in a heart
Once the universe sealed its doom in a beating heart
Once a weary advocate burned herself leaving her unsung art

Chorus
How can a boy fall for a girl like this
How can a girl fall for a boy like this

This time the Ardhanarishvara was torn on the middle
This time the Nilkantha was consumed in heartbreak stung like a nettle
This time the Mahadeva found all his accolades brittle

This time the Adiyogi lost faith in his wisdom
This time the Trilokpati lost the crescent moon in his kingdom
This time the Pasupati was slaughtered by the trials of Homosapiens

This time the boy is not riding Nandi
This time the mala is not Vasuki
This time the Tandav of the Nataraja is all about a girl , the dance missing the circle unlike Ghatusari

Chorus
How can a boy fall for a girl like this
How can a girl fall for a boy like this
When you fall like this
Please don’t dance like this
….tuning….

माया तिमी मेरो पूजाको थाली
तिमी बिना पायिन मेरो भारी बिसाऊने चौतारी

- Memoirs of Panchase
- Stories of my Ancestors

14/03/2026

The revised version
( The unfinished poetry unfolds when Lord Shiva enters Panchase with the co**se of Mata Sati, how the mighty fell that day in the arms of Panchase and how the Rudra Tandav changed into Ghatu)

Homage to all the Ghats, their keepers and the poet who wrote the first Ghatu, there is a way to dance even in your grief and loss. When Mother Earth fine tunes five senses into murali even the supreme gets hypnotized. This is the Ghatu of the right hand left by the lover.

Road to Panchase: Pancha Aama Ghatu

Darling you are my acheta
shining in my aura
circling the crown of love

Darling you are my dhoop
perfuming my imagination
dancing like carefree clouds

Darling you are my ghanti
hypnotizing with sonnets of reverence
playing the tune of ecstasy

There is a Lekh who
refused to be a Himalaya
There is a Paras Buti
formed to nurse a story of Maya
There is a heart
which hides the Astra of love
The only worthwhile Trishul
The gods forgot to strive

Once a lover came to Panchase
Once a begone beloved fated her lover to Panchase
Once destiny sliced a lover with the most blunt Sirupathe

Once a lover found his bed cold and loveless
Once a dancer wore a payal of grief and rage
Once an emissary believed he was an author of death

Once all the pain of the universe was poured in a heart
Once the universe sealed its doom in a beating heart
Once a weary advocate burned herself leaving her unsung art

Chorus
How can a boy fall for a girl like this
How can a girl fall for a boy like this

This time the Ardhanarishvara was torn on the middle
This time the Nilkantha was consumed in heartbreak stung like a nettle
This time the Mahadeva found all his accolades brittle

This time the Adiyogi lost faith in his wisdom
This time the Trilokpati lost the crescent moon in his kingdom
This time the Pasupati was slaughtered by the trials of Homosapiens

This time the boy is not riding Nandi
This time the mala is not Vasuki
This time the Tandav of the Nataraja is all about a girl , the dance missing the circle unlike Ghatusari

Chorus
How can a boy fall for a girl like this
How can a girl fall for a boy like this
When you fall like this
Please don’t dance like this
….tuning….

माया तिमी मेरो पूजाको थाली
तिमी बिना पायिन मेरो भारी बिसाऊने चौतारी

- Memoirs of Panchase
- Stories of my Ancestors

23/02/2026

( The unfinished poetry unfolds when Lord Shiva enters Panchase with the co**se of Mata Sati, how the mighty fell that day in the arms of Panchase and how the Rudra Tandav changed into Ghatu)

Homage to all the Ghats, their keepers and the poet who wrote the first Ghatu, there is a way to dance even in your grief and loss. When Mother Earth fine tunes five senses into murali even the supreme gets hypnotized. This is the Ghatu of the right hand left by the lover.

Road to Panchase: Pancha Aama Ghatu

Darling you are my acheta
shining in my aura
circling the crown of love

Darling you are my dhoop
perfuming my imagination
dancing like carefree clouds

Darling you are my ghanti
hypnotizing with sonnets of reverence
playing the tune of ecstasy

There is a Lekh who
refused to be a Himalaya
There is a Paras Buti
formed to nurse a story of Maya
There is a heart
which hides the Astra of love
The only worthwhile Trishul
The gods forgot to strive

Once a lover came to Panchase
Once a begone beloved fated her lover to Panchase
Once destiny sliced a lover with the most blunt Sirupathe

Once a lover found his bed cold and loveless
Once a dancer wore a payal of grief and rage
Once an emissary believed he was an author of death

Once all the pain of the universe was poured in a heart
Once the universe sealed its doom in a beating heart
Once a weary advocate burned herself leaving her unsung art

Chorus
How can a boy fall for a girl like this
How can a girl fall for a boy like this

This time the Ardhanarishvara was torn on the middle
This time the Nilkantha was consumed in heartbreak stung like a nettle
This time the Mahadeva found all his accolades brittle

This time the Adiyogi lost faith in his wisdom
This time the Trilokpati lost the crescent moon in his kingdom
This time the Pasupati was slaughtered by the trials of Homosapiens

Chorus
When you fall like that
Please don’t dance like that
….tuning….

माया तिमी मेरो पूजाको थाली
तिमी बिना पायिन मेरो भारी बिसाऊने चौतारी

- Memoirs of Panchase

03/02/2026

Ode To Mero Pokhara

I am that monsoon
who likes to dance in the storm
I am that Guras
who likes to flower in your world
I am that junkiri
who guides the lost soul
I am that trance
when a jogi finally meets home
I am that nach
when a ghatusari weaves her final knot
I am that midwife
where Himalayas give birth

…… tuning

- Memoirs of Panchase
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