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Immensely pleased to announce that FACES WITHOUT TRACES ,my English version of Choicest Nepali  poems of Reputed Poet Birbhadra Karkidholi has been inaugurated By Honurable Chief Minister, Sh Prem Simgh Tamang of Sikkim , on 15/11/2025 in a grand function in Sikkim   FACES WITHOUT TRACES PRELUSION  BY RAJNI CHHABRA Birbhadra karkidholi , a reputed multi-lingual poet, story writer and a successful editor, is a powerful signature in the literary world, not only of Sikkim, but on global level. Shabad Ra Mn and 'Samadhi Akkshaharu' originally composed by him in Nepali, are translated into English by me, based on Hindi translation provided by reputed Poet and translator from Sikkim, Khadagraj Giri and in this Anthology, trans-version of choicest poems from his Hindi Poetry Book 'Is Shahar Mein Tujhe Yaad krke' is also included. This Anthology is a humble effort to render him wider opening to reach integral part of world literature.   I thank my stars that I chanced to mee...

  4. TELEPATHY, STAGE AND BACKSTAGE Whom to trust Stage or backstage? All the articles of backstage Become visible That are treated it as invisible on stage But, stage too is cremation ground of truth Tears shed on stage are pretentious  And, stage is the most fertile land of Duality One holding bouquet of flowers on stage Was sharpening edges of knife backstage One acting as jester on stage Was crying bitterly backstage The dancer with eccentric gaze Was having fiery eyes backstage And the announcer had been abusing  Vulgarly backstage  How much disparity prevails In external and internal craft It is as challenging to  Interpret thicket growing internally  To decipher a face scribbled with diplomacy As it is to know location of the East From killers of the dawn There might have been an era  When, stages had no need of back stages When double standards had not existed in life. With the passage of time, In the pretention of civilization Someone might ha...

  5. HOW CAN BE IT DEFINED? ************************* What is it That links us. Wetness of flour is never definite Perhaps there are techniques of mending it Even after flour getting wet. This moonlight had once diffused in Pitch black nights I am still bathing in it  And you, too. Pale grass, peeping out of stones On receiving a bit of wind and azure Turns lush green ।I am aghast at daring attitude of rivers In extremely narrow and curved routes Their flow becomes even faster And, then, while merging into sea  Just observe how their arms are stretched Gone are the days  When stones tested love Since then, enough water has flown in rivers  Presently, for examining an established love  Time tries hand at new tactics. Often time challenges love In my neighbourhood,  Emptying canisters of kitchen Beats these Often, he fondly invites love Showing a piece of romantic moments Around which he has spread A net composed of tears At times,  allures and make...

 .सबसे ज्यादा संक्रामक  ------------------------------ सबसे ज़्यादा संक्रामक क्या है ? क्षय रोग के जीवाणु ! ज़ुकाम के विषाणु ? या फिर एड्स के विषाणु ?  शायद इनमें से कोई नहीं क्योंकि इनका मन और मूल्य में संक्रमण नहीं होता मैं डरता हूं तो उस उजले विषाणु से जो हर जवान होती कोशिका पर  नज़रें गड़ाए रहता है । इसका संक्रमण ऐसे होता है जैसे घुसता है बाढ़ का पानी गांव में, रात के अंधेरे में । यह ऐसे चाल देता है आदमी को जैसे सीलन भुरभुरी बना देती है दीवार को और ज़ंग खा जाती है लोहे को । लेकिन ताज़्जुब तो यह है कि इसका संक्रमण होते ही  दिमाग़ की कोशिकाएं हो जाती हैं शातिर  और दिल की कोशिकाएं कठोर । शब्द दोमुंहे हो जाते हैं और दृष्टि उजले रंग के प्रति वर्णान्ध । आंखों का पानी सूखने लगता है और पुतलियों में छा जाती है हवस । भीड़ को देखते ही उल्टियां शुरू हो जाती हैं जिनमें होते हैं नीति,आदर्शों और आश्वासनों के थक्के। हां , यह संक्रमण किस सीमा तक हुआ है यह जानने के लिए  एक जूँ पकड़कर संक्रमित कानों पर रखिए और गला फाड़कर चिल्लाइए मेरा विश्वास है कि  वह टस से मस ...

1. PEOPLE WERE DROWNING ************************** People were drowning Just slogans of saving them Could not fetch them to bank People were in a state of shock. Just assurance of saving them Could not save their life. People were dwelling in dark Dream of fetching light  Could not turn into reality. Several persons are poking fun of them But, who will intimate them Several people are shedding tears On their laughter. Since long, I have moved on To flush colors in flowers for him But, observing my helplessness He spoke out his heart to me  " You move away from here  So that breeze of new spring flows." ORIGINAL POEM IN HINDI: AKHILESH JAISWAL      @TRANSLATION BY  RAJNI CHHABRA

I HAVE TO KEEP MOVING ************************ Their feet are not composed of  Bones and flesh, Neither any blood circulates in them  Nor they gain their existence  From any thick skin Still, while opening their feet at night They look at these with deep longing, Caress these, Even press these a little, They feel that  After carrying their burden The entire day These too, might have tired And these too, need to relax These, too, need a power nap. They show their love towards these By addressing as companion And at other times address as  Having closeness of breath. With the same intense sincerity  They tie laces of their shoes And with equal fondness Shine them by polishing. These are the feet That carry burden of  Their wounded aspirations, These infuse with self-confidence  Their stagnant life Fill their dumbly present sitting on borderline  With future moving ahead with time. These are the feet winged with Wings of their aspirations. They ...