Happy Tantra Diwash

सभ्यता र विकासको सदकमा आज
विस्मृतिका गाडीहरू हुकिएका देख्छु
सपनामा देखाईएका सुन्दर बगैँचा आज
कालो धुंवाले घेरिएको पाउछु
ठल्ठुला श्वरमा जोड जोडले चिच्याइएका
टोल टोल वस्ति वस्तिमा गुन्जाइएका
कहिले लोकतन्त्र कहिले प्रजातन्त्र
कहिले जनतन्त्र  कहिले गणतन्त्र
नामका अमृत वचनहरू आज सम्झिन्छु
सम्झनाको हरेक प्रहारसगं आत्तिन्छु
आत्तिन्छु म सोच्दै "के मैलेभाषाको अर्थ नबुझेकै हुँ त?"
"कुनै तिर्सनामा मैले गलत व्याख्या पो गरेको छुँ त?"

यदि हैन भने
किन स्वतन्त्रताको जन्जालमा अल्झिएको पाउछु?
किन सुक्दै छन् तिर्खाहरु
किन डबिन्दैछन् पाइलाहरु
किन म आफै देखि भाग्न बाध्य छु?
किन यति धेरै प्रश्ण छन् वरिपरि?
तन्त्रै तन्त्रको मन्त्र उच्चारहणले गुन्जायमान
भड्रगोल भई फात्तिएको छ किन यो सडक

यदि हो भने
धिक्कार छ सबलाई
यत्र तत्र छरिएका सपनाहरु
अझै तन्त्रैतन्त्रमा रुमलिएका आशाहरु
मलाई अनि तिमीलाई जसले तन्त्रहरु
कैयौँ जन्माए
तर मृत जन्माए।

They whine and cry-
"This country is going to the dogs."
They complaint and protest-
"Down with this corrupt government."
They crib and blame-
"Pull down those lazy thieving *******."

But when it's time, on Election day
They take the day off, they holiday
The Whining Losers, they say -
"Ah, let a few Morons go and vote
I am above politics,
What matter's it to me."

Dare you not raise another finger,
Dare you not whine and complaint.
You're not a part of democracy.
You're what this country bears in vain.

So, what if I told you
reality is the dream.
Are you prepared for the
                                         NIGHTMARE?
Do you want to wake up?
Yes, the key is to open your mind and wake up and become one of the socially conscious higher ups in the anarchy we call
Society,
But with great power comes great responsibility.
Honestly, do you believe in the prophecy that our generation can
RISE THROUGH ADVERSITY
Become the masterpiece that God envisioned when he created this tapestry of writers and athletes?
Actually, better yet
Do you believe in the ghost of the past that rest uncomfortably in it's sanctuary?
Are we the Golden Age or are we gilded
We're livid, vivid, driven toward a goal that looks more like a sign telling us we're going the wrong way.
A wicked testimony.
So we're faced with these two options
To wake up or remain dormant
To be a pawn or be a king
To live on our knees or die on our feet
And I don't blame you if you choose eternal slumber
Because we all love to sleep and it's ironic because that's what we look forward to to during each and every day we spend in this dream --
I mean, reality
But, if you choose to lay off the benadryl and take a dose of this "real world"
You may find that missing key you've been looking for.
Or, the glass can be empty and you find nothing but misery and insomnia.
Again, the choice is yours and even if it may SCARE you
Dying on your feet means you learned to walk.
Isn't that the first thing we learn to do?
So maybe our parents actually taught a life lesson
(to our extreme disbelief)
And do know a thing or two
But still, we are the iPhone generation
And they have no clue how to tweet anti government conspiracies and
scroll for hours on tumblr
So what do they know
For all we know they may still be asleep and in the same cheap hotel room as us
So is there to trust
When we dream of gamemasters loving torturing the lower classes and pitting them against each other in death matches?!
Take this match and spark the cowards
Bring light to the revolution and set ablaze the darkening towers
Let's have lucid dreams and rebuild the democracy
Dreams and reality become synonymous and merge into each other to form a new entity and we shall call it
**GOD? YOUR MASTERPIECE!