You might see me as an injured person from afar. You might get worried because of the blood and the bandages everywhere. But Do not ask me to open my bandages just because you are a little curious to what is inside. Trust me when I tell you that your curiosity will end in a… Continue reading Don’t tell me.. (Incomplete)
Ever since I was a child, I was told that I was very lucky to be citizen of my country. I was told that my pride for my country should be the greatest and that I should hold my patriotism close to my heart. It was like they wanted to inject patriotism in our blood… Continue reading Patriotism: The Nepali Way
“She loves me not”, Said the last flower petal – That I subconsciously tore through In her sweet memory. “She loves me so”, Said the old Indian song – That I tend to hear every day these days In her sweet memory. “She loves me not”, Say my very close friends. They tell me that… Continue reading She loves me?
Cheers for a day of sadness, that felt forever lain beside you; Cheers for the gloomy evenings, that worked so hard to divide you. Cheers for the muddled smile on faces, that forced you to look inside; Cheers for times you felt so desperate, that your feelings you couldn’t hide. Cheers for all all the… Continue reading Cheers
I dream of a world made of chocolates and cake Where there would be no hunger And people can eat their fill anytime they wanted I dream of a world where science triumphs Where one believes in oneself Rather than an imaginary deity of some sort I dream of a world where true love wins… Continue reading I Dream
Please tell me, Why am I not worried when The world around me is filled with blood stains? When people do wrong for personal gains; When only a hint of human morality remains. Why is it that I do not feel like crying? When so many people around me are dying; When I see people… Continue reading Why am I not worried?
As I sit here and ponder – At how many-a-relationships Are destroyed because of fear; And at the number of relationships that exist because of them. How each of our life’s moments – So much depend on how we feel. I can’t just help myself To ask myself why we let emotions drive our life… Continue reading Fear and relationships
I need to stop writing At least someone thinks so. And she wants it to be soon For reasons I don’t know. Maybe she hasn’t understood What writing is for me. Maybe she doesn’t really know How it makes me feel free Maybe she sees my writings as A tool I use to mock her.… Continue reading I need to stop writing
Comparing you to a prostitute would be an insult to prostitution itself For, from what I have seen They lay with a stranger for money or pleasure While you do it just to manipulate So, tell me fair woman What should I name you?