Beyond the horizon they say

Beyond the mountain they say Lies a valley full of happiness And I wonder why it is That they say but never go Beyond the ocean they say Is an island made of gold But I’ve seen people come ashore With less than a breadcrumb to their name Beyond the skin they say Lies the… Continue reading Beyond the horizon they say

I’m writing a story

I am writing a story, and it goes like this. The protagonist – me – is sitting with a girl on the floor in the corner of the room all curled up because of the cold. We’re having a conversation on things that might seem irrelevant to a passer by. We smile and laugh and… Continue reading I’m writing a story

Patriotism: The Nepali Way

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

Untitled (as love always is)

When I told you that I’d been in love with you since 5 months, I imagined you reacting in different ways in my head. I had had all sorts of reactions before and I believed I could handle it. When I told you that I’d been in love with you since 5 months, I imagined… Continue reading Untitled (as love always is)

Childhood memories: 3. Of many thoughts in one

Until a few years ago, I was one of those kids who used to frequently do favors for other classmates. This included, sometimes, doing their homework.  I never knew why I did it because I never got recognition and only a few thanked me for doing it. I wasn’t paid and moved closer to being… Continue reading Childhood memories: 3. Of many thoughts in one

Dear Heart

Dear heart; I want a favor again, Tell me what you desire. And although I know my credit’s bad I will try my best to repay. I know of the past deal we had; ‘Twas about a year ago I think, Where I promised you the girl of my dreams If you just kept me… Continue reading Dear Heart

Why I write

wrote this when two years ago when a friend questioned why I wrote?  

Let him go!

Let him go my dear; he’s not worth your time. He treats you worse than he treats his wine. Let him go my dear; I can say from your scars – that he takes pleasuring himself way too far. Let him go my dear; you’ve shed too many tears. You claim to be in love,… Continue reading Let him go!

My Love

My love, you see, if you were not occupied There would be no reason for my love to hide Although my love for you seems to be crystal clear The present circumstances do not favor us, I fear And everyday we talk to each other with a friendly face And everyday I’m dying to disappear… Continue reading My Love