love

You taught me to smile
You taught me to weep.
These tears are the calls of my heart,
Heed them not
Nay,nay,let them flow
If they would like to sow
Your love in my heart forever!

Is it my mistake or that of language?

Confusion!

Slowly,serenely and sinfully fluttered the wings of time in the blue blissful bosom of the cosmic vacuum ;the eternal heaven.Utter utter uneasiness uttered my unspoken utterances . Yes, with the same pace of the relative space and time.

Upside down rolled everything when incoherent ideas manifested gripped out of the thought box. And THEY coded me a useless scribbler-a complex web weaver of nonsense ideas.Yes my notions are inexplicable to them just because no language can seal or expose exactly what you think.Is it my mistake or that of language?

No Worry

There is sense in senselessness.
There is meaning in meaninglessness.
There is cosmos in the chaos!
Why worry, there is everything in your nothing.

Wisdom

Darkness escapes on the approach of light; therefore it has never seen light. Glow your wisdom so much that ignorance dreads to approach you!

Loss

Loss of wealth leaves you dismayed. Loss of someone near and dear leaves on you an irreparable grief, yet you are bound to come down the height of grief and lead a normal life. Above all, loss of belief from someone that you have securely locked in the coziest chamber of your heart leaves you in the state of incurable agony that haunts you throughout your life and you get suspended between life and life-in-death!

Dew drops

Like the dew drops dropped at dawn downpoured the diamond drops from the deep dale-chasm of your eyes, where they have been collected for years but remained trapped for the want of an outlet after ascending up the heart inflicted with agonies amalgamated from stern stresses stored , yet unsprouted and unsplashed , seeking your burst of groans and moans ,deserting me at the state of strangled splits endeavouring to eschew the eschew the ecstasy of aesthetic renunciation, oriented to all the worldly denunciation at the wake of self-actualization.

Our Nepal, Our Buddha

Never get tired of barking on "Nationality patriotism and sovereignty of the country through participatory democracy " such are our shameless leaders of all political parties that bend down before the bullying nature of our (un)friendly neighbor ,who perform a naked dance of falsehood by barking "Buddha was born in India."
Shame on you if you cannot raise voice against injustice!!