सरस्वती माता



                      ॐ श्री गणेशाय नम ॐ

स – सदा सदा शब्दको आशिर्बाद रहिरहोस ,

र – रात्री होस् या दिनहुँ होस् ,

स्  – स्वरमा होस् या आवाजमा,

व- वर र पर, तिम्रै महिमा ,

ती – तीरले झैँ ताकी सधैँ लेख्न सकू,


सरस्वती माता,

भाषा यो होस् या त्यो ,

बिषय संसार होस् या जीवन ,

दुख होस् या सुख ,

शब्दको बाहार तिमी मात्र  एक प्रमुख !

मेरा सबै शब्दहरुमा, मेरा सबै बिषयहरुमा,

हावा बनी साथ दिनुहोला ,

मेरा शब्दहरुले त्यो हावालाई हरेक स्वास – प्रसासमा  राख्न सकोस् ,

र मेरा बिषयहरुले त्यो हावालाई लिई बाच्न  सकोस् ,

सरस्वती माता,

तिमी मात्रै हौ यी सबै सबै शब्दहरुको मूल दाता !!!





Dreams Uploaded

The smiling tears

The happy ache,

Winter with warmth,

Summer with sun,

Hands with hands,

Love, love and love,

Life of fun,

Heart gets pounded,

Greenary surrounded,

Sadness grounded,

Happiness founded!
Dreams downloaded,

Smile fake tears,

Pain gain vain,

Limitations unlimited,

Life, love fixated,

Season cloudy gloomy,

Rush mess fuss,

Showy fancy unreal,

Heart cold feel,

But However Nevertheless,

Run ruin Race,

Pretend Act Face,

Allowed with Grace!

Till Five


Till five the eyes are closed

Before that it is open 

Open till each circle

The stick makes,

But sometime the eye fakes,

And shakes, takes rest,

Sometime the body takes,

A heap of lovely baked cakes,

But sometime the brain just makes,

Unusual stuffs that just bluffs,

Sometime the whole being feels like a Parvenu

Placed, attached, glued

In a very wrong venue,

But all the time, through out past, present and future…

The venue was self chosen,

The venue is right since the beginning

So many lives it is sustaining

And the question arises…

Now, the self not chosen or imposed,

The venue and the self not proportional…

Both are negtively un-dimensional

Suddenly, it is Five thirty…

The eyes are open,

The venue and the self disappeared,

Then, I wake up accepting there is not a single thing to be feared!

Nature’s Call


To read and to write,

Definitely, not a basic need,

But to know the human side,

So intricate and yet delicate,

Need becomes indebted to creative seed,

To eat and to drink,

Definitely, a basic need,

But to live a blissful life,

One’s heart must learn to suffice,

When comes a time of happiness,

One must learn to share the space,

And to cry or to laugh ,

Shake hands that are soft as well as tough,

There’s so much to take,

Even when one’s life is at stake,

Difficult to make us awake,

We, only know how to fake,

Love manufactured in our human hearts,

We are the only ones,

Responsible for fortune cookies to bake,

And make the rotten humanity a Happy Cake!
Most intelligent of All,

With computers and buildings high and tall,

We’ve exceeded beyond the Great Fall,

Living in a bubble, Assumptions of mother earth as party hall,

The forgotten fear, the limited wall,

One must open eyes,

Hours later the party ends,

The hall to be emptied with sudden Nature’s Call!!!



Could any of eveything be alright?

Will ever this life be normal?

Could the tears stop?

Will the smiles return?
For the first time, I feel there is nothing to write,

My words are faded, my words are crying,

I look at the ceiling, and in the seconds time I could be crushed under it,
They say, the plates are shaking,

But hearts are shaking, Lives are shaking…

If this shake could ever change to a delightful dance,

May be, From this May mother Earth trying to give us a last chance…

A chance to be humane, 

A chance to learn to respect,

A chance to be kind,

A chance to give, 

A chance to live and let live,

A chance to rise above,

A chance to Love!
Houses are just dust and broken bricks,

Temples are just a place to mourn,

Now, at this time, exactly this second,

A numb feeling exists in everyone’s hearts,

And I wonder why would people create bomb bards,

In a world, where nature’s bombs are ready to lunch, ready to hunt…

Foolishness prevails, thar’s why we wail!
Death awaits everyone,

May be now, he is also tired, tired of himself,

Earth awakes everyone,

Certainly, she is angry now,

Death must follow Earth’s rule,

Untill she is rested and cool!
No one is to blame here,

Nothing but just to Fear,

Fear the amalgamation called Dearth!


May has returned, sweet sweet May…
Flowers have returned
Smiles have returned 
Peace has returned
Taken back by the beauty of yours
This world is now whirling,

Oh love has returned 
Cute cries and small hapinness,
Everything pretty things have returned,
May… What have you summoned?

The only thing is, the only fate is, the only tragic plight of us is…
They all have returned 
Not to us 
To a happy place
Not here 
Not a happy place anymore,
They have returned far away…
With no signs not even like stars and moon…

Leaving us with nothing but only…
Fears and Tears!!!

In Hamlet’s Helmet


In the heavens or in the space

A place between the lines,

Neither can go back

Nor can go ahead

Stuck, Just stuck in Hamlet’s Helmet…

May be the God with the Flute can answer,

May be the God with the Cross can reply,

May be the God with the moon and the stars…

The situation is such

I never wanted to indulge

To be or not to be , To do or not to do…

My being and my doing in halt…

My decision will surely not build a cult..


Day by Day I think of same thing…

And day by day I tend to forget it

My Denial at first caused me this

My refusal built this abyss!

Hamlet had to kill, Revenge to be fulfilled,

My situation is such

I kill myself day by day,

And yet I tend to live…

Two sides one side to choose

Another option is the other to lose,

Love and life walk hand in hand,

But sometimes forced to choose between Water and Land…

Like the mini lamp is covering the darkness,

Under which I am sketching my lines,

I have hopes to have both sides,

Happiness in both hands,

Love in both eyes,

Life in both body and soul.

Hamlet had to scheme and conspire,

My situation is such,

Its deem and I just want to inspire,

To get out of the coming excruciating pain,

Bu the problem is I let it out only through my pen,

My mind mumbles too much

And my brain blabbering so much…

People are stuck,

Trapped between choices,

Choices all necessities,

Choices all needs,

The one who can select from the needs,

Can be freed, from the initial to last deed,

But when you are trapped between the Voices,

Voices in your head,

The mind of Hamlet starts to beat,

Voices lingering amidst this or that…

Thinking too  much makes my wrinkles fat…

Voices of choices leave me nowhere but in Hamlet’s Hat!!!

No murder in my story,

Only it is a flop plot,

Audience are left just feeling sorry,

The future is Uncertain,

But the consequence sure to be a Burden,

Hamlet knew he had to assassinate,

The delay was definitely made,

Sadistic characters beginning to fade,

The God of souls slowly opening the Death Gate,

He knew rebels are not born without a Long Wait ,

Hamlet was holding back,

Just to pick up the Right Date!!!

The most frightening fact is Time,

It kills itself every time,

And time is the thing I don’t have,

To choose between, To stand to one side,

My Benignity versus My Dignity,

I am fading as I try to find a treaty,

Hamlet had to act, Act upon an event,

I have to act, Act upon a horrid future,

Hamlet had to sacrifice astonishing facts,

I have to sacrifice to repair the relations,

Hamlet had to obtain the Death Bed,

I too shall be in the same fate,

But for  now,

I am terribly stuck wearing Hamlet’s Helmet!!!



Escape into the flames of love,

Be gone and lost in paradise,

Open arms and free eyes,

Hair flowing in sea motion,

Like the water or more like Jellyfish,

Sunny Sunflowers blowing in the wind,

Circle this world round and round,

Was, is and will be my only wish,


While I dance and surround,

With a whitish pink dress making me flawless all around,

Black paint over my eyelids,

Pink cheeks and red rosy lips,

Daisy hugging me as my necklace,

All this and a smily glow comes to my face,

While I dance and rest at a green ground

I feel fresh shade over me,

I open my eyes and see,

See real Deep,

Like I promised to keep,

This glimpse more than a day,

More than uncountable,

March, April And May,

And suddenly during April you lay,

And suddenly during May I say,

And suddenly during March,

Together we stay,

In a way no one, nothing and anything could take away,

Our togetherness, Our world, and Our love,

This is undeniably hearty exclusively especial to us,

More than anything else above,

And we begin our real Escape,

Escape into the heaven of Love,

Sweeter than pineapples and grapes,

Beautiful than floating Dove,

We see the sun, the moon and the stars,

We see the world and someday also Mars!!!

My Selfless Problem


How could I have let down my life…?

I circle around the same ring; I circle around the same road

They say each day is a blessing, they say each day is something beautiful…

Well, life in such statements is just Statements!!!

My heart knows to love; my mind knows to think,

My nerves and veins are all in right places…

I am normal, a normal girl with continuous fall…

Yet there is no contradiction, there is no greed, there is no evil…

My life just does not know how to link…

Link to happiness link to perfection…

I have dealt with the death of my loved ones; I have dealt with drought…

And I have felt like Shit that melt…

The continuous torture of fear

The continuous torture of what if

My fingers only move to write…

Then to do the others they are depressed…

It’s not that I am in Lack, lack of love…

Love is there and for now that’s all I care…

But yet I think of so many things that saddens me,

But yet I think of so many laughs that brightens me,

But yet I think of so many tears that showers me,

But yet I think of so many kisses that slackens me,

Only few things I care, only simple happy ending I desire

Not for me…Not for my happiness…

It is a Selfless problem with me…

There is no send and receive…

There is no give or take…

There is no come and go…

There is no an eye for an eye…

I always tend to send, I always tend to give….

I always tend to forgive…

And the times when there is nothing to give…

No gifts to send…

No places to go…

No philosophies to comfort…

No words to write…

My life feels to descend…

Only few people I care

Only few lives I share…

And I find my lack in life…

That few things I could not do

Few things I could not say…

Few smiles that could thank

Few words that could not spell sorry

For those few I deeply worry!

To Lord Ganesha: The Mornings Gets Best With You!



Religion is a vast term. I may not be the right person to answer to the question, what is Religion? and what are your takes on it? Because I have never thought of Religion as something to have your takes on or your perspectives. But A religious person, I would call my self because even though I don’t do complete ceremonial “Worshiping”, I sit in front of the statue of Lord Ganesha and I genuinely pray. I sing the Ganesha Arati (Prayer song). The early morning might be lazy  but the only thing that refreshes me is the sound of the prayer song that goes straight to my ear and to my heart and as I close my eyes… I could feel all the negative vibes going out and all I can see is the concentration that I can put into finding the purest part of my soul through the prayer song.The song might be only a praise to Lord Ganesha if you just listen it as any other song…but as I go deep each day listening and really listening to the songs…the words are so pure and rhythmic…the words are the best examples of the best poems…It feels like you are falling into the depths of meaning and slowing grasping the meaning of it all. Its like when you read any philosophy and then re- read again and then re-read again and you feel slowly you are connecting yourself with the Philosopher step by step.

Lord Ganesha- symbol of so many purest things in the world and good luck, for me he is also a Great Philosopher, and each day I get insights from him, I realize the happiness embedded in all the sadness we superficially see in the world, I connect to the world beyond myself and feel enlivened each day. I guess that is all, all the Philosophies in the world that have ever existed tried to say, Life, death,  happiness, and sadness in all its complicated or simple ways. The simple prayer song makes me philosophical each morning and teaches me lessons that embroider my view on life in even more beautiful ways.

Literature has taught me so many things and I am still a learner. I will forever be thankful to those who have inspired me to write. Lord Ganesha and the morning session with him is the most inspiring of all for me to continue what I do or don’t do in my life. The inspiration is true, innocent and pure, the prayer is humble and from the heart and I promise to continue doing the morning session of prayers for the rest of my life. And thus this is To Lord Ganesha: The Mornings Gets Best With You!

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