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,
Smile fake tears,
Pain gain vain,
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!
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!
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!
In inside of my Brain
Thoughts of you pour like Rain,
I ask what do I gain?
In inside this precious pain!
Your thoughts follow me like a train,
If I was a field, you would be my only grain,
I know this madness might seem insane,
But it was madness that made man build an Air plane,
The picture is very plane,
Behind every word something vividly vain,
Thing called Love, A Love, Just The Love,
Each moment I prepare myself for you,
The Powders don’t glow me, Why? Have no clue,
AAh! its you, you bring the Glow in me, In us,
In inside of my heart I sing a song,
For our companion be stretched to too long and Long,
I compare you to my body parts,
If I am right, then you are my left Lung,
Oh ! My sweet sweet Love,
To what I compare you , sweet as a Dove,
My Words end with metaphors no more,
Because In inside of my heart and in inside of my brain,
“I love you” is the only thought I forever can Refrain!
The roads are full of people and full of vehicles and full of lights. People are strangers but they share a common interest, to be happy , to be full of brightness, poor or rich, it’s all about the richness that brightens out of the lights that are embroidered to enlighten the streets, the beautiful houses, the stunning gardens and impressively astonishing Shopping Malls. Varieties so many varieties, lights made out of the clay, and somewhere lights made out of gold-plated metal, somewhere diamonds like jewelery hanging outside the windows and doors, what more can a man not afford in these times called the Festivals of lights?
Nepal, a poor country perhaps but a very rich one indeed. So many branded cars around the city, SUVs and Luxury dress ups, All for the Lights, all for the beautiful 5 Days nights. I circle around the city of Kathmandu, above all the headliners of the week is the one and only heart capturing sight of colorful and shining LIGHTS! Dashain, is kind of empty here, but Dipawali, is certainly not empty, Empty for Sadness and Full for Happiness. If we compare and research, Dipawali surely wins over Dashain, as it’s not only about the festival, or sacrifice, or worshiping, or blessing, or playing cards and getting drunk with family and friends, We have very deep connection of this festival with our origin as human beings. Man has always been persuaded by the contextual or literal meaning of the light. People are always driven towards lights and never look at the place of darkness. We respect Sun, because it is the source of light, The world without Light is Dark. And no body likes Dark -Ness! Dipawali celebrates our keen interest as human being, as we are always driven by or driven towards the absolutely inevitable phenomena called Light!
I wish Happy Dipawali/Tihar to everyone, This time, make it even more Bright! 🙂