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सरस्वती माता

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                      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 !!!

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Dreams

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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

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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

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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!!!

Dearth!

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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!

My Selfless Problem

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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

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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!