Time it seemed had healed all my wounds
And the corpse that was my heart saw light again
One fateful day and a chance glimpse of you
Back was I shoved into this twister of pain

On the eve that you left I died a million times
With time however like the Phoenix I was reborn
Another shot at life foiled by a vision of you
In some abyss my fragments lie, my being is torn

As I closely inspect the scars in my spirit
They will never mend it seems no matter what I do
If you look from afar, blemishes all over me
If you take a closer look, they’re all pictures of you

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cigeratte..leaving me alone… deep inside the cascade i hide..all i ever want was ur just

lie..now i am burried alive…but i am more like you..drifted by myself by the sins of ur

unfaithfufulness..i have just become dead walking.

u went smiling and that was just probably the fake smile i didnt recognize at dark…wanted

to tell u a lot at last meet…knowing it will be the beginning of the end…wanted to kill

my silence but i m more like you…leaving on the hands of faith…now i nomore wanted to

suffer the pain and leave everything at the faiths hand…calling u wid both the arms

open…please accept it.

If you think that you already know,

          then its better if you go.

If you feel that i am angry,

          [don’t worry]

                    i’ll never let my feelings show.

And,

if you’re trying to frustrate me,

          i’ll find a way to disagree!

talk sweet and use me

          but i’ll know when

                    you’re trying to abuse me

                                                                stop once!

                                                              think twice!

And now,

if you’ve cleared your mind

and if,

you’re ready to receive,

i have,

this small advice to give:

Raise

          your voice if

                            your words seem to fade away.

Raise

          your eyes if

                            you get looked down upon.

Raise

          your hands when

                            someone needs help.

Raise

          your steps if

                            the ground underneath slides.

Raise

          your heart to

                            a point of self-respect.

Raise

          your mind against

                            this ever-burning rage!

die fighting the storm,

the weak hide to survive,

to grieve, to mourn.

The guilt of life,

of things that men don’t do -

getting strong with fading life,

the reclusive memories of the dark

now, floating, atop the anger and despair

The storm is over

but the fire and wind, remind of the disaster,

swirling hearts and time into a pensive alteration;

and the fear still remains to haunt,

the cowardice dances affront

eyes don’t close,

forced to gaze

into the maze.

Hopeless!

as they always had been!

What did they ask for?

What were they made for?

The deeper it cuts, the more benumbed we are

the next time, we might not feel at all.

But the memories linger to burn our soul!

[Fairness is decided by the perception of fouls

if the fight for food is life, did they ever see

what it’s like, to swim in the river and run home for meal?

if hunger becomes an addiction they have to take in with life,

will they ever notice what it’s like - the taste of champagnes and wines?]

To fight and die,

to hide and survive,

it’s not a matter of choice.

its a matter of following a voice

if the one inside you desires to remain silent,

the ones outside take over.

And,

The dead - they escaped suffering

Those alive - they escaped death.

Every action has something good to offer

everyone has something to gain!

Two worlds

In one skyscrapers define the horizon

In the other peaks jut out of thick morning fog

In one paved roads snake through the busy city

In the other gravel crunches under my shoes

She came long ago

Leaving one world behind for another

She set foot in strange soil

Tears still stained her face

He came long ago

Ambitious and ready to see the new world

He too left that old world

Excited to discover a new one

Two worlds

One holds my home

The other has the love of family

One is prospering

The other breeds poverty

I am from both worlds

I am from bold and silent mountains

And bright city lights

I am from a country rich in tradition

And a country that gave me a chance

I am a part of a village nestled in the hills

I am part of a city perched on the shore

The Atlantic and the Pacific

Torn between two worlds

Two worlds close to me

Two worlds a part of me

Nothing comes for free,
even freedom has its own cost,
you walk around with your burdens
and imagine that they are lost!
and before you realize,
there comes another fear
there comes another pain
wrapping you around with
deceptive happiness.
No more no less,
you’re thrown again,
into the same regretful disgrace!

(बष्टन )

टाउको झोलामा !
शरीर खोलामा !

तर्सिनु तर्सिएं
हावाकै गोलामा !

झिनो आशा जस्तै
तौलिएं तोलामा !

मह काड्न गएं
बारुले गोलामा !

म मातेको हात्ती
मान्छेको चोलामा !

Hey Rainbow!

I know,
  you shine for me.
    While the crowd goes crazy,
      by the rhythm of your hues,
        your eyes are always searching for me.

          You want me to be
            the other half-circle of you.
              And I want to see
                all my happiness in you.

                 I get burned,
                  when lustful clouds surround.
                  I get drenched,
                  when your tears rain down.

                 I know,
                you stole all those colors
               to blend our dreams with it.
              And you painted it all over you,
             to be my mirror spirit.

          But still rainbow,

      You shine high above the sky,
    I creep on the ground.
  It hurts to know that
rainbow never shines in a round.

I was so happy I can’t say

I was going to dance in 100 lights

With mates all over in my sights

It was long before in my lands

In the air, all my friends’ hands

But here even the street dogs bark

I used to hide; used to dance in dark

After a long, At last I made some

Mates, to dance like back in home

Out of dark, red green and yellow

Out of silence, welcome, hi and hello

I emptied the glasses with all mixtures

No important was the tie and its textures

I drank without the fear of falling down

Circled with mates though not long known

The sparkling party was about to get over soon

Curse was emerging from what I thought boon

I thought it was same party, same old friends

I thought Party would finish, care never ends

To my surprise, with the party everything was gone

It was all drama; all I could hear was a bye-bye-horn

I was new to the place, intoxication made me hardly see

No one there to offer me lemon juice or a strong black tea

I knew it was a different place with a different culture

Just could see beautiful feathers, Alas! It was a vulture

Far better was my 7 feet room, and outside’s dog bark

Where I could hide; and with myself I could dance in dark