Alternate Dimension

Early dawn broke across your face,

Like rose-tipped fingers dipped in gold,

Sensation that ran across,

When a shiny ray tickled my body,

An urge to hide,

Hide and burrow into my pores,

A light show underneath my skin,

I wrapped myself up, into your arms,

Trying to elude shadows of fear,

Trying to trick them into evaporating,

Smoke through a keyhole,

But the fear that still lingered,

Despite your soothing words, and your hands caressing me,

The fear that escalated lapped me up,

And desolation laughed along with misery,

At misery of your solitude and mockery of my innocence,

Threaded together, creating a steel cable that ran unbroken,

Binding itself to reality,

The moment of honesty is what you whispered,

Beneath your murmurs in this vague reality

Whispers of truth that hang themselves from your mouth,

Like dripping drops of morning dew,

But is that the freedom you wished for?

Like those morning dew that evaporate with the rising sun,

For despite all this, I am still convinced,

That we are each other’s salvation,

Or may be salvation is far-fetched,

And dreams took over your conscience,

This half-alive state of surreal-ness fogs my sense of time,

And everything slows down, creating an alternate dimension.

--Composed together by Jacqueline Terra and Paudel

Willing Victim

In the midst of mystery, I forgot

To remember the desires of my intuitive destiny

Hiding beneath my self-wounds, I lost,

Ability to pull shattered glass shards from my flesh,

And I wondered all along where you hid,

Beneath the cold dark shadows of the skeleton trees,

Duped I was, by the hidden mystery and their dead fallen leaves,

But I kept thinking,

That the illusion of you would be more than mere mirage,

But was it all I wanted? Did you think the same?

This unspoken dynamics,

Broke upon my soul like battering salt-water against eroding shoreline,

Yet you kept walking along the shore,

Greens mosses, lichens and that smile,

Oh that smile that curled, slowly across your face,

And wrapped itself up in your hair,

That dark-blonde hair of yours,

That lurked beneath your shoulders and those enticing lips,

Drew me into the honey, a willing victim eager for your pleasure.

--Composed together by Jacqueline Terra & Paudel

Happy Nepali New Year 2070

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Happy Nepali New Year 2070 to all my friends and family all over the world. Hope this year brings prosperity, joy, and happiness to all our lives. May we all live in peace, may we all have power to confess the truth and face the reality. May we all be bestowed with strengths to handle some tough situations in life. Overall, may we all be happy for who we are. And last not the least, may Nepal get the much-needed constitution and pave the way towards development.

Sincerely yours,
Paudel, Bishal

Don't look for me

A deserted path,

And that forgetful incident,

A fight, always the same,

And the victims of two arrogant souls,

I wait till they laugh,

Despite the raining tears,

I wait till they say,

“Father, I’m not the culprit. Let me go.”

And eternal pleasure that inflows,

And the shadow that lingers,

Over the place I should be buried,

I, me, and my,

Everything within reach,

For I want peace,

I want harmony,

Don’t look for me. 

Today I sing

Today I write for you,

For the hearts full of grace,

For the souls ripe with zeal,

Striving for an existence,

To avoid the humility,

On the brink of devastation,

Today I sing for you,

For the victims of cruelty,

For the quarries of insanity,

Roaring with unheard breath,

To repeal the blame of futility,

In the lack of voice,

Today I speak for you,

For the words against tyranny,

For the voice against suppression,

Yelling for an innate freedom,

To scare the roots of ferocity,

For a deeper understanding of rights,

Today I stand for you,

For the casualties of atrocity,

For the steps towards destiny,

Discarding the trepidation of death,

To live a meaningful life,
For a realization of freedom,

A sovereign flesh, I am,

Blessed with positivity,

No more silence, my friends,

For there’s no periphery of sagacity,

Remorse would I feel, if I compromise,

For there’s no substitute for equality,

“Might is right” is gone my friend,

Open your eyes for a new clarity.

Beg in misery

Amid a huge applause,

I wondered what my hopes were,

Never had a moment to self,

To let me ponder for the soul I care,

Success might be what I had,

And noisy crowd that follows me as wraith,

Hints of glory all over,

Not a single to muse by ablazed faith,

You ruined my confidence,

And yet show your smiling face,

Annoyed by your applause and laughter,

I hide myself behind your grace.

I beg in misery,

A company that could read,

Me and my agony,

Let me alone, you elegant majesty,

To discover the world,

Beyond your periphery.

Clueless

I’ve seen you cry, I’ve seen you frown,

I’ve seen you naked,

With crimson cheeks, and eyes shiny and brown

Yet you hide your pain under that subtle grin,

So immaculate, so pristine,

Mesmerized I always be, like a pebble in the rain

Like a last drop of dew hanging on the leaves,

As the morning ray shines,

Shadow is all I could leave behind

You may say I left early I fled with the rest,

Would you ever understand,

Whatever I did, I did for the best. 

Chinese New Year 2013

Right when the North-East of the United States is covered with as much as 3 fts of snow, Beijing is busy celebrating the year of snake. The celebration that lasts for about 15 days is celebrated across the globe by billions of people. Let the celebration begin, and let us all wish each other a very prosperous, and joyful Chinese New Year 2013. Lets hope the year of the snake inhales all the venom that lurks around our lives.

Happy Chinese New Year 2013. Cheers!!

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Own me

The heart bleeds,
When the soul is raged by the fire within,
When the sun shines over the dark night,
When immortality outcasts the fear of survival,
When a deep laceration would instead be pleasing,
That moment, yes that moment I shall be obliged to you. 

The deserted streets that ridicule my presence,
Nostalgia of the future that pesters my equanimity,
I wish I could,
I could simply abrogate the space between you and me,
The dilation of the heart that ripples to my entire body,
My wet eyes as eager as your quivering lips,
To embrace the puzzle,
That moment, yes that moment I shall obey your intuitions. 

When I get tucked, when I get absorbed,
In solitary universe, and realms of hinted glory that fade away,
A sharp turn that takes us through,
To infinity that only love can entangle,
I nullify my faith at solitude, beneath a hidden reality,
I wish you could understand,
You could understand me, and my body,
That moment, yes that moment I shall follow your lead. 

Let my lips dwell on yours, for an ever-lasting love we make,
Let me forget anything but you, before my lips dry up,
That moment, yes that moment, you, yes, you will own me. 

Stuck on the highway with a flat tire and a broken jack-screw

What would you do when you are stuck on a highway with a flat tire? If you have been in situations like this before, you will probably say- "Why does this happen to me always?" and if you've never been in these situations, you would panic like me. And what would be your reactions when you finally have everything in place but the jack-screw is broken? I know, I know. Anger would not know its bounds.

Waiting for friends to arrive can be very boring of course when the temperature is as low as -5 degrees. But, if you have a camera handy, then you might as well do some photo-shoot. And that's what we did. And of course, we got strange looks from people passing by, but they were too fast to realize we were just being silly.

With banners saying "Our protests will continue" and "Fulfill our demands," we definitely had our shares of fun. Albeit little cold, it didn't stop us from taking pictures with different poses. This incident taught us two important things: to be patient and to take the most of the situations which I hope we did to its best. Emergency lane on the highway for almost 4 hrs was really scary too. The cars, trucks running on the highway (the speed limit was 55mph) seem to be running way faster. We got scared multiple times when 18-wheeler would run on the right lane next to us. But, at the end of the day we had an album worth of pictures, and memory worth of experiences.

Thanks to the help from our dearest friends Deepak Baral and Dev Gurung. This experience would not have been complete without a silly mistake from Dev to lock himself out of his car once we had the spare tire fixed. We then had to wait for next couple of hours for his insurance to arrive and let him in. Then, again in the cold January afternoon. There is a piece coming soon, written by Sudeep Bhattarai where he describes the day from his angle, the background behind, and its consequences. Stay tuned my friends.

Never give up in life. Always cherish the moments as they happen. Every moment in life in precious.
Best,
Bishal Paudel
Vanderbilt University

CNN Heroes from Nepal

"CNN Heroes of the Year 2010" went to Anuradha Koirala of Maiti Nepal.To all of us who are aware of socio-economic status of many villages of Nepal, Maiti Nepal and Anuradha Koirala are not unheard of. Maiti Nepal, established primarily to rescue Nepali girls trafficked to India into prostitution, has expanded itself to accommodate women suffering from family violence, torture, and social hatred. Anuradha Koirala has sacrificed her life to help those women become independent and live a meaningful life. The objectives of Maiti Nepal and its affiliated organizations reflect the true service to humanity. We need to respect the existence of other individuals if we expect to receive a meaningful status from society. Lets be grateful for what Anuradha Koirala has done to change the social inequality and support those helpless women, who would otherwise suffer throughout their lives. But, as evident from the recent uproars in Nepal and India about rapes and assaults, these sort of crimes had not subsided a bit. Instead they display a social loophole in which women are constantly assaulted in one form or other- be it within one's own family, or from outsiders. Anuradha Koirala has made all of us proud not only by becoming "CNN Heroes of the Year 2010" but also by changing our mind, and increasing awareness among people in remote villages about girls trafficking, which is such a heinous crime. This award is not an end but just a recognition of a tremendous work and service to a better cause that Koirala has worked tirelessly throughout her life.Please be grateful to such heroes in the world, and the bravery and courage they have shown to fight against the existing traditions, and inequality in society. 

I had the privilege of watching both Anuradha Koirala (Maiti Nepal) and Pushpa Basnet (ECDC) receive the CNN Hero of the Year awards. Anuradha received the honor in 2010 and Pushpa followed her in 2012. Although both of their works were based in Nepal, they received applause and praises from all over the world. Both times when Anderson Cooper announced the winner of the coveted award, I was filled with joy. They had represented Nepal in an international arena through their selfless service for a very genuine cause. The kind of service they devoted their lives on is often neglected in Nepal, and most other developing countries. They rose above the cynics and critics to carry on with their mission. I’m sure we recognize they had lot of obstacles on the way, but they never gave up. The award not only does a justice to their service but also to their perseverance and self-belief. Moments after the social media were filled with ovation for our heroes, as well as frustrations towards our politicians. In 2010, as Anuradha landed in Tribhuwan International Airport, guess who was at the receiving end: some of our politicians. Such an act of shame on their part not to recognize their negligence towards the nation. Yet they didn’t waste a moment to hop over the news felicitating the Heroes. I often felt like saying our heroes are worth more than your felicitations; they have done tremendous job despite the limited resources they had. Only if these politicians could learn something from these heroes, Nepal would be so far ahead.They really need to realize the national interests are beyond the interests of their parties. If they truly understand anything from these heroes, they need to show us, the people their comprehension by putting it to work. If they do not comprehend, then they don’t deserve to welcome our heroes at the airport. And guess who is celebrating this honor more than us: our politicians. Yeah, you heard it right. They are busy in toasting for Pushpa's success at top-notch restaurants in the capital. And guess where is the money coming from? I don't even need to tell you where it comes from, you know it very well. I feel like reiterating what my school principal used to say: "What a shame, what a shame."

Nothing is Lost

This is the first time I'm making my poetry available online. I would highly appreciate any feedback, suggestions, comments on it.

Thanks;
Bishal Paudel

Please find the link below to access pdf  file of the Poems. If you have any issues, please email me.
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Life is beautiful

If Only.....

Guest Blogger Series-- Part 2

Under the eucalyptus tree
I was trying to recollect all the memories 
Memories that came in bits and pieces 
And, those that came in continuum 
But, the intermittent rain brought chaos 
To the serenity of my memories.

Things have plummeted since that fateful day
Never to turn back to the same again
And, I have been petrified 
Feel like a lost soul in a crowd
Never to be repaired
Never to be rejoiced,
And, never to requiem.

Summer is just around the corner
The sultry sun intimidates
My friends make an effort to cheer me up
From this turmoil
To be near and smell the salty water
And, walk on the sand with the sun setting on the horizon
To experience the same ecstasy 
That we had shared the year before

But, I am clinging by a thread of ‘if’
If only I had prayed further
If only time had waited a little longer
If only I had a moment to linger
If only I had a last hug to spare
If only I had...

And, now only if I could regret lesser!

A piece by Epsilon.

A Ray of Hope

Disclaimer: All the characters in this story are fictitious. If it bears any resemblance to any one living or dead, it is by pure coincidence.

"A Ray of Hope" is my first attempt in story writing. The main character, Ben is a young professor in his mid 30's in Vanderbilt University who is highly successful in his professional life. Already the Head of Department (HOD) for Physical Chemistry, Ben's success is rare in his field for somebody of his age. However, like everybody else, he fails too. He has failed horribly in a pursuit to a happy family life. In the beginning, it might be his attachment to his career, and high aspirations that came as obstacles, but as time goes on, he realizes he is hollow in his sentiments, and feelings. He is fearful of the commitments. Through a rough patch in his disgruntled relationships, he discovers a meaning to his life. He comprehends what is actually worth in life. ``A Ray of Hope'' unfolds this metamorphosis in Ben's life as he, himself, begins to see it.

If you would like to know more about Ben, make a payment online. I will send you the ebook as soon as the payment is received.

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Words from the Readers:

Sudeep Bhattarai, Nashville, TN:

I do not have much patience in reading. However to my great surprise, when I read the first 3 chapters of Uncle Ben's story, I was asking more. I was desperate to read the other chapters. As far as I remember, the last time it happened to me was while watching the TV series "Prison Break", and it was because of the suspense in each episode. But this time, it is not only because Bishal created suspense in his writing, but also because of his way of presentation, the flow in his writing and the lesson he wanted the readers to learn. Uncle Ben's story taught me to be serious about my life. I should say that this is a great piece of writing by Bishal, given that this is his first attempt in story writing. I see a bright future in his literary journey. I encourage him to move ahead.