A cup of tea sat on the table front of us,
With an ash tray, and some tiny bits of cigars,
And those fascinating words flew like a river,
Persistent, flawless, and strong as ever,
And I got to see a glimpse of your life,
That has never been exposed before.
Like a flower with its broken petals,
An insect swings by to draw its nectar,
Only finds out the nectar has been dried a long time ago,
I tried to comprehend where it began but in vain,
I delved between the lines for long,
To only discover I'm still perplexed,
Slippery as the muddy road after a heavy monsoon,
And those green algae that grows on the rocks,
I trembled with every word of yours,
My heartbeat pounding as been never before,
I hide all my anxieties beneath my legs,
Yet your face was as tranquil as the blue ocean,
You took a sip of tea, and lit on a cigar,
A white cloud of the smoke covers the table,
I, anxiously, waited for the next word,
With my lips closed, hands clutched together, and eyes focused,
In fact, a sudden throb of my heart was enough,
To make me realize I was still alive.
The white cloud got bigger and bigger,
Your gestures, and words still as articulate as it could be,
I see your eyes squinted to avoid the cloud,
An intermittent change in your brow movement,
And those wrinkles in your forehead,
Captured my attention, and I focus on your face,
As your lips move and vibrate, I hear an echo on the background,
Your nostrils widen in between like a roaring lion,
Frightened as a lonely baby in the darkness,
I wrap myself in my arms, and an eagerness burgeons,
To see what you see through your lens,
It was not hard to conclude what you behold,
Inside that tranquility that exposes you to the outer world,
They may accrue accolade after accolades for your deeds,
But seldom care about what you went through,
I wish I could show them what I just saw,
A serene, life-full heart, filled with regrets.
Friday, April 29, 2011
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Motionless
I saw her face on the way out,
She raised her brow and glanced at me,
Those blue eyes, once so surreal,
Meant nothing to me, yet looked so shiny,
As tears fell down her cheeks, I just stood there,
She fell into my arms as if she has found her life,
I wondered what I have gotten into,
Her sobbing against my chest,
Thick brown hair all over my face,
I remained there as motionless as I could be,
Her kiss all over me, an utter silence that prevailed,
Smooth, sensitive hands ran over my neck,
Shaky murmurs, and those words of love,
Enshrouded the entire room, I'm still standing motionless,
No discretion was needed, no approval,
She just ran the show, an eternal enjoyment that came by,
Her sensuous touch beneath my flesh,
Made me shiver, and only to feel her grip tightened.
Friday, December 17, 2010
Where is the Brotherhood?
So I heard, moon and sun don't talk to each other,
A solitude develops in this galaxy,
Neither a hatred nor enmity that bitters this friendship,
Just two souls and their prides crucified,
A revenge that one seeks of another,
Hidden along the ray of dust, just hard to decipher,
A hostility that these have built over the years,
Shatters a fragile intimacy that holds them tight,
Other stars, asteroids unwillingly got dragged into this chaos,
The earth revolves around, stops, and sighs “oh what a mess, what a mess.”
As a gawking tourist, I got nothing else but to enjoy,
Take a sip of whiskey, laugh and smile,
As the thunder of their growling hovers the sky,
I step back, take out my camera, and capture those moments,
With no sense of attachments, no feel of ties,
I enjoy their battle, and intermittent cries,
Oh how I wish their grudge lasts longer,
For I cherish the turmoil in their land,
When their antipathy burgeons again, I smile back,
And reload a new film into my camera,
Their misery will make a miserable history.
A solitude develops in this galaxy,
Neither a hatred nor enmity that bitters this friendship,
Just two souls and their prides crucified,
A revenge that one seeks of another,
Hidden along the ray of dust, just hard to decipher,
A hostility that these have built over the years,
Shatters a fragile intimacy that holds them tight,
Other stars, asteroids unwillingly got dragged into this chaos,
The earth revolves around, stops, and sighs “oh what a mess, what a mess.”
As a gawking tourist, I got nothing else but to enjoy,
Take a sip of whiskey, laugh and smile,
As the thunder of their growling hovers the sky,
I step back, take out my camera, and capture those moments,
With no sense of attachments, no feel of ties,
I enjoy their battle, and intermittent cries,
Oh how I wish their grudge lasts longer,
For I cherish the turmoil in their land,
When their antipathy burgeons again, I smile back,
And reload a new film into my camera,
Their misery will make a miserable history.
Time has no beginning
Time has no beginning
Before I could even get back to my senses,
A ray of light breaks into my room,
Snatching away my morning dreams, telling me a new day has begun,
But, how much I adore the present state,
An intimacy of dreams and my wonderland,
How would the poor ray of light understand those feelings,
I stare at it for a moment, with a glimpse of hatred,
A sarcastic look filled with a pain,
Get away from me, you senseless, lifeless being,
Like a morning dew stuck to a leaf,
I wrap into her arms, her warmth gives me a hope,
Her whisper beneath my ears gives me a belief,
That this is the moment we ought to live, the moment we cherish day-to-day
The present has never been so joyful,
Like a bird leaving its nest at the early dawn,
With its toddlers chirping for its love, seeking its warmth,
In search of food, in search of a new home for its kids,
The bird flies away, away from its home in the real, cruel world,
A bullet swings by the bird, hits it in the head,
The bird falls down flapping its wings, feathers falling apart,
A blur image of its nest hovers over its retina,
The poor bird departed the world with a heavy heart,
Leaving his family behind, never coming back,
I could hear his inner plea, “Don't take me away from my beloved”
Let me see my toddlers grow, let them be an adult,
Who would hear the poor bird cry in this selfish world,
Who would let him survive for his kids,
I woke up seeing my dreams die like the poor bird,
My love is so close yet so far from me.
Before I could even get back to my senses,
A ray of light breaks into my room,
Snatching away my morning dreams, telling me a new day has begun,
But, how much I adore the present state,
An intimacy of dreams and my wonderland,
How would the poor ray of light understand those feelings,
I stare at it for a moment, with a glimpse of hatred,
A sarcastic look filled with a pain,
Get away from me, you senseless, lifeless being,
Like a morning dew stuck to a leaf,
I wrap into her arms, her warmth gives me a hope,
Her whisper beneath my ears gives me a belief,
That this is the moment we ought to live, the moment we cherish day-to-day
The present has never been so joyful,
Like a bird leaving its nest at the early dawn,
With its toddlers chirping for its love, seeking its warmth,
In search of food, in search of a new home for its kids,
The bird flies away, away from its home in the real, cruel world,
A bullet swings by the bird, hits it in the head,
The bird falls down flapping its wings, feathers falling apart,
A blur image of its nest hovers over its retina,
The poor bird departed the world with a heavy heart,
Leaving his family behind, never coming back,
I could hear his inner plea, “Don't take me away from my beloved”
Let me see my toddlers grow, let them be an adult,
Who would hear the poor bird cry in this selfish world,
Who would let him survive for his kids,
I woke up seeing my dreams die like the poor bird,
My love is so close yet so far from me.
Thursday, July 29, 2010
There is a gap.
The grandeur of increasing spaces,
Gratifying nerves that are held by,
Hypocritical idol that is revered for,
Poignant clarity to any doubts;
That won’t work either,
Overwhelming appearance of your sweetness,
Dispersing in the surrounding universe,
But, a parody of your beauty- to my perceptions,
Immense pleasure I would seek for-
To the poverty you innate through---Thought
Cannot predict what would go next,
You living in such misery of rationalism
Beside lie dark bands---
Even in the death lines,
How miserable you are and your feelings;
Gorgeous, blonde; no terms like that,
For you’re starving,
Starving for the creation,
And I cannot lie to myself.
No utopia as such
Empty ideals that race for-
An extolling charm beyond your reach,
You’re full, full of nonentity
Transfigure yourself—if you can
The only thing I could suggest,
A platonic welcome for certain—I would bestow
No more expectations,
As there’s always been a gap between you and me.
Gratifying nerves that are held by,
Hypocritical idol that is revered for,
Poignant clarity to any doubts;
That won’t work either,
Overwhelming appearance of your sweetness,
Dispersing in the surrounding universe,
But, a parody of your beauty- to my perceptions,
Immense pleasure I would seek for-
To the poverty you innate through---Thought
Cannot predict what would go next,
You living in such misery of rationalism
Beside lie dark bands---
Even in the death lines,
How miserable you are and your feelings;
Gorgeous, blonde; no terms like that,
For you’re starving,
Starving for the creation,
And I cannot lie to myself.
No utopia as such
Empty ideals that race for-
An extolling charm beyond your reach,
You’re full, full of nonentity
Transfigure yourself—if you can
The only thing I could suggest,
A platonic welcome for certain—I would bestow
No more expectations,
As there’s always been a gap between you and me.
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Happy New Year 2067(Nepalese Calender)
Monday, January 4, 2010
Happy New Year 2010
Monday, April 20, 2009
The Greatest Ecstasy
I fantasize the smell of your skin
As my kisses plant all over you
You lying beside me,
The only majesty, Hanging over my chest
Bestowing an eternal enjoyment
For, the only love, would I carve
Smooth, sensitive touch on you.
Across the minute flesh,
Your warm breath would billow….
In quest of love,Those words of love,
Those shaky murmurs,
Enjoying an utter silence
Mesmerize soul
No gratitude, no approval,
Only rules the discretion,
The discretion of two souls;
Honors despite triviality
Every wary look, every suspicion,
Entangling our soul, only you and me!
As my kisses plant all over you
You lying beside me,
The only majesty, Hanging over my chest
Bestowing an eternal enjoyment
For, the only love, would I carve
Smooth, sensitive touch on you.
Across the minute flesh,
Your warm breath would billow….
In quest of love,Those words of love,
Those shaky murmurs,
Enjoying an utter silence
Mesmerize soul
No gratitude, no approval,
Only rules the discretion,
The discretion of two souls;
Honors despite triviality
Every wary look, every suspicion,
Entangling our soul, only you and me!
Your Nudity Madam

A slow, erotic tune enshrouds my room
In a dark vicinity and silent ambience
All gone dead, all gone speechless
Only me alive, in deep delve of thoughts
There comes your naked image; all of sudden,
To my eccentric imagination
Sensuous and seductive, as once used to be
But no more emotion, no more seduction
For I detest your whole bare body, Madam
For there is no any part to fascinate
For your nude thighs gone out of life
For your bosoms look as deserted street
Desperate, eager to welcome insanity,
For your entire move to seduce me seems like a circus
And I enjoy it; go on my Madam
On and on, displaying every part of you
For it seems there is no difference
You and a dead image lying beside me!
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