Insight through Words

Pass the traffic lights Pass the chanting  voices Pass the road side night lights Buildings i pass Junctions i pass Dark is the night Winning chants i hear Dark is the night Lighting strikes Thunderless is the black gray sky My thoughts travel pass the mammatus sky Wonders its way through my mind Off it goes ,boundary less space it finds Off goes my mind For off goes to everywhere ,my friends East west north and south My friends are everywhere Yet noone by my side I got friends everywhere So why alike cloistered is life? Poor is the country Rich are the folks And off they go Pass the TIA To another place Scattering everywhere My country men and women For all i desire today To see my folks in person No virtual reality will do No long phone calls will do And the question pops in my head Why we have to move?  Good were those days of school All my folks were in the same room And now i hum in one  While they be singing in another tune

Today is my sister's birthday. And as a kid once i did try giving her all my gifts and toys. Back then that was the most I could do. I was wondering what special could I do for her birthday today to make it a little more special? Why don't I just write how it feels to have her in and have had her in my life? Below are the few things about having a big sister that i relate to: 1. Dancing partner. As a kid, we, oops nope , she choreographed so many songs and made all the little kids dance to her steps. Does anyone remember the "Fulchowki ko dada muni godawari bana" song dance? 2. Doing things she did. Having started watching football because she did. The whole lot of movies that we have watched together. The exercising we did together. Following up a celebrity or an athlete because she did. 3. Ultimate stylist.  I never bought a dress as a kid, unless  my sister approved of them. NEVER. EVER. She was my stylist. 4. Learning morals and good deeds. My sister ...

Could i close my eyes and think of us Old and weak Old and sick Stupid and dumb Lazy and not plumb Grumpy you or grumpy me? Both of us wrinkly? Could you close your eyes and think of us? No tooth to spare  Or black pair of hair  Cant move too fast Or laugh too hard Our brown eyes that's become so grey Of the time i speak When I am not pretty , Our brain is slow And you are not smart Yet will i love you, Will i love you enough? Will you hold my old hands? Will you love me enough? For i aint pretty and  You are not smart Will we love us? Will we love us enough? For, this is the time I will need you by my side As growing is the deafness And plummeting is our sight Will you help me walk the stairs? As I help you read the paper We complain and take our medicines We laugh and play with little kids We forget, forget and keep forgetting Yet everyday you kiss me good morning And even in the darke...

I was seeing him after a long time. Looking at his dark eyes I realized how much I missed them. He styled himself in a jacket with a hood under and light blue jeans paired with black converse. At the coffee house, I was stirring my coffee with sugar. That was when he told me if things went right he will be leaving in coming 10 days.  Everything suddenly felt cold and brutal. My insides were crumbling. I was struggling to keep a straight face. Nevertheless I kept up with our conversations. I wanted more time. More time to spend with him. No care of the world , I wanted to be with him.  If only I could have dared to hold his hands. I so wanted to feel the warmth of those. Mine were cold, so cold. He flew back home and I kept trying to delete the thoughts that made me dream of the place I wanted to be at. I could care less where I was, as long as I am with him. For all I know he has been lying to me, yet for all I know he makes me the best version of me. He helps me be who I...

And slowly now that you are slipping away May be i will recall our moments of laughter And years from now i will talk of us Our adventures together Our discovery of friendship in each other I Might as well be shedding few tears as i recall then, Of friendship so old that was broken With the calls that were made lesser With the exchange of fewer handshakes While blaming our busy life A friendship that broke apart I will call you today just like i did yesterday I will complain about you not calling me back Out of no desperation, but desire To keep my friend aside Even in years to come To recall together the journey afar But slowly i might stop So my dear friend Are we what we are? So wont you help us be What we were always supposed to be Dont forget me today Keep me in your heart even tomorrow Lets bitch about our failures Lets celebrate our success For lets keep afresh the friendship  For friends are forever

For a long time i have been reading post and listening to people talk on vehicles, chiya pasals(cafes) and i have been taking in their thoughts and opinions. I have been pensive myself over the current crisis of our country Nepal. What could be the solution to come out of this? I have been thinking.  Requesting India or china to open the borders? Is that a permanent solution?  Why has India the power to trouble our life?  China's prime minister stated he will provide all the help he can. Will he? Even if he does so without any selfish motive is that a permanent solution?  Aja usle help garla, wa india le nai nakabandhi khulla garla ra hami hamro so called "normal life" ma ramaula. Tara kahile samma? Its all some temporary and fully parasitic dependency solution. What our government should do is generate electricity. Yedi hami sanga lagani chaina vane investors leraune.  Sano bela ma trolly bus, dad ko rajhdoot bike ani mero bicycle bahek aru...

Lately I haven't been a morning person. Well who am i kidding i have never been a morning person. Anyways, today i had to visit a temple nearby because my mom wanted me to. So in my own time i went there. I organized my puja thali. And when i was doing so I noticed a little girl who was looking at what i was doing fascinatingly. There was this goat as well who was also fascinated by some flowers and a raddish i had in my thali.  I started doing my puja, fully aware the goat was eyeing my puja thali.  In our culture we first offer puja to lord ganesh. Only then we offer puja to other gods. After doing the same, offering my puja to lord ganesh,i went inside the main temple of Bhairav. She tagged along and later i realized so did the goat.  The goat was disturbing  in a cute way. And the lil girl forcefully offered her help by holiding my thali for me. While i was kneeling down and doing my worship, she was making offerings from the thali herself.  And our b...