हिजो बार बजे सूतन गयेको, अनि एक बजे तिर निंद्र लाग्यो… झ्याल मा ठुलो चंद्रमा थियो, अनि 4:50 मा ऊठेको… तेस पछि घुम्या घुमै Last night at 12 o’clock went to bed, then around 1am sleep came… on the window there was full moon, and at 4:50 got up… afterwards… endless run. 20100728
Me… when i’m not in my bed, writing thoughts– if i’m in my bed blandly writing thoughts, but when I’m not in my bed writing because something happened that made me feel inspired to write thoughts, then, it appears– almost everything else is meaningless.
Bring back those anxious feelings of my childhood: the distinct smell of dry noodle mixture and seasonings inside the chemical smelling 80’s plastic lunch box. Bring back these feelings of isolation and fear of differences, the fear of rulers and authorities (teachers), and the fear of rules and systems that used to cage me withinContinue reading “The smell of anxiousness”
She’s so dull during the day, but comes alive at night. At times I don’t know what to do with her during the ever so long hours of the afternoon. She just hangs around my side; we don’t talk, barely have anything in common. I almost loose interest completely. It almost becomes a burden; theContinue reading “Hanging out with a firefly”
How far should I travel, to find you, my source of inspiration? How much longer should I wait, until I see your face again from another dimension? Until I converse about life and all things that I’m battling with, and for you to give me some tips on living? How long can I sustain theContinue reading “My source of inspiration”
Floating in a sea of confusion, going somewhere, going nowhere. Floating on a makeshift raft with shades over my eyes, arching with the curve of the globe, while plate tectonics slide. Underneath this heavy crust, to my surprise, is just foam.
Like a spore in a barren land you thrived like wildfire, and I’m left with the green grass of you, you, and you.
If I was sitting out here on the streets in the dark, skin and bones and an ugly face with scars, yellowish sad eyes with tears, matted hair and an attitude all gone, left with no personality, humor, nor intrigue no wit to recite nor inputs to share. If I wasn’t the personification of meContinue reading “Remained filaments of me”
Give myself a little, to the pebbles, to the rays, the mist, the fragrance of grass. Share my all to them little at a time, and leave nothing.
showering into the sounds of your piano keys, revealing senses within encircling leaves and colors all around showering in your love…
Raindrops on banana leaves and subtle warmth of the white cotton blanket distant strumming of the whiny guitar rhythmic drumming of my heart; beat like songs from the paddy fields during monsoon. Sunshine and rainbows runway clouds and fantasies taste of fruits so sweet they cause pain and sounds of birds; tweet so loud, theyContinue reading “Subtle Warmth of the White Cotton Blanket”
What if, all of a sudden, they sang and you became mesmerized. What if you were suddenly nice to them, and they became nice to you. Your eyes dilated like a new feeling and your heart poured warmth. They were just scared like you; absolutely afraid. They were just as protective towards the things theyContinue reading “Loving Something That You Hate”
Old nightmare friends, only when the rain of salty tears wash my body offshore and subside do you come near. My dear nightmare friends, so long ago of you I feared. Now you’re here, trying to comfort me amid tears. Your memory lifts my spirit, takes me back to childhood long lost. The thought ofContinue reading “Dear nightmare friends”
We meet again. You in your grandeur, your hairs encircling jewels and the flowers beside you boom, understated… by the brilliance that is you. It is odd isn’t it, that I see you here. You didn’t expect me. But you make me chuckle; do you really find it that strange? Drenched in the rain myContinue reading “We meet again”
They lay hidden, pockets of civilizations which flourish like wild flowers– vibrant and integral to the value of this barren land otherwise. The core of humanity and individualism, The essence of family; midst the heat of survival. They thrive, they love, they endure. Define your meaning of civilization and savagery? Is it not love weContinue reading “Indigenous rites, indigenous rights”
2011/07 Lying here in the middle of the night watching lizards eat insects above on the ceiling, and trying to erase memories of a heartbreak.
2011/07 Is the love that I have as deep as Radha’s love for Krishna? Is it eternal like time? What is this love? Can you feel this love as you observe a faithful dog follow its master. Such a loyal companion it is, made just for one. Can you sense this love as you watchContinue reading “Loyal love in the slow city”
2011/07 If I were to stand out here naked with my feelings of anxiousness only, could you understand? Above I see the dark skies and the stars and when I look to the left; the large mountains. Above the Kathmandu roof I stand in, with airplanes shooting by with anger. It’s only a matter ofContinue reading “Kathmandu Rooftop”