Candle Supernova

In the furnace of a cold night, The candle light went by. Under the agony of the present, This carcass burnt; no fire On the shallow emptiness of hope, Hollow faith lingers. Life resisting hard on melancholy, The tornado stood standby. On the indistinguishable funeral fire of hope, The breathe I owe, kept decomposing. In the furnace of a cold night, The candle light went by. Under the agony of the present, This carcass burnt;...

Rainy Day Nostalgia

The bubbles overjoyed in the fields Momentarily, Yet Beautifully The smile it brings, Eternal, Divine. Takes me down To my memory lane The enchanting Bagmati, Crystal clear aqua The chills it offers Down your throat, Nirvana. The melody on its gush, The aurora visible on A full moon day, Ferns and Fauna Dancing like a mystical Mermaid. Now that it’s all gone And I live by the Carcass Of bereaved Bagmati, I...

Lord Byron revisited

I find a gratification in the everlasting expedition; A shatter on the forlorn coast; An Evolution where no one infringes; By the yawning lagoon, and the eternal music in its gush; I worship not the stone the slightest, but temperament the extreme…&nbs...

Unnamed

This is unnamed. Not necessarily it has any possible existence in the universal world of being present. How many of us have known the truest; and when I say truest, I meant the supreme truth that defines the being of oneself from the bottom of the parallel galaxy to be present and the accuracy of truth to be 100 %?Rational and still seems like irrational. It may be thought, maybe not. I laughed into the grave of the beliefs of the modest of men. What is it worth of living, when the hardest part of life is to take a breath and that too is for granted?...

Samaya Beman

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Smile

When you smile, an angel smiles, may it be a killing one When you talk, a nightingale sings, sometimes I howl alone When you walk, a drunken snake, each move curved into fantasy When you cry, an innocent baby does, each tear rare as pearl When I smile, an eagle’s shout, loud shrill and unclear seismic When I talk, a stone to the rock, sometimes once in a while When I walk, head down to ground with guilt, each move regret a step When I cry…, each night It’s meant for you When the wind whispers holding my mind to the pace When the sun shines, each...