Perishable Poems

The Bittersweet Post

It’s strange,

how we cheer with the tunes

even when the songs are too short.

It’s lovely

how we create moments,

even when they slip

we find shapes in the clouds

and in running water

though they shift in minutes.

It’s strange

how we create

how we recreate

even when we get nothing in return.

and it’s stranger

how we celebrate

more for the things that don’t give back.

It’s strange,

but it’s beautiful

how we fall in and out

of the stanzas

of these perishable poems

that our lives often scribble.

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Moonrise

Up, on the roads where I walked alone, giant city lights have been glown, they glitter- shimmering- in dark, just because the rain has gone. The wheels rant with a  dreadly noise, This benighted world is long asleep The sunburnt leaves must now be cracking down as the dead feet crumble them deep.   Thoughts …

Trashing: why are we so good at it?

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Are our genes making us a failed nation?

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Temporary Fix

When we were kids, some button's of our cotton shirts's sleeve went astray and left us in turmoil. It'd bother us for a while. But in disguise, we were taught rather to fold our sleeves and hide that void away.   Many a times, we were trained ,and told how to make that perfect fold …

Digital Tales of an Analog Society

Nepal’s urban life when viewed from an observer’s eyes is a splendid spectacle. This mixture of sweat and fume, dust and mud, abundance and crisis is self-celebratory. There are heroes and villains, there are the oppressed and the oppressors that have made a truce to live askance in a disturbed harmony. All the while, there …

Caged

We and these wings of ours, clawed by derision flawed with division, our white pigeons that just got caged before being conceived, and never learnt to fly We and the Lords of ours, mounted on stones, preached by thrones Our divine spirits that despise the wicked embrace every denial, but never mean to try We …

In between; stereotypes and the middle class millennial

In this age full of digital nuisance, we’re rambling beneath restless heads scoured by seemingly useless college degree that never taught how to live, love, create, and give back. My dear millennial generation infuses itself with an aura of indignation and facile romanticism even though it doesn’t know how or whom to question. We’re chasing …

February

With winter half-gone and spring yet to come, I'd like to think  I'd better fall in love.   Like many a times in the past when I convinced myself of being that useless romantic, again, I'd like to think I'd better open my heart.   But all the while, I'm too afraid of the heartache …

Cons of Consciousness

I’ve no answers to why I sit down before my keyboard and type. There’s a compulsive urge for spilling my thoughts that I can’t help but give a form. I guess I am securing myself some sanity. Whatsoever, I produced a good, dark cup of coffee minutes before, but that has already turned cold. The …