Close your eyes and feel the world

14/12/2017

..............................Rural Dreams...........................................

A poor mistress, in her everydayness, whose hands shivers with the cold while lighting the fire to cook her meal, takes the first step to wake up an hour earlier these days.

Barefoot though, She aims to learn.
A pen and a paper, with a torch in her hand,
she aims to see what is there?? on the otherside of the darkness.

How beautiful it looks, when all the other women of the village, are inspired to follow her.

An hour early, the whole world of poverty will wake up.
And light their torches, to earse this darkness.

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In future, I want to be the sponser of that one women, if you are ready to wake up; an hour early.
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14/12/2017

10/12/2017

Ahead of BARS.

They come, they slap,
I cry I'm trapped.
And all my tears hide my plight
Willy-nilly my fear turned all wrong to right.

Betrayal my MOM, betrayal my DAD,
Mistake they say, once in a while they HAD,
As a Verdict: I took birth.

You call it cage, that's my room,
Right from those moments, right from her wombs.

She works I see, she cries for me,
Sorry. We cry for us.

And they claim me young,
To throw me out in the dirty world,
Hungry, lost and alone.
And now what? And now how?
Have to live or die now?

"Love is the addiction" ,they say
Had to change the addiction though.

Your citizen might be the culprit
To put her behind the bars.
In this world of chaos and wars
why my mother is a victim.

The one who is inside the bars
Are the good souls, who paid for their sins,
Everyone else here outside, stinks
Up off their dirty deeds.

Be the master of your own,
Slave of none,
Eat what you want drink what you like
Ave all the fun, but only, under the sun.

Human rights day.
Babies born in prison should be given full opportunity to study, and stand on their own.
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20/09/2017

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20/03/2017

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20/02/2017

Street nights

Some score years ago, in a footpath lane,
I was reading a visual story, full of pain.
Wind used to put a thin towel over his filthy body,
Left leg shivering,dirty,
fighting and quarreling with the right one
To get inside the towel.

Right hand outside,tight,
Over my hip,
singing a bedtime rhyme to me, in the night.

It wasn't working; sun is still floating in the sea,
Waited to let the moon glow out to shine his glass, for his will.
so he can stagger in his dream with an empty stomach and a voracious mind.

And a groan, moments later,
groan describing all his day,
And a dream speech with some pick-up lines,
praising all the beautiful women of his time,
And a smile, and a smyle.
Hours followed to open his eyes before the sun wake up breaking the dawn,
Before the moon close it's eyes.

He wore a coat through the throat
Off the glass for a warm night, thereby,
And lit a candle to die as quick
to let me smell darkness in a warmth.

The very first streetwalker and his unnoticed kick
be the morning alarm to that weak,
signifying,
street is to walk not to slumber.

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10/02/2017

Thanks to "The Rising Nepal",
For posting my article on their daily newspaper.
Though they forget to paste my photo; overall, happy vibes.
Feb:10,2017(friday).

09/02/2017

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Poem, related to it, coming soon

27/01/2017

PC: Asugraphy.
Self quotes

27/01/2017

Self quotes.
PC : Asugraphy

11/01/2017

Self quotes

19/10/2016

__________BACKBENCHERS_____________

Remember, for the 1st time, you went to school,
with a combed hair, glistening boots, among the fools,
since the time, you have had your seat,
Till now, you never know, what was taught in it.

You weren't there to learn, nor to read,
neither you did, at least a bit,
All the time when those boring spectacles were
doing their best to win the highest scorer,
You were Dreaming to beat the highest score.

All they passed and they won,
EverReady in a black gown to throw their cap,
And now they work and they earn,
By implementing what they learn.

but look at you, and your crew,
You don't earn as you never learn,
And i am glad, to be the one,
who reached school not to read
and not to worship what is already found,
But to question it and find something more,

So we dreamed, when they learn,
Now they earn, but i pay,
They are high near the sky,
But you are the one to rain on them.

All the world knows, who are you,
Because everyone search, today-what's new,
Again many like them, will reach to school,
Just to learn, and to earn,
But a few among-st you'll mirror,
Dreaming, to beat the best among-st, like you.


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