Monday, November 6, 2017

We




To cherish the latest weekend with you guys. Here goes the poem for you two


We

Sharing is all we do
For us it's the beautiful part
Loaded with colours of emotion
Embedded in amalgamated cart

Diversified with temper
Contrasted in flippancy
We Saunter ups and downs
We may not meet everytime
We not amalgamate moments together
But we are
Indissoluble by hearts

We cherish the essence of comradeship
Whenever we lock the ticking clocks
We flow like distilled waves
trickling over the rocks our

The glare of dew on the morning leaves
Resembles the coherence of our concord
By looking at us
All they say

May we prosper like this till doomsday 

Sunday, November 5, 2017

Yachting here

Yachting here is a pictopoem in the pic captured by Anil Paudel at Krangsuri Water falls Meghalaya. It's a beautiful place to be in where you can find local yacht boats and serenity will certainly move you to another planet dir sure

So follow the person behind the lens in https://www.facebook.com/anilpaudelIND/

Yachting here 

The memories with you, I always treasure
To row you ups and down
Is my secret pleasure
I love to dine the flowing waves
I love to paddle the water unrest
Your beautiful company I cherish in full chest

The flow that speaks over the rocks
Melodies of various tunes I get
joy that I relish is hard to score
The yacht I row is all I adore .
The tranquillity where I love to lost
The serenity of coverging beauty
I love the most

Stretch of shrubbery and trees
Haven for the birds
Yachting here all means
The practise of meditation

Sundowing eveving here
Under the lawned hillocks
Ignite the spiritual pleasure
which unbinds the all hidden desire





In a distant land

When a piece of wood is talking with his wood log friend. Who is afraid of getting separated from each other thanks to abrupt changes of mood of river.

Pic was captured by Anil Paudel
https://www.facebook.com/anilpaudelIND/


We two in a distant land 

See what we came across
Leaving behind all the shores
Which were ours
Few days back
We are here in a distant land
We can't guess
What fortune has for us
We need to grabe what is to take
Every moment is flowing
Like this moving lake

In this distant land
Stay away from the Sizzling waves
Stay away from the slopping bank
At this crucial crossroads
In this shabby moment
I can't loose your shaking hands

Without you my mornings will be
The night before
A sermon of Lonliness
Your cahots in dreary lonely land
Is the reverie that I have
Without you a day for me is nothing but
Then a paining grave









Done for today

Anil Paudel, my all time best mate whom you always find behind the lenses catching some catchy moments. I tried to compose few lines on his catch

Hope you all will like it

Title Done for today 

I am ready to set down
All i enjoyed a day
Lumping in the sky of
Desire
Brighting the lives of you all

Rise you, never fall
Tired me
All I say is
The journey is still on
No, I am not gone

I am taking rest
Cause it will make the journey
Full of taste

Enjoy the breeze of night
Take the rest
And enjoy the groove
Wait for some time

I will be back in the dawn

With the shining move



Friday, November 3, 2017

While asleep

While asleep is a poem based on a situation where a new born baby who is under ventilation is hoping to meet his mother. The mother being worried about the health of her child visits the ventilation chamber to see her child after every possible period. Whenever she visits she find him asleep and she wish for his speedy recovery of her. A desperate mom who is dying to caress her prince


"While Asleep"

It's bright here always everyday
Like me there are lots here to stay
Many whispers
I hear throughout the day

Yes I know it
You came
You check on me everyday
I heard your squeaking steps
On the cold vinyl floors.
But I missed your hoping face

To check me whether I slept or not
To see me whether I was awake
You took a toil
You came here
You visited me after every break

Our accomodation is small
They can afford here a few
Like passengers on a stalled bus
with windows that allowed only one view


Mumma
I am good here inside
With all the caring hands
With all the possible care

Coming to see you soon
In your lap
So meet you over there.




Thursday, November 2, 2017

Crossing the edge

Crossing the edge

It's about a aging person whose life is on his medicines and without those he can't simply imagine a single day. It's a reality in modern world nowadays. 


Crossing the edge 

Did I notice
Oh ! they are speaking
They are speaking to myself
The bumpy grumpy bottles
& tiny ones of the shelf


The glass standing erect
even talks quite a lot
He frowns at me
and reminds me that
He is not an ordinary pot

He says
"Hey it's time now
Come close & fill me with some water

Take that one which is shining very bright
Take it fast as much you can
and you'l feel good in night"

Listening to that 
The blue capsule so cute it is
Asking me for a pop

Oh yes
I must take it else my heart
May get stop


The glass of milk staring at me
Now asking me for the take
Here's gone in my hands dear
Now I will not shake

I affirm I forgot a lot
Skip you all
It's the sign of aging
Thanks to you all
You remind me a lot
Which saves me from damaging

Do talk to me like this
It helps me keep in my brain
With the help of you all
Time flies well and I live a life
Free of pain

Here how life goes ,on its track
Let it flow it's own way.
We must enjoy every show
My life is all going good
Rest I don't bother to know

I have my own cute medicines
And they will take the  call
Should I sleep
Or have miles to GO

Raise your voice


Help them.
They need us.
They need attention. Many tiny souls are engaged in such works where they shouldn't be in such tender age. Hear their cry. Raise your voice cause they don't have any choice


Continuation of "Why this on everyday? "


Why should we suffer ?

Why should we pay ?

And WHY THIS ON EVERYDAY ?



Our cuts and wounds aren’t healing

Unknown they are about our feelings

Shrunken our eyes, tired of crying

Every day we are trying

And every day we are dying



If you can then raise your voice

Cause we have to suffer

As we don’t have any choice

Don’t take this as shout

Its not a noise

Think by heart, raise your voice





PROVIDE US THE AIR, WE NEED TO BREATHE

PROVIDE US YOUR HELP

WE ARE IN NEED

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