Whole
Life
Through


I hope to write

Looking
At
You

I hope for
No more
A
N
D
I ask for
No less

Beside you

At one point
You will feel
That pain

The One
Who is yours
Will stay

And who are not
Simply
Search reasons
To escape

And
You will
Feel that

I was told
To observe
Not to intervene
To listen
Not to be vocal
To tolerate
Not to offend

I was told
What is holy?
What is unholy?
To seek light in the dark
And to stay rooted

I was told
To be kind next to
My space
My home
My nation
And practice act of forgiveness

I was told
When mind thinks wrong
Beware of self

I was told
All the above
And many more

Something wrong!
Never did they tell
How long?
I have to stay numb
Or hold the belief
That shadow is me

Tell me

If you want to know
What you meant to me?

Give
Me
A
Pen

Every time
They will ask
Who you are?

There is more
YOU
Behind
Who you are not

They just want
To know
The superficial

As deep as
What they are

Dead are silent

They
Don't
Hurt

Today
Even if it doesn't
Make sense to you

Someday
It will

A wise man once told
"Nothing"
I listened to his silence

Then the same man told
"Write what you feel”
I obeyed

Journey has never been a straight line yet we need to be okay with that. We expect something, something is there waiting for us to happen. Still our effort is to make life as smooth as we can. We plan, we work, we understand, we stay cautious, but we have to move on.

After all we learn.
And we don’t see things the way we used to.
Life is not always a movie with a happy ending.
If so, then why can't we believe death as a graduating time?

The end of us.

It's
Not
Fair

To let

Your
Soul
Die

कहिलेकाही
शान्त आत्मालाई
हसाउन

काउकुती लगाउन
जरुरी छ

आफ्नु घर सफा राख्न
लक्ष्मी पूजाको बार पात्रोमा
घेरा लगाउनेहरु

टोल सफा देख्न
फेरी  सि जिन पिंग कुर्नेहरुनै

आज मसंग
सर सफाईको कुरा गर्दैछन् ।

अनी
यी दुई कान मेरा
के का लागी ?

You deserve
Someone
Who
Never
Gives up

You deserve
The One
Who embraces
Your soul

You deserve
That One
Who
Keeps you
Priority

You deserve
The One
Who listens
Who replies
Who feels like home

And
The rest is
Upto you

When did your life begin?
Without a single mindset, No.

Just for a while, remember, when was the last time you said “No”. That instant you will realize how the vibration of “No” moves you. Say “No” to all those things that have nothing to do with you. For the ears that are obsessed to hear Yes, let it know it’s time to get adjusted.

Say “No” to “No”.
Say “No” to break the web as for the references;
When Yes is sublime, No is strength.
When Yes is slavery, No is freedom.
When Yes is being naive, No is growth.
When Yes is a dilemma, No is the answer.
Say “No” to dark clouds, black rain and stagnant silence.
Say “No” if it saves your time and the energy, while Yes leads towards the ditch.
No is a new beginning, where Yes is the end.

Excuse me, but this is not the end. Remember for what you read this, and the very next time think twice seeking a better reason to say “No”. Be vocal. Say “No” to adore the essence within. Say “No” to “No”, even when nobody understands, and live for what is right. This is a mantra of touching lives, from where your life begins.

And, this is socialization, the trails of the examined life. For your first dare, “No” may not be a comfort zone but it will change the life forever. Believe me.
And here, I shall not be in between. Let me be nobody at this time as well.

Sincerely yours,
The Anonymous Traveller

I already believe
You are the one

Now it's your turn

मलाई सोधियो
किन भाईटीका अन्तिम दिनमा मनाइन्छ?

मैले भन्दिए
परापूर्वक कालदेखिनै
पूर्वीय दर्शनमा
हिरोको प्रवेश अन्तिममै हुन्छ ।

तिमी मलाई

सेल पकाउन सिकाउछेऊ
कि आफै आउछेऊ ?

You are welcome
To stay
In the thought
And be there
In the verses
As long as
You like

Even if
You leave
I will seek clauses
And scribe

Remember
You will still be
With me
All the time

Being Alchemist
I may have to build a bridge
Leading towards you
And have that patience
For a karmic timing
Gravitating towards us
And, you will know why?

At that moment
What will you do?
Will you be the same?
The only answer
You will be left
To listen to your soul

Welcome home
Where you meant to be

On the day
Of graduation
A transit point
I was asked
To choose a future

Did you know?
It was
You
I always
Remember

Yes
You are enough
To align together

If you greet
Someone
NAMASTE

& if they don’t
Respond back

Either
You are invisible
Realize that

Or
They are dead
Remember that

Hence
Never repeat
The same

That
Smile
Acts
Like
Detox




*
A
Whole
World
Craves
For

Don’t share your visiting cards.
That, I have nothing to do with.

Breaking the silence, speak to me of your journey,
and your destination. Speak to me of your dreams,
and efforts. Speak to me about how far you have
been, and the hurdles to move ahead. Speak to me
about the blessings, and the prayers. Speak to me
about sunrise, music and coffee. Speak to me about
yourself, and nobody else. Speak to me about your
being, who you are, and who you are not.

When I will look into your eyes, speak to me
something, that you never spoke about.
Speak to me to get understood.

I am here to listen.
Yes, I said that.

Hardly
She gets time
To face a mirror
And admit
She is beautiful

So here
I remind her

Every day
And
Every time

You
Live
Your
Dreams




*
I
Will
Be
There

Look at me
I'm reflecting
You
Beyond words

Give yourself
To me
And let the world witness
Something different

You are welcome
Beyond love
Beyond forever
No one ever dreamt

I wish, you could
Read my mind
Where you belong
What you are to me

Let us define
A new dimension
Of love

Now tell me
Everything
What it’s like
Being loved

Besides blessing

Imagine
If I could rewind time
And
The world is ours
Just
You and me
With nobody else

Some silence
Some whispers
Some praise
And glitter in your eyes

Imagine
For a while
Everything aligns
So on and so forth
And
It seems like a dream
Or more like a magic
Or like a home
Worth being

He/She said

While one is
Searching himself/herself
Some books
Will turned their way
Some songs
Will touched their chords
Some souls
Will changed their life
Some questions
Will taught a lession

But
When he/she will see
Inside
Your eyes

That very moment
Harmony vibes
Unveiling
Silence

Admitting
"I find myself"
"In you"

Offering silence

I do not want
Just to be heard
I want
To be listened to

Sometimes
I wish to know
All of myself

Head to soul

Physically
I am 5'10"
But
While I dream
I feel no less than infinity

2nd life, I live
As the Man
Behind the words

Remember
How
Soulful
You were

You hold
The same
Magic

Still
You are
What
You were

Alive
Alright!

Speak
That
Language






Even
Naive
Understands

Good Morning
Is the SECOND thing
That comes into
My mind




*
I Miss You
Is the FIRST

The best part of you
A story
Without an end

And the time
Stand still

Simply
To listen

A wise man
Once was a fool

Realize that
In case
Noone has told

When did you meet him?
That matters
If still not clear

Read that again

Don’t tell me
Where else
You have been

Seriously
Have you been to
My dreams?

Temporary happiness
Temporary comfort
Temporary people
No one
Wishes for

And
I'm that
No one
I think
You are too

Be someone's forever
For
The mental health

म सानो छदा

म सानो छदा
बिहानै उठथे
दुघ भात खान्थे
पर्खाल बहिरका बच्चाहरुले नुन रोटी खाएको दख्थे
यसो माथि हेर्थेे
आफु माथिको आकासको टुक्रा झरिहाले के गर्ने सोंच्थे
यसो पछाडी हेर्थे
भकारी भरी छ
पेट किन भरीदैन भन्ने लाग्थ्यो
अलि ठुलो भएपछि
पर्खाल बाहिर गए
गोडामा काडा बिज्यो
लडे, अनी उठे

अझै बढेपछि
त्यो भन्दा पर जादा
लडाउने मान्छेहरु भेटें
झुक्याउने मान्छेहरु भेटें
केही सन्त
धेरै अपराधिहरु  भेटें

गाडी चढेपछि अझै पर पुगें
मैदानहरु देखें
हिमाल, पहाडहरु देखें

हवाइजहाज चढेर झनै पर पुग्दा
अर्को संसार देखें
सबैलाइ उतार्न थाले
कवि बन्नै लागेको बेलामा म कवि हैन भन्दिए
मित्रहरुले माने
शत्रुले मान्दै मानेनन्
तिमी कविनै हो भने
मैले लेखेरै भन्नु पर्यो म कवि होइन

शत्रुले सोधे
त्यसो भए तिमी को हौ त?
मैले भने
म त कवि भन्दा ज्यादा फुल हो
फेरी ती मेरो पत्र,पत्र हेर्न थाले
सुध्न थाले
रुपको कुरा गरे
तिनले म नेरको पातलाई पनि सोधे
काडाको पनि रिस गरे
मलाइ भरोसा दिने हाँगाबिँगा पनि भाँचे
माटो समेत खोतलेर हेरे
तिनका हात हिलाम्मै भयो
रक्ताम्मै भयो
तिनले गड्यौलापनि देखे
किरा फटयागा्रलाइपनि सोधे
मित्रहरुले माने, म फुलै हो
शत्रुहरुले मान्दै मानेनन्
तिमी कविनै हो भने
मैले लेखेरै दिनु पर्यो म कवि होइन

शत्रुले फेरी सोधे तिमी को हौ त?
मैले भने, म पंक्षि हो
उनिहरुले गुलेली लिए
ढुङ्गाहरु हान्न थाले
पखेटाहरु काटिदिए
गुँड भत्काइदिए

फेरि सोधे तिमी को हौ त?
मैले भने तिमीहरुको मित्र
मित्रहरुले माने
शत्रुले मान्दै मानेनन्
तिनले भने तिमी हाम्रो शत्रु हो
तिमी कविनै हो
मैले लेखेरै दिनु पर्यो म कवि  होइन

त्यहाका बच्चाहरु अझैपनि
नुन रोटिनै खान्छन्
नाङ्गै धुलोमै खेल्छन्
अझै म पनि कवि बन्नै बाँकि छ
तर शत्रुहरु तिमी कविनै हो भन्छन्
तिनलाइ लेखेरै म भन्छु म कवि होइन

अहं होइन

Whoever architect
The Universe

At first
With a noble purpose
The Sun may have been made
Then
The human may have been
Designed

Among human
They may have decided to gift
Some as an artist
Among Artist
With the soulful ink
Came Poet/Poetess

That time
Something may have gone
Wrong
Most had writer's block
Most often

Finally
A moon may have been made
To amuse the poet/Poetess

Since then
They are musing
They are mused

Whenever
Poet/Poetess falls in love
Expect different
Expect forever

They will adjust their height
To reach you
They will adjust their time
To honor you
Pay attention to their eyes
Every time it will be dilated
When it's about you

Using metaphors
They will try to reflect
Your presence
Through their Ink
Sometimes as a flower
Sometimes as an ant
Sometimes as a bird

Purity
Honesty
Beauty
What you are to their soul

They may
Burn their emotions
They might share it to you
They may stay silent
Wishing peace to you
However
Never they will stop
Loving you

It could be
Like this

You may think
He/She is following you
Actually
He/She may be chasing
His/Her dream

And you are in
As simple as that

Let ME be
YOUR home




Let ME call
YOU
My home

And when

And when I think about you
It tastes like love
And when I call your name
It tastes like love
And when I see you
It tastes like love
And when I feel your presence
It tastes like love
And when I have something
Something close to heart
It tastes like love
Every time

A wise man
Once was a fool

Realize that
In case
Noone has told

When did you meet him?
That matters
If still not clear

Read that again

Everyone

Needs to have
That much time
To close
Their eyes
Just for a while

To know their
Own inner beauty

Everyday

You may have seen me
When I was folding my arms
Never did you noticed
How high I could fly

You may have seen me
When I was bedridden
Never did you recognized
How strong I am

You may have seen me
When I was stumbled
Never did you noticed
How gracefully I rise

You may have seen
My vulnerability
Never did you realized
How carefully I craft
Admiring it as
The Masterpiece

Probably you just have capacity
To see the partial truth
Never did you embraced
The absolute

If you are
Lucky
Lucky enough

The wondering soul
Will find
Something

Something
To live by
Forever

We’re all heroes

In the stories
We write
You
Me

What if silence is
Worthwhile?
Understood?
The only truth?
One can
Offer

After all

And when I see you

Everything aligns
The mood
The hope
The spirit
The energy
And many more
That can't be explained

That you are

And that is beautiful
Single reason
To believe

What you are

If you feel
Comfort with tears
Cry
Yes please, cry
If you can't

Don't deny
To smile
Alright

तिमी झुके म झुक्छु
तिमी रुके म रुक्छु
तिमी हासे म हास्छु

हेर
म तिम्रो
ऐना हु

Writing should never be about who liked it or disliked it. Personally I feel peace, to write events, daily life activity without an end. I don't know topics, I don't know how to blend words like the professionals. Furthermore I don't have that time to decorate beautifully, but honestly I never cared about getting it right and I don't compete besides doing personnal best.

To be precise, we are among those people who (need to) have patience to listen, to see, to feel, and finally process all those stimuli to get back with a better reflection. How much we know them is, how much we have touched their lives.
The extra mile is the factor what makes someone to write. And luckly, I am among that someone.
Finally I write to empty my head.

If we will not write, who will?