MERO SATHI KO LAGI (Prakash Pathak)

ho timi sahi 6au ani ma galat
timro aacharan sanga mero kunai asantusti 6aina
timra pratikriya lai ma sahasra swuekar gar6u
timra byabahar ma mero kunai khed 6aina
ma hideko batoma timi khot dekh6au
malai tyesma kunai aapatti 6aina
tara malai aafu sanga dajne prayas nagara sathi
kinavane,mero sansar,ma bacheko paribes timro hoina.

ho ma 6u,sabai tyesai van6an
pagal ko sanghya diyeka 6au malai
aakhir pagal hunuma mero k galti
ma 6u ta kebal timra khusika lagi
tyes sabdama timro santusti lukeko 6 bhane
malai namuna banayerai rakha
pradarshan gara kunai sangrahlayema
ma achal vayera uvirahula
ani timi garnu mero pagalpan ko barnan
ma pagalsari hasirahula.

simit swarthama lipta 6aina ma
saayed soch6au timi kehi vinna
yo sambandha len ra den ko matrai hoina
mero samarpan lai bujhenau sathi
tara pani timro swartha purtile aaghat tulyayeko 6aina malai
timile garne yes sambandha ko samik6ya le farak pardaina malai
temro khallo darshan le aachammit 6aina ma
tara malai tanne kosish nagara tyetai...

ECHOES (Prakash Pathak)

My heart, still resonating
struck by the memories
constantly changing heart
beat
vibrating air molecules in
the spaces of auricles and ventricles
cuz a void still exists
left by u as u went away...
with the highest frequency
the waves travel along
through the neurons though the receptors r
paralyzed
and a part of the brain in
coma,
something i feel,the voices i hear a
distant call, a heart cry i walk this life
burried in the past
with the echoes of thy
love....

well its midnight
a recurring nightmare
  couldn't sleep, a sore
thought
ruthless pitch dark the
pupils dilating
a search for light
blinded by your love
nothing i see but a point
bright source
...To and fro..
.Hypnotized to an extreme the retina full of your colors
a picture i see
the tears they fall
and i yell out "oh!!! My
beloved"
the cold sheets holding me a sense of being paranoid
i could still hear the echoes...

a glimpse to a life lived
a course of extinction
a vivid imagination
devoured by loneliness
as I'm strolling through the
dark
changing pace with the
unusual moves
  every other thing motionless
as i walk alone with a illusion in my mind
with the fragments of
memories
the avalanche they create
and i hang around
with the echoes of thy love...

a pain,
reflecting a life
with u all over me
but me,
half alive without u
i search for a sign for a peace of mind
search for a help
then a sudden change of
light
a growing fright
a whisper then a pitch noise find my self trembling
my blood curdled
the buzzing sound going
round and round
my head ringing
nausea, then i fall over the grasses,vomiting blood
a sense of freedom
with my body so light,
floating high above,
merge from the
clouds,
a hundred thousand
burning candles,
finally found a source that heals
and i could hear the fading
echoes...

SORROW ( -Prakash Pathak)

A sorrow lies within,
in the depth of a miserable life.

with a question against my fate,
with a hungry belly
and a dissatisfaction in what i believe
constant mind coercion
time not able to heal this pain
regret, anger and hatred
bit cant kill myself
it owes something. to me
and i want a repay
so a regular visit to its door
no replies though i hit my head against the floor.
a search for a lost faith
a search for a unknown
every single moment
when I'm going through my hard times
look for a unseen figure called 'God'.
a declining hope
a will to give a hard fist to its face
a will to spit at its existence
but a fear, if it cant be touched
and a fear, if it's never be found
if i live like this way for ever-
live a dogs life and die the same
with achievements close to zero
with a name never to be remembered
with the traces left never to be followed,...

And a sorrow lies within,
in the depth of a meaningless life.

LOVE AT THE SPEED OF INTERNET (Uchita Karki)

A strong, awesome, influential statement uploaded as a status and few dashing profile pictures doesn't reveal how actually the person is!!

These days it sounds so easy that people fall in love through social sites and easier to them logging off from the relation!! Few words shared during chat can’t be the basis of any relation!! Such is only the process of devaluing love!

There was a time when couples used to read their love for each other in their eyes, care, love and tears but now it’s just a smiley that expresses their feelings!
The smiley blushes not as beautifully as a real person!!

Love doesn’t happen this way fellas! To love, at least I, need a person rather than his few texts!
I need him teasing me around!! I need him looking into my eyes straight and deep. I need him loving me not for my profile pictures and status rather for what actually i am. I need him not only saying 'i love u' but also making me feel he really does.

Love is happening and ending with the speed of internet these days! I have seen Feeling coming with a log in and going away with a log out!!

Let love be as beautiful as it used to be. Don’t make it a so called 'chat story'!!!
Don’t let technology play with abstract things!!

WHAT IS LOVE? (Deepak Bala)

Love is when my mom comes to

me

at night & says...

"6ora, i love you"

... Love is when i come back late

from college

& dad says...

"chora, dhila aune vaye phone

gareko

vaye hunthyo ni?"

Love is when my vauju says..,

"oye hero, kt seti patayako

chau ki

nai?"

Love is when

my sister says...

"bhai, mero behe pachi ma ko

sanga

jhagada garne huh?"

Love is when i m moodless & my

brother says..,

"aaja jau bahira gayera

khayera aau"

Love is when my best friends

call me

& say..

"yaar! Ta bina kehi ramailo

lagdaina,

aija na ramailo garum”

Thats love.

LuV iS NoT onLY boy holding girl

hand HavINg GF or BF..

LuV

Z EvRyWhErE, 2DaY m FaR FrOm All u, BuT ReALIzInG N MiSsInG All U N UrS LoVe .....

UrS;

-♥- DeEpAk BaLa.

WHAT A VISIT, WEN! (Suraj Baral)

    
    Today in the early morning, few roads of the Kathmandu valley were washed away, not even a speck of dust could be seen there. Though the Melamchi project is yet to come, I felt like the project was completed earlier on that day, and the roads were washed. All the dividers of the road was cleared. Roads were glossy; every one surprised seeing bright and clean mettled road. Same feeling was within me. Can’t it be done forever? Can’t the country do the same things for its citizens? If they can do it for Chinese Wen, why not for us? Don’t we have rights to stay in the clean surroundings?  Wen came to Kathmandu for 5 hours and returned, but we kathmanduties have to live here for years. So why don’t the government plan out for us rather than for Wen..??