writeforself

Nothing special as they met first They were both at their worst But with the fist rain of the monsoon The affection bloomed Wrapped in the love cocoon They bonded like the night and the moon The rain gave them a gentle shove Inseparability was the only thought The evening rains that poured Under a single umbrella, the world they found The little monsoon romance that bloom Paved it way to their hearts soon Every drop of rain that fell Into their hearts it dwell   The season is now here to change But their monsoon romance will remain the same

She tried to hold the heaviness in her with every word that she read, But before the stanzas end she could feel her eyes wet, It was short, it was sweet had all the memories bitter and sweet, the glory of love they lived but was the last letter she'll ever receive She is so lucky that she knows for she was adored by him so cannot deny the truth he said neither can kill the affection she gave for every word he wrote with love made her fly like a free dove Every word that he inscribed Every phrase that she read Whispered of the happy yesterday But a sad today Words by words she read the letter it wrote "I broke up for your better" "Emotionless I may seem" "But what we shared is now just a dream"  She knew how much they loved each other but still they could not be together They endured an ecstasy yesterday but a sorrowful today knowing that they have ended what they had they both...

I'm sorry that I couldn't be with you I'm sorry for all the rudeness I've been with you My promises aren't fake and all the words that I gave But there's something wrong I find myself bound by chains trying hard to break and fly away to your lane I'm sorry for all the lie I've spoken to you I'm sorry for all the secrets I hid from you You've always been my strength and brought best in me But I apologize for not being by your side whenever you need me I know I ought to be punished I feel guilty I have broken a beautiful heart with which I cannot part I am culprit of myself I apologize for everything Now I've nothing to say then I'm sorry for all the heartaches I gave

I always think of you For you are the reasons for my sun shine We are not together in yesterdays, todays or tomorrows  But in my dreams you are always mine! As no matter the world tries Least they can interfere our dream lives Our heart shall forever be bound in a single string Of love and single being You never let this string break! For that’s our hearts do make It will never go fragile as we live We shall brace it with the love we give The string is tied tight with us at its end, When one looses the grip the other shall mend I hope we both will keep our words To let the string attach to our heart, The memories of togetherness will always linger Even we are apart! The string is attached to our heart That will break with the last heartbeat, No matter where we two shall end, In dreams we shall always meet I am not perfect, neither are you This unnamed relationship which we have  Is so pure and true; We sh...

Oh! How I wish to go back to the times To relive every moment when you were all mine When I held you close to my heart in my arms Thought would never let you go Keep you bound in my warms We were own in our lives Silence between us was so divine The glances that we shared had the spark I remember the benches we sat we made a mark  Oh! How I cherish on those memories Will be years gone, but will still cling on I will not be sad for you will not be with me For you are there in my every cup of milk tea I reminisce the ol’ good days gone  Your memories leave me smiling with fond

A time of confusion, a moment of confession Away from the rush of rest defending all those questions raised  we paved our way  to the crest Painted perfect picture in our hearts were unaware for someday we will part amongst  the thorns we planted the rose smiled together and cried our woes Even compassion looks down upon us for vulnerability was our status Now they turn blind to what we see are deaf to our heartbeats do not believe our plead  for they have stopped to dream! Created a line for us not to cross making us stand across Our love was hurt, but it was alive they tried to kill, but it survived With the dying strength and faith we raised to have a say "Oh! Please let this love be, put on wings and set us free" " Oh! Please let this love survive, into the ocean of love let us dive"

We stand here today again at the same place where we were then But then as friendly strangers and now as estranged lovers The virtual reality that we lived on knew the truth but we still acted unknown The illusory feelings were marked down so deep that we could barely hold on to the real feels Heartaches now we can feel within like a deep cut of the razor but the pain we have sealed within will now just emerge in every dream Compromise is what we now live on for the bitter time ticked so soon to make us forget every cherished moment and be like we were never known Every night we now sleep with heavy heart as we know tomorrow we need a fresh start from the same point of time we initiated but then as friendly strangers and now as estranged lovers

The velvety rays of sun   slowly fell upon me When I was lying awake from a dreadful dream I was nervous and was low when the warm rays quietly showed The warm rays glowed into my room all my fears fled away soon The rays gave me hope and faith inspired to initiate from where I left I knew it won’t stay forever because it did not belong here I was always in fear and prayed to make it stay here By the warmth of the rays I learned to live my life in new ways The affection it showed made my heart leap high above Though the sun was at zenith its rays reached to the depth Into the inner core of my heart making me able to stand even in hard path We shared a bond of love and trust and an affinity that never rust But slowly the day turned into gloomy twilight I had to say goodbye They could no more be with me and had to go where I can’t see But its love and friendship will be my strength in hardship In the long dar...

 Life isn’t a bed of roses as true said Problems arise every next step We find ourselves lonely and helpless surrounded by troubles Feel that every moment the pain doubles There are times about when we feel ignored And deprived of happiness No one’s around to care And make the misery less ‘cause the one we love are the one who hurt May be it is the way to show their love but whatever it is we have to move on accept quietly whatever the fate has written face the agony and move with a fake smile on with dreams that are shattered and broken a harsh truth everyday we face life isn’t a bed of roses Problems arise every next step

Unbreakable is the thread I though when I held tight you didn't loosen up you stood where you were and the thread easily broke In the vast sky we flew together With promise to be there for each other But the wind blew so strong We couldn’t keep holding on You didn’t bother to find what went wrong And we both went lost We were those of best pals Who were different from other all Was there for each other every second Now it seems we went ahead of time When the days grew dark and life darker In you I found best space to hide But today you stand too far I don’t even feel you by my side I feel hurt deep inside ‘cause you were the one I needed my beside The thread I thought to be strong Is now worn and torn Everything is broken and lost You are no more the one I thought the affection that you n me share faded like painting in the rain

An early morning I woke up and opened my window for gush of fresh air some whisper I accidentally hear they were plotting something, something bad to happen then they walk towards her she was still with fear I saw with an object sharp they ripped her apart I hear no cry but a lifeless her lying by I could not forget the horror as I witnessed a murder Another day I was walking past a site ugly sounds I hear I covered my both ears as the noises I couldn’t bear I walked towards the sound saw horrible gears running around rolling over her again and again I see she was in pain but she laid there quiet I was really terrified I could not forget the horror as I witnessed a murder This is what I see each day every day murder and horrible says she is quite for whatever done to her she quietly bears all she knows the consequence and so do all she is hurt and may be angry too but she is waiting for me and you to realize, to decide else she will bring a disas...

A pitch dark midnight not a single sound I hear Everything around seem so deserted everything looks so dead I concentrate hard to hear I shut my eyes in fear No sound, no light I feel I’ve gone deaf and blind Suddenly I hear some howls Dogs crying and sound of owls I feel a tight grip around my leg As if someone is trying to pull me from my bed I held my blanket tight Then search around for a light I feel a sudden pull As if someone’s going to hit me with a tool I shout loud And I yell The fear I feel I wanted to tell I then realize My voice is lost No matter how much I try It’s not heard A sharp pinch on my neck And then a quick shake I moved my hands around I sat to feel the ground Oh! I was not in my bed What I felt wasn’t my room’s carpet Dried leaves and wet ground Muddy smell all around I was laid straight Cold mud over me I felt Covering my feet and reach my waist A nasty smell now I felt Someone had dug my grave I tried to move Tried...

A big plastic bag filled with empty carton boxes. She was dragging the bag and also looking around if she would get some more boxes so that her bag would be full. She must be around five or six years old, same as my niece. And her plastic bag was twice her size. I was walking around New Road for some festival shopping when suddenly my eyes fell on her. She was wearing a worn out frock and had tied two ponytails. She was dragging the bag and also fooling around with her other mates. But I don’t know why I noticed her in particular. It's maybe because I have seen her quite few times earlier too, around the same place. She was a beautiful child with big bright eyes and an innocent smile. Almost every evening I used to take a stroll and never missed seeing her. Dragging her big plastic bag and laughing in her typical giggling tone, she used to be there at around the same time. It’s now been months that I have been seeing her almost every day, but never dared to talk to her and get ...

With the rise in the level of mercury, the demand for water too is rising and at the same time the problem of water supply has been the topic of everyone’s discussion wherever they meet. And though the problem of water shortage persists every year, the problem is at an all time high around this time of the year (May-June). Talking about my place, there is a very irregular supply of water. In fact, there is no water supply at all and we have to manage with few buckets of water borrowed from the neighborhood or by buying a tanker of water. But my concern is not the problem of having to fetch water from a distance or having to buy it, but my concern is, if the capital city faces such problem then what is the condition outside? Every year all the citizens have to face the same problem but the concerned authorities do not seem to pay any attention, and even if they do, they appear to be busy making plans and proposals rather than applying some practical solutions. The problem of water su...

They say time heals every wound, even the biggest of them but for me and my family, time seemed to be very cruel, bringing back the memories and leaving a trail of hope everytime. More than 20 years have passed but still the memories haunt us every day. All these years every day seemed to bring new hopes with the rising sun, but the rise of dusk made the ray of hope fainter. Even today I regret letting Arnish sneak out of the house that ill-fated day. It was during late 1980s, the uprising against the Panchayat system of government was at its peak. We lived in the streets of Mahaboudha, in the small white painted house adjacent to the street through Bir Hospital that led to the other side of Sainik Manch. The protest started from Ratnapark went around the city and as they reached near Mahankal temple the police shot gun in air several times and few rounds of teargas to disperse the crowd. Arnish and I often peeked through the window hole and watched the protesters running towards M...

I hear him shout again…….I don’t know what’s his problem but this furious person with horns all time, so called my boss shouts for no reason. Poor Bishesh, he gets all the scorns for no any reason. “Why did the boss shout at you today?” I asked Bishesh during the lunch time. “He must be the maddest person in the world whom the world sees as a boss. I just hate him. I just came office and he started to shout as if the sky is to fall. I myself don’t know the reason behind” Bishesh answered. I can see the rage and the resentment in him but he tries to hide it. He always wanted to quit the job but for what reasons he always steps back. He is a good person. I can say that for I have worked for nearly 3 years with him by now. We both joined the office as trainee at the same time. Both of us have worked very hard during those times. But I must say luck favored me and now I am his senior. Still we are good friends. We usually have our lunch together but today his is not in good mood. “H...

So that was the end of my reign as Miss Newa 2nd runner up (31st December 2011). Last year on the same day I was announced Miss Newa 2010, 2nd runner up. Handing over the crown to the new winner, I sort of felt proud as well as nervous. I was proud because I was standing there to see another outstanding girl from Newar community and passing the glorious crown to new one and I was nervous because I was standing in front of the mass who had and still has anticipations from me being the Miss Newa. The year long journey as Miss Newa was filled with fun as well as responsibility. May be others see it as just another beauty pageant, but it was and is more than just that. Had it really been a beauty pageant then maybe I could not have made it even through the auditions, forget about winning. But I was overwhelmed by this event, how the organizers were really serious about newari culture and traditions. The one month session was filled with fun as well as serious lessons. I always felt t...

Every once in a while when he visits my office, my entire office smells horrible. This short and fat middle aged man (so called a client of mine) of around 40-45 with short hair, dark complexion and a bulging belly walks into my office cabin whenever he has complains to make against me. I know he never praises my hard work however never fails to complain if I miss something. I know it is frustrating but after all business is what it counts at work. This fat short man’s complain is not what irritates me, but it’s the smell of पान that he carries with him that lingers around for a long time even after he leaves marking his trail. Every time he leaves I go around my cabin with a room freshener (a li’l of exaggeration) I had to find a way or other to stop this disgusting behavior as it was unbearable to hear him speak with his mouth full of पान (half understood and half lost with his chewing) and the odor that mixes in the air that I breathe in. I know that this man realizes my disgust...

Continuing with the chocolate incidents, there is another one which is way too funny. When I was around 7 years old (I vaguely remember), we had a big green colored kitchen rack. That was like a store room of the house and I had seen mom keeping stuffs there. Once I sneaked into the kitchen with an intension to peek into the rack. I don’t remember where other families were at that time. The room was dark. I crawled to the rack at a snail’s pace being conscious not to make any sound. I slowly opened the rack and ran my eyes thoroughly at all the corners just in hope to find the chocolate jar. As I was scanning through, I spotted the jar. My happiness seemed no bound then (I still be happy to find a chocolate jar :D). I forwarded my hand to reach the jar when suddenly I felt a tap on my shoulder. “Oh Gosh, I am dead now” I thought but didn’t turn around. I felt a heavy pat now and a shrug. I opened my eyes and turned back. “Oh! Mom” I uttered. “Wake up, you need to be prepared for sch...

Every one of us must have craved for chocolates during our childhood and even today, and I was one of them. Among my siblings I was the one with the most desires for chocolates and I have some interesting mischievous chocolate incidents during childhoods. Though I was a good child and not that mischievous, once I did a mischief behavior. Even today when I share that incident it becomes a reason for good laugh at home. I was only six then when once an aunt of mine gifted us chocolates. As every other mother, my mom too gave us one piece each and kept the remaining in the top of a shelf so that none of us could reach to. As I have already announced myself to be mischievous for chocolates, it’s for sure I am going to mess up something. When everybody in the house was busy with their dailies, I quietly went and locked the room after me. The shelf was beside the windows which faced the corridor and a sofa was placed just below. I climbed up the sofa, and reached to the chocolates. But su...