Fire & Ashes (III)

Between us
An uneasiness
For a long time

You cry for the thing
That I cannot give
I run, I hide

You linger
For the truth
I break the silence

Your emotional face
And your tearful voice
Urges me to swear

I cry within
You read my face
The cat is out of the bag at last

Bus arrived so soon
You wiped out the tears
But, they kept falling

I didn't like that crowded bus
No place for comfort
A tiring travel

The shedding tears
Blotted your eye shadows
You cried with a broken heart

I felt bad, so bad
You cried covering your face
Recalling the things said a while ago

So, I gave you
My shoulder to cry
To rest your burdened head

You loved sleeping
On my shoulder
I guessed so

You felt my heartbeats
I was at a loss for words sometimes
You listened to my every single word

I read your face
I hesitated to speak
The vehicle kept moving

You presented me the birthday gifts
Holding tears in your eyes
I captured that moment in my heart

You overwhelmed me
You had collected my poetry
You picked some of your favourites

Caravan of vehicles in front of us
The vehicle paused
Again a plenty of time to talk

The engine groaned
Still a sluggish pace of the bus
Our stations were still far

I made you cry
I calmed down your mind
I was a sinner and a sage

The vehicle stops
The road separates
I bid you goodbye

I whisper to you
Live for the moment
Who knows about tomorrows

Shadows of the night (Insomnia)

I startled
Body trembled
In the cold, cold night
My eyes were open wide
It was just the bad, bad dream
I closed the amazed eyes
In the stillness of night
The lips murmured
A sigh of relief

I opened my eyes
Again with a surprise

The ticks of clock are loud
In the errie stillness of silence

The face of the moon was gleaming
In the vastness of the dark, dark universe

The shadows of curtains crawl on the walls
They creep like a phatom of night in the dark

The night jabs its pitchy claws into the aching soul
I battle with the sleepless night & I know I can survive

Thought of the day

I have to survive through vicissitudes of days to come to get out of this hectic schedules, and I will be able to walk and breathe in the open terrain, though it demands much more hectic schedules. One thing I have learned during this time of life is that we have to lay down the burden if we want peace of mind. Freedom is within us. Freedom is a choice. It's on our hand. It's up to us what to choose.

Sparks

The cold night was silent.
Their silent faces were cold.
Their smouldering anguish
Touched the silent menace.

The Sparks inflamed a fire.
Tears could not extinguish.
Shouts could not diminish
The wild dance of inferno.

With the unshackled chains,
The unbridled horse clamoured,
Choked the silence, and abolished
The fences with its violence.

The walls were witnessing silently
To their futile commotions.
It left an aching void in their lives
That they just cannot deny.

Unexpressed

Like a mirage, I remained elusive,
And oft-times, irresponsive
and utterly freak!

You wanted me to feel your vibes,
But I wanted to melt your stubbornness.
I remained speechless, just like a calm lake,

Though I had so much things to say!
But, you're not willing to listen.
So, I talk to the void,

To myself,
To the silence,
And to the consequence!

Life moves on

Many fences and hurdles uncover as we walk,
Yet we survive from little joys that surpass
The uncertainties and entanglements of life.
Life moves on embracing darkness and lights.

The scars still remind us of the bruises of the past,
And the silence of petrifying nights, that still cast
The shadows of our lives, that we buried far behind.
Life moves on leaving the traces in a thin fine line.

We are all ageing, riding the roller-coasters of life,
and swimming on the river of happiness and strife.
Forgiveness healed many bonds, anger cracked some.
Life moves on understanding the human emotions.

There are many uncertainties; the paths are often chaotic.
People are not always the same, neither one can ever be...
Yet we strive with aspirations, this life teaches us lessons.
Life moves on struggling with the changing seasons.

A different me (2003-2009)

Faces: 6 years of working experience in the field of information technology, playing different roles ,  since September 2003-October 2009

Feeling uninspired

For what I am doing for a little money,
Barely for living, I am feeling uninspired,
As the aspirations are gradually dispersing,
Leaving a wilderness and a despair in my soul.

I feel apathetic in the mundane playground,
As I cannot find myself invigorating,
And I walk out dejectedly along the pavement,
Masking my frowning face on the busy street.

I craved for a mentor, a guiding light,
To find my way on the serpentine paths.
But I couldn't find the one, and I am
On a one-way hazy lane, drifting to nowhere.

I must stop feigning honestly that I am evolving,
With a vigour and a passion, to the world,
And most importantly, to myself...

Oh can't you see I am losing my heart and soul,
Instructing the soulless and man-made machine?

Fences come up with vengeance,
As the fate holds the keys.

Dreams and reality diverge undesirably.

Wandering around Bhaktapur

Taleju Bhawani Temple at Laiku

Below the 55 Windows Palace at Laiku

Phasi Dega Temple at Laiku

Swinging on the Dashain Ping (swing)

Na: Pukhu

People playing Langurburja, the traditional Nepali dice game

Bhairav Temple at Taumadhi

Curio shop at Taumadhi

Wooden wheels of the chariot, that is constructed during the Bisket Jatra (Nepali new year)

Nyata Pola (Five-tier pagoda) at Taumdhi

A rainy evening

The rain in the sunny afternoon

Siddha Pukhu (Pond)

A women and a girl, feeding the fishes at Siddha Pukhu

A women, enjoying the Dashain Ping

Snapshots

The contemplation

The escape

The astonishment

The desolation

The fate

The comfort

The crawl

Photos: Vijay Shrestha