Batwrites

He doesn't need a couch or a pillow, He will have them wherever he goes, Deep into reflection, resting head against the wall, Memories flash, but he cannot have them in his arms. He walks through the same congested blacktop, His yearnings are falling steadily like raindrops, For people, rain is a beautiful scene to mark, For him, sunshine is like his shadow in the dark. Beside walks his entangled shadow, He is seen mourning in his meadow, He gets replied from his inner heart, Even in the present he couldn't apart from the past. He encounters the feeling of impending doom, Behind the merry face, he is wearing the merest mask of gloom, He swallows his feelings before others, Since no one wants to listen to what he suffered. His blue sky is now no more clear, Things are always not the same as they appear, It was long before he lived incongruity, Today life has shown him utmost disparity, People are resented, scorned, and unheard, Till their body is buried under, One must bury the

साथी; सुन्दै मन प्रफुल्लित हुने यो शब्द , कठिन अवस्थाको आश्रय यो शब्द, जीवनमा एक्लोपनको आभास हटाइदिने यो शब्द, गन्तव्यको सहयात्री यो शब्द, विश्वासको पात्र यो शब्द, स्मृतिको भेल यो शब्द । खै ? कुन शब्दले यो साथी शब्दको बयान गरु? यो शब्द यति विशेष छ कि यो शब्दको जति बयान गरे पनि म थकित हुने छैन । सोच्नुस् त शब्दले नै यति श्रेष्ठता बोध गर्दछ भने यो शब्दको पछाडि जो व्यक्ति छ उसको तपाईंको जीवनमा कति महत्त्व होला । तर मलाई कहिले काँही डर लाग्छ यो शब्दबाट । यो पनि बत्ती मुनिको अँध्यारो जस्तै हो कि । प्रश्न उठ्छ "असलमा मेरो साथी को हो ?" सोच्ने गर्छु साथी भनिएका जो जति व्यक्तिहरू छन् के साँच्चै तिनीहरू मेरा साथी हुन् र? कतै मैले आफ्नै खुट्टामा बन्चरो हनिराको त छैन? सोच्छु, आफैलाई प्रश्न गर्छु "एउटा अपरिचित व्यक्ति केही क्षणको वाक्य आदन प्रदान गर्दैमा मित्र हुन्छन्?" यदि यसो हो भने म जीवनमा साथीको कल्पना समेत गर्दिनँ । कति सोजो छौँ है हामी । साथी शब्द मै साथ छ तर पनि यात्राको क्रममा दुई वाक्य साट्दैमा उसलाई हामी साथी भन्छौँ । के साथ दुई वाक्यको हो र ? सधैँ आफ्नो लागि मात्र स

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  Hold my hands one last time, Like when we have steep rise to climb, It's always radiant to have you nearby, When it's about walking under the night sky, Even when walking on the dark empty road, My pint up emotions could not explode, Fill the spaces between my fingers by yours, We’ll walk over dry leaves again for hours. Look into my eyes one last time, Let concealment be poured into our heart for some time, When your gliding hair hinders my goal, I’ll lift it from your eyes and look into your soul, Your eyes evoke myriad memories, Hiding elegant smile for me, Inside them, you cache a paradise, For a person so dear it's hard to say goodbye. Come and sit beside me one last time, We'll share the memories of an unfading time, Rest your head over my shoulder, Let the evening get darker and colder, Feel how the breeze caresses our faces, They remind of those old familiar places, In this perfect moment, speak using those lovely eyes, For I want to share my feelings hidden

Sometimes I laugh upon myself, Sometimes I wonder about other, Some are chirping  for empty inbox, While some for empty stomach.   Where is the meaning of it, Where is the humanity, When you laugh seeing a person falling, When your hands move forward only after laughing has been complete.   How ignoble  has been the emotions, How ex travagant  the empathy, What is the meaning of that sympathy, Commenting on Facebook's post with mediocrity.   I am a foolish person I know that, But people don't laugh at me cause they all are, Isn't it foolishness to want to be young in childhood, And to want childhood after being grown up.   Who said humans are the most s ane creature , Ask them the list of things and people they love, Ask them their first love, They will miss them in one and parents in another.   Why do people always recall same thing or person, Having the intention to forget them , They name it the act of running away, But always thinking of same, how could they.   The prob

Though we might not remember the day we met, We might have talked through eyes; I guess, We didn’t know each others name to take, Here today, we don’t need words to express. Although not my birthday I received a gift, The most precious one; your friendship, I want to share every glimpse with you, For you are a friend so true. In your lonely days having creepy views, Remember I will be there standing by you, I ran to you when things were tough, Never forget my hand when things will be rough. We have absurd memories to recall, Your friendship when my back was on the wall, You are the friend I count on for advice, The company of your is a paradise. You interrupted me whenever I was wrong, We argued and fought all day long, You became my base whenever I tripped, Our words might but heart will never conflict. I wanted to thank you my friend, But sorry for I couldn't explain, I wish to god, oh my beloved friend, May this friend

सायद ज्ञानको थलो भएर होला, सबैले मन्दिर भन्छन यसलाई, तर मैले त प्रकृतिमै भेटे ज्ञानको खोला, पहिलो शब्द सिकाउने आमाबुबालाई छोडेर भगवान् भन्नु कसलाई।। मेरो लागि त जीवन खेलको मैदान थियो, अनि अपरिचित भेट्ने चौतारी, घरपछि यहीँ ठाउँमा बाले ज्ञानको दियो, ज्ञान प्राप्त गर्न यहीँ आए धेरै पटक भौतारी ।। ज्ञान मात्र होइन असल मित्र पनि पाए, मानवता हरायो होला भनेको यथार्थ शिक्षकहरुले सिकाए, पहिलो पटक रुँदै आएको स्मृति नयनमा आए, यहाँ बिताएका अविस्मरणीय क्षणहरु मनमा सजाए ।। गृहकार्य नगर्दा हुन्थ्यो अनेक माफी, अनि शिक्षकले प्रश्न सोध्दा उड्ने हाम्रो होस्, तर बकवास भए पनि उत्तर सिकाउन हुन्थे साथी, असल मित्रहरू पाएर समाप्त भयो मेरो खोज ।।

Listen to the roar of cloud, Heed the cry of it, Even among the companion of untold friends, Solitude has never left it. Sometimes it dances with euphoria, In the setting of sky, Look! How beautiful is the pattern, Like the army marching in a line. Either it is posing for a photo, Or opening a magical chest, The flash so bright and the closing of shutter, Like a lion going to have a bite. It might be living in an ancient age, As it is black and white, Since it cannot fathom our signs, It is such a stubborn child. Rolls along with the wind, Forsooth it is it's best friend, Always comes together, Like a new born baby with it's innocent cry. People's heart fills with pleasure, When they see it cry, But when it doesn't seem to stop, People bear the wildest agony. Look! How beautiful the cloud, Bright, as sun has been it's crown, Feels like

No matter how good is your vocabulary, You will never find the word to express this misery. Everyone has to confront this not only once, But time and again in life as you advance. To utter a word shivered his heart, To speak even a word his lips couldn't apart. Think about the next if the first is so tough, To urge that word his strength wasn't enough. It was the last day of their gathering, Slowly they were approaching the time for scattering. Past memories reflected in his eyes, How couldn't the immense love arise? The most outspoken was dumb, His heart was beating like madman on a drum. So called bold was also shy, He could do nothing but cry. It was the first time all together but silent, Tears falling like stream so violent. The most scary whiteboard became pleasing, Everything appeared appealing while leaving. Everyone departed with souvenir of their friends, Thinking about memories together they spent. Even afte

Far from the city, there is a village, Where people don't erect walls between houses, People wake up along with the sweet song of birds, Which carries melody and euphony like the message from Lord, Far from the city, there is a village, A divine place where nature rests. Far from the desert, there is a forest, An undulating place where nature breathes, An ideal place to appreciate mother nature, Where a poet wants to cover every inch of it in a paper, Far from the desert, there is a forest, A pristine art of nature; flawless. Far from the glacier, there is a river, Every time new yet always there, Hides dark might in its hush flow, Advancing steadily without any fixed place to go, Far from the glacier, there is a river, Takes different forms as it wanders. Far from the turbulence, there is solitude, Where no other voice is louder than that of you, A peerless time to search for self, In this journey, there is none you can seek for help, Far from the turbulence, there is solitude,