Gray, Smoke and End!!

Its a gray day  of fall, sun has become weak, every life is cold, vapors  are steaming up from the cup of hot coffee and the smoke coming out of the cigarette is forming different artistic shapes on her table. And here she is sitting motionlessly in front of her pen and notebook, stiff and lifeless just  like statue. Its been ages that she hasn't touched her pen and the notebook. She is still wondering what made her so busy that she almost forgot writing. The thing she is pretty sure about is that she has forgotten what fun is. She has forgotten to have fun, to enjoy and to be excited. God, she is not like what she was before in anyways. She's still pondering  about what killed her excitement and enthusiasm so badly. May be the situations around her made her so emotionless that she hardly care about anything these days. She is staring at the cigarette and watching how it is slowing ending up into ashes and smoke and that steaming hot cup of coffee has now already become cold. She is still thinking hard and trying hard to find out the reason why her feelings about everything changed so abruptly. her mind is void ad she cannot concentrate on what she is thinking right now. She is not finding any words to put down on that paper its like she's lost, like she's falling deep down into abyss.

Outside the window of the moving bus

Bus is moving smoothly, sometimes bumping

Through the roads of the plains

Not a short journey

It’s a thirteen hours ride

It’s a month of December

And the day is cold

Sun is behind the clouds

Its appearance is as of the silver coin

Sometimes thin rays of the sun fall on the earth

Thick fog is accompanying the clouds

Most of the passengers are asleep

Old Bollywood songs are coming out of the stereo

Outside the window

I can see the beauty of the plains

There I can see empty paddy fields

Haystacks in the shape of small huts

Green sugarcane fields and

Yellow mustard fields

Farmers still working despite of cold

My eyes are getting heavy

My thoughts are drifting with the cold air

Ahead I can see the road so straight

Slowly my vision is getting blur

Slowly my eyelids cover my world

When I was travelling in my virtual world

The bus is taking to my actual destination

Beauty and the beast

She was like a morning ray of sun 

Spreading warmth and light to all the souls

She was the purest beauty of all

For her any man could easily fall

She was happy, pretty and the best

And then the time came, she met the beast

Beast was mean, furious and cold

Then that was the beginning of the greatest story ever told

Uncivilized beast was turning soft and decent

Beauty was devoted to turn him into human

Ignition of love was already warming his cold heart

And the beauty was dreaming of his already from the start

Now the beast was calm, gentle and caring

One fine evening together they had the dancing

In the moment of bliss, they had the kiss

Beast had kissed his true love, so he was free from the curse

In front of beauty standing there was handsome prince

Shower of happiness and love, they were beauty and the beast!!

One of my wish!!!

It is known to all that we should first dream to fulfill our dream. Every other youth in the world, wishes the things to be in his/her way and so do I. I was born in this city and I’ve grown seeing the city change. The city has changed so much since I’ve known this city and I do not like the trend of its change.

Due to the rapid immigration of the people from rural area to the city area, the population of this city has increased much in this past decade. The population growth is the main reason for the rapid and unmanaged urbanization long with its consequences. The agricultural land of the Kathmandu valley is turning into the residential areas with buildings mushrooming day by day. And the increasing pollution has degraded the aesthetic value of the city. The city which was once known as city of gods and temples is not very far from getting the tag of “City of garbage and waste”.

And I don’t want my city to be like that. I want my city to be managed and clean and model for other cities. To make the city beautiful and clean, I feel that there should be less pollution. It’s not only the government responsibility to manage the waste but also the citizens. We cannot transform the face of the city from its present condition to a new and improved one. But we can take little steps to check our behavior and make ourselves more aware about not contributing to any form of pollution and damage to the environment. We can also spread awareness to the people who are close to us.

We’ve grown in the world where small contribution are belittled and it’s not any fault of the beholder why they shouldn’t. Effortlessly, human beings are considered intellectual at superlative degree or are we? We have garnered enough ideas to live in comfort. However, is this enough? May be a little thinking would be nice. You know; walk a little, throw garbage at specific place and save the environment where we let our domicile stand at. There is absolutely nothing to prove. It’s just that “Live and let live”. Being nice is good but acting responsibly is what defines maturity. I hope this speech didn’t oblige you all but I actually care and want all of you to take care of our environment building a better city. On the other hand, it’s only a wishful thinking. 

Girl under the RED umbrella

Night was silent and dark

Black clouds overshadowed the moon

Darkness was reigning over the world

Heavy rain pouring down

There was a girl under the red umbrella

Walking fast along the dark alleys

She was on her way back home

Little late than the yesterdays

Her eyes were alert checking every dark corner

Her heart pounding, legs to sprint

One hand is gripping the umbrella

Other turned into tight fist

She’s been praying all the way long

Feeling foreign to her own neighborhood

Just one wish is all she wants right now

To get home safely and all good

Every girl in town becomes this particular girl

The girl under the red umbrella

No girl can enjoy her freedom like boys always do

No alley, no street, no neighborhood is safe for her

Now the girl under the red umbrella is strong enough

She is brave and ready to fight back

Every girl under the red umbrella should rise

Against those stares, those creeping hands and shameless talk

LOST

Up roaring noises in my head

Shouting against each other

Here I am in the corner so dark

Blinded by the black clouds of thoughts

Trying to fall asleep

But something has taken hold of my dreams

A pair of red eyes, sullen and dry

Staring up into the emptiness of sky

Parched lips, heavy breathing and pounding heart

Exhausted and wounded

Trying to lighten up, clear my vision

Bewildered with the directions up ahead

Wishing my guardian angel were here for me

Take me out of my misery and pain

Rescue me and save me from this cruel world

Take me away to the happy land!!

So long 2011, 2012 is here for me..

It feels like yesterday that I, along with some of my friends had cut the cake and cheered up with the clink sound of our glasses welcoming the year 2011 and tonight is the last night of 2011. After the midnight, the most awaited year (at least for me), 2012 will kick-start.

Now, facing my back towards the winter sun, the last day of 2011, 31^st December, I am deep down within my thoughts searching for those past 364 days of 2011. It seems like 2011 passed in a blink of an eye, changing my life, my feelings, my vision and even my perceptions for this world and its belongings.

As the cool and gentle breeze is playing with my hair, memories are now hitting back to my head. Things that I did and that happened to me are slowly coming back but in pieces. I have to rearrange all those pieces to memorize the whole year. I know it will be pretty tough so I choose not to do so instead I will try to make those pieces the precious ones. Also not to forget, I should further crush some of those pieces into fine powder so that the breeze of time will take it away from me.

Like everyone else’s 2011, my 2011 also embrace of good times and bad times, happy times and sad times, tears and joy, frustration and excitement, achievement and failure, friends and enemies and so on. With all those bad times, failure, frustration and tears, 2011 has given me the new lessons so that I can overcome those things easily in the coming years. Happy times are just the additional tabs for the memories to be cherished; achievements are the encouragement and new friends for life.

Already the 2011 has come to an end and just final few hours are remaining for the year to be 2012. It has been said that the world will come to an end in 2012. Once I prayed that world to meet its end so that everything would be finished with it. But now I don’t want that, the only thing I want is 2012 to be more beautiful than any past year of my life and I hope it will be. I will be graduated this year, I will have some more decisions to take, I have to complete the things I started in 2011, I have to say hello to the people to whom I have said goodbye in 2011, I should forget all the things that make me feel low, I have to move on and carry on and many more things in 2012.

When the sun will rise tomorrow morning, I wish the first rays of 2012 will light up my whole year ahead. I don’t want my 2012 to be like my 2011because I want more than that. I just expect that 2012 has more happiness, love, luck and success in store for me. Also I am ready for the challenges that it is planning to dare me. I am excited for the familiar hellos once again and preparing my head and heart for few more goodbyes. Above all, I am ready for the farewell of 2011 and the welcome of yours, New Year 2011. Welcome!!