त्यो  बेला थियो, जब म नेपाली थिएँ !
छर-छिमेकमा सबै नेपाली थियौं,
नेपाली हुनु हाम्रो गर्व थियो
रातो र चन्द्र सुर्य हाम्रो पहिचान
चार जात अनि छत्तीस वर्ण
पुर्व मेची देखि पश्चिम महाकाली
हिमाल पहाड तराई, हामी सबै नेपाली
कोहि छैन पराइ !
अनि आए नेता रुपी ब्वाँसाहरु !
कोहि संसद, कोहि सडक अनि कोहि जंगलबाट
मुलुकको मुहार फेर्ने झुटो नाटक मन्चन गर्दै
१५००० बढी निर्दोष नेपालीलाइ  बलिको  बोको  बनाइ
ससक्त  युवा शक्तिलाइ विदेशिने बाटो देखाएर
मुलुक आज साम्प्रदायिक खाडलमा खसाल्दै छन्
राष्ट्रीयताको ढोंग रचेर
अराजकताको नाङ्गो नाच नाचिरहेछन यहाँ
नत यिनलाई लाज छ नत कुनै सरम
राष्ट्रीयता आज विस्तारबाद सामु झुकी सक्यो
खै तिमीहरुले बुझेको मर्म !!


परजीवी जस्तै मुलुकलाई डसेर तिमीले चार बर्ष
स्वार्थ पुरा गर्यौ आफ्नो
तर अहिले गल्ति सबै अरुको, अनि
तिमीहरु पनि माथि को ओभानो
दाजु-भाईलाई जात-जातमा फुटाई
हिन्दु, बौद्ध अनि मुसलमानको आत्मियतालाई टुटाई
जुन जातियताको राजनीति गर्यौ तिमीले
अक्षम्य  अपराध हो यो, लाग्ने छ आँसु आमाको


खै के भनू म अरु यँहा, निशब्द छु अहिले
तर एक दिन आउने छ,
जो इतिहाँस मा लेखिने छ
तिमिले गरेका सबै पाप र दुस्कर्म को हिसाब हुने छ
गरेका गल्ति लाई आत्म ग्लानी गरि अघि बढ कपुत हरु हो समय हुँदै
नत्र ! त्यो दिन अब टाढा छैन
जब हाम्रो शोक अनि सक्ति....आक्रोश मा बदलिने छ
तब तिमि हरु ले एक मुट्ठी सास अनि एक घुट्को पानी भन्न पाउने छैनौ !!

We may have had  plenty of Revolutions in the History of our Nation. But what we really need at this moment is an Intellectual Revolution. Changing the name of a System doesn't make the big deal when the Rulers are the same with the same old mentality. May God bless us all Nepalese to overcome smoothly form this kinds of Political Crisis and many critical conditions in our society.  

ओहो! त्यो त संबिधान पो रहेछ !!

मध्यांतर पछिको समय
उ आउला भन्ने आशामा
पर्खेर बसीरहें
न त कुनै पत्र
न त कुनै फोन
टाढा कोही रोएको
सुनिन्थ्यो कोही कराएको
सेतो बस्त्र बाँसमा लपेटिएको
बोकर हिड्दै थिए मान्छेहरु
कुटिल मुस्कान ओठमा
आफैले जन्माएर
आफैले रेटेको रे
कस्को लाश होला भनेर
टोलाउदै थिएँ म
ओहो! त्यो त संबिधान पो रहेछ

मेरो मातृभूमि: नेपाल

सुन्दर-शान्त-विशाल
मुटुभन्दा प्यारो
मेरो देश नेपाल
सोचमग्न छु
परदेश भूमिमा बसेर
छटपटी हुन्छ
एक घुट्को सोमरस पिउँछु
घाउहरू चर्चराउँछन्
लामो सर्को धुँवा उडाउँछु
शितल हुन्छ
सुकेका छैनन्
अझै रगतका टाटाहरू
रोकेका छैनन
टुहुरा लाला-बाला
अनि
बिधुवाका भक्कानोहरू
फुलेका छैनन लाली-गुराँस
उम्रेका छैनन बनमाराहरू
रिसको आभेसले झटारो हान्यो
भर गिलास सोमरसले मिटाइ दिए
लामो सर्को तानेर धुँवामा उडाइ दिए
कहिले जङल पसेर
कहिले शहर बसेर
बिकासको बत्ती
झ्याप्प-झ्याप्प निभायौं
न बस्न दियौ
त बाँच्न दियौ
युवा शक्ती बिदेश भगायौ
कन्सिरी तातेर आयो
एक घुट्कोमा बोतल रित्याए
एक श्वासमा खिल्ली सिद्याए
सोमरसले घुमाएको हो कि
धुँवाले उडाएको
आधा-बिहोसिमा बरबराएछु
राष्ट्रनायकहरू हो !
मेरो देश आज
चिहानमा सुतेको छ

Happiness: a Journey not a Destination

Things only heard now  I want to feel.

"For a long time it had seemed to me that life was about to begin. But there was always some obstacle in the way, something to be gotten through first, some unfinished business, time still to be served, a debt to be paid. Then life would begin. At last it dawned on me that these obstacles were my life."

This perspective has helped me to see that there is no way to happiness. Happiness is the way.

So, treasure every moment that you have. And treasure it more because you shared it with someone special, special enough to spend your time ... and remember that time waits for no one ...

So stop waiting until you finish school

until you go back to school

until you lose ten pounds

until you gain ten pounds

until you have kids

until your kids leave the house

until you start work

until you retire

until you get married

until you get divorced

until Friday night

until Sunday morning

until you get a new car or home

until your car or home is paid off

until spring, until summer

until fall ... until winter

until you are off welfare

until the first or fifteenth

until your song comes on

until you've had a drink

until you've sobered up

until you die

until you are born again

to decide that there is no better time than right now to be happy

Happiness is a journey ... not a destination!!

- by Crystal Boyd 

ILLUSION of Love

Abudhabi: UAE International Airport. International Terminal.

Love is just an illusion,
Once you enter, there's hardly any solution,
It is just a game of mind
Wake up and see what you left behind.

 Wishing that someone is all mine,
Definitely, just a waste of time.
Some feel without him/her I will die,
Trust yourself dude!! you will survive.

 Long distance relation, full of imagination,
Better use your brain for other creation.
Holding hand and walking in rain,
Few happy moments and lots of pain.

 Beside love there are other things to focus,
Do not turn yourself into a carcass.
Spending life together is all that about!!!
Then why its full if jealousy, betray, and doubt.

 Movies, Novels, and other sources we hear,
Use your logic to overcome emotional affair.
Love,..LoVe,..LOVE..what the HECK is love.???
greeting, kisses and dating....beside it there is nothing above.......

The momentary Glimpse

the Bleeding HEART !!

The Flying Horse :) 

Once upon a time in the Past was gone Crazy with HAIR !!

At Frankfurt International Airport. :) with beloved ones.

sometimes even the Floor of Library turns Colorful. 

Alien Light on the Street. :D

Utilizing the rest Time :D Medical books are so boring. 

:)

Blieskastel; I just remembered Dolakha, heaven where I born. :)

Saarbrucken: a city of light and night is just awesome here when you have a good company.

Reflection: mirror never lies.

Actually I have written this ...long long ago. If I am not wrong, I wrote this most probably in 2006 during my High-schooling. And I think it worth to be shared here in this Blog. So here it goes....

"If I had a flower for every time I thought of you... I could walk through my garden forever."

 Laying under the stars, Angels crying ....Blood coming from my broken heart,....tears in my eyes,...memories in my mind...it was to hard to say good bye.....so young me and already tired of life.. Destruction are not always noisy as bombs exploding...sometime the ultimate catastrophes are as quiet as feather falling on the ground......no one else can really hear your heart breaking except you...it is the sound of you curled upon a tiny ball and crying softly in the night, the sound of regret pounding inside your brain with every heartbeat, it is the soundtrack of memories torturing you,..it is the sound of a telephone that doesn´t ring,...the sound of first unwanted teardrop touching your skin,...it is the suffling of feet walking away from you,...the sound of your soul shattering into a million pieces at recognizing the word "GOODBYE". It is the unrelenting plaintive baby meows of an abandoned kitten outside an ignoring door. It is not easy getting up on our feet after crippling fall but there is no other way but to stand up and move on. Life is a chain, that all of us go through, falling in love, getting hurt and vowing not to love again...promising not to love again and becoming miserable all our lives. They say only time can heal the wounds of broken heart. That time makes it easier to accept the loss of the people we love, when we close our eyes and listen to the echoes of our heart.....we all fall in love and there are times that we love so much, ...that we lose ourselves in our own emotions....we may have lost it but the again..!§% we have to say goodbye to the feelings we wanted to stay with us for ever,....let us not wave our hands with a heavy heart for love..will have to set its wings free and should find a place where it belongs to.We should not hold it in our hands for we may never find the strength to let it go when it decides to leave. But if it doesn't, then we should never let our lives taken by it for life should not end where heartaches begin. love will always be as it always has been silent, mysterious and deeply profound. But love is only a gift given to us. We should only embrace its warmth and glow while it lasts and then freely open our hearts when it is the time to say goodbye. We by mistake have looked at love as need to be fulfilled....its our fault that we fall in love.