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kathmandu
After the retirement from banking service in 2005 AD, chose to write poems many poems on online service and two poetry books published online from USA. Educated MA in political science. Country travelled Asian and European countries. Thailand, Bangladesh,India, Hongkong,Phillipines, England,France,German,Switzreland.
As flies in the sky ideologies in air
Are soaring up high falling down with rain
May be the power to protect from space is low
As attention to control mob
No way it become winning game
Hitting bullet in chest to follow blood
Develop culture solution for problem with dialogue
Don't think O brave and wise fellows
You will not loss in the game of row
All want peace and progress even in battlefield
Try to cast only love saving lives of humans
Those who died ruined himself and his family
clashes have always defeated no one will one.
Sep 12, 2015
Sep 12, 2015 at 11:58 PM UTC
As a satchel
As a new bought satchel
Life is for use of purpose
Distended and wizened
According to input
Volume of changes appear
As per need of man and object
Assessing well and bad
Comes and goes life in a sail
A meagre chance is not life
It rotates as planets and stars
However located far in the sky
Associates activity of high
Control is a channel most
To put into discipline each
As big sun dishes command
To universe and earth rich
As a steady of satchel’s cycle
Enriching with thousand things
Desert mind and perform jobs
World is for to be helpful.
Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 4:37 AM UTC
Tension Rose
I asked my little boy
Do you have tension guy?
He smiled and ran to play
Immediately shook head two ways.
I gleamed seeing him
He is not enough to understand
I know I joked with him for joy
He giggled with head reply.
Who gives tension I thought then
Decision stood being inverted
A class of reared situation in mind
Harms from others, and how to save.
Causes of disease and multiple death
With shock of failure and unsuccess
Dark grew in eyes even in day light
No way to escape from imprisonment.
Do not relate with unwise circumstances
And become master of your mind positively
Let it free to roam navigating world
Stay being glad and winning in all case.
Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 11:34 AM UTC
Missing words
Conversations which we made
Gave conclusions nodding head
Perhaps understanding between us
Had same range to generate
It was not a philosophical dialogue
Nor a monologue of prevention
In meeting was new mode and
Energetic multiple love approach
Surrender towards each other
To pass not only single life
Intake of words were complete
There were not missing words
A completion of trust and transit
Was not for juvenile freedom
Was maturity and confidence
If need to die million times
But the cause of fate dismantled
Hopes were shattered as wind in cloud
Feathery flash in mind eloped
Wedding with missing words
Knitted fabric thinly showed
Covered body transparently on
Bothered mind helplessly divert
Towards, space for missing words.
Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 9:00 AM UTC
Believe I am ruined
Habit of believing them
Always made me their followers
Even they proved thorn in rose many ways pricking other
Wanting or not wanting them
I sold my time further and further
Consequently, passing of era gave temple brown brother
Swallowing spit and even believing
Weightage of vote turned pale
Youths of both sexes decreased from my town brother
Couching in sofa their faces glow
As if almighty they are for all and for time
Consensus or process of opinion
Dying in my lap untimely brother
Believe I am ruined not having to drink pure water
Name of disease appears day by day
Killing numerous one after other
Town’s rumple in the evening and night
Tries to extract beautiful glamour
Poor they are even not know culture of death soaring hoard
Orphan children piles themselves
In my ruined town for sake of future
Certainly someday their turn of plight signals them come brother
Why a zero invention circles in me
Circumnavigating hopeless culture
When will those skyscrapers nod to salute my poor brother?
A class of enthusiasm and spirit glimpse
In the light of TV channel always
Programmer holding Mac to me and me like thousand brothers
Flown jets in the aerospace indicate
Dollars return bringing happiness for family
Suppressing heart by two hands see coffin’s of youth brother
Believe I am ruined in earth and space
Hesitantly seeing behave for soil, water and youths of village
Believe I am ruined seeing, leaving to respect youths’ spirit for.
Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 6:38 AM UTC