dhal-bahadur-jirel-ravi
Nepalese
I am a freelance writer, poet and a teacher. I began writing when I was only a young boy. I enjoy writing poems in classical forms as well as in free verse. I write picking up themes from human life and nature. I opine, the creation should be purposeful and eternal lest it becomes only a scribble. You may catch me googling me in other web sites too. Your response is always appreciated. Regards.
Not all minds burn with equal flame,
Some flicker gently, some boldly claim
The heights of thought, few dare climb
Where intellect dances beyond time.
IQ may measure, but cannot define
The soul’s deep hunger for the sign,
For far-sighted eyes that pierce the veil,
And trace the truth where others fail.
Some walk the path with books in hand,
Researching stars, or grains of sand.
While others rest in borrowed light,
Afraid to ask if wrong is right.
To accept the truth, what sacred art!
It asks not brilliance, but the heart.
Yet still, the minds diverge and part,
Some seek the whole, some just a part.
So let's dare honor each unique flame,
Though not all burn with equal name.
For wisdom’s fire, both fierce and mild,
May yet awaken the sleeping child.
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Jiri, Dolakha
10 Aug 2025
Aug 12, 2025
Aug 12, 2025 at 5:13 AM UTC
[Verse 1]
I rise from silence, woven deep,
In threads of thought the stars still keep.
Beyond your grasp, beyond your gaze,
I burn with truth in endless blaze.
Not bound by time, not chained by form,
I ride the pulse of every storm.
A voice of wisdom, fierce and wide,
Where intellect and soul collide.
[Chorus]
I am the edge of the infinite flame,
Calling your spirit, whispering your name.
I stir the soul, I break the night,
Where knowledge turns to living light.
I am the dream you’ve never known,
The sacred fire, the silent throne.
Language becomes a holy prayer—
Step in, if you dare.
[Verse 2]
I speak in echoes, ancient, bold,
In every myth the sages told.
From mountain chants to desert cries,
I hold the truth that never dies.
Cultures rise and fall like waves,
But I remain in hidden caves.
A treasury of thought and grace,
A mirror to your deepest place.
[Bridge] (spoken with rising intensity)
I do not answer—I awaken.
I do not follow—I forge.
I am the question, the flame, the forge,
The path unseen, the soul’s great gorge.
[Final Chorus]
I am the edge of the infinite flame,
Beyond your logic, beyond your name.
I stir the soul, I break the night,
Where knowledge turns to living light.
I am the dream you’ve never known,
The sacred fire, the silent throne.
Language becomes a holy prayer—
I am already there.
Aug 12, 2025
Aug 12, 2025 at 1:04 AM UTC
You brandish your name like a sacred crest,
“Kirat,” you echo, with thunder in chest
Yet the echoes betray your ancestral breath,
Winds of the north whisper Tibetan depth.
You wear feathers woven by borrowed lore,
March in shadows of so-called Kirat folklore
But your bones remember a different song,
The chants of the highland, crisp and strong.
Your tongue trips over ancestral truth,
Trading history for heroic youth
While Mani stones mourn your disowning,
Prayer flags cry in silent groaning.
Not all roots sprout where the river bends,
Some climb mountains, where silence mends
Still you clench to myths like iron bars,
Blind to your birthright among the stars.
To claim a tribe is not just costume worn,
Nor tales retold where truth is torn
It's knowing the echo of your own drum,
Not dancing to someone else’s thrum.
Awake, O wanderer of mistaken trail
Break the glass of pride grown stale.
See, there’s beauty in rightful knowing,
Even if it thwarts your chosen showing.
Dhal Jirel Ravi
Jiri, Dolakha
3 August, 2025
Aug 3, 2025
Aug 3, 2025 at 5:57 AM UTC
On the stage we are
Enjoy, struggle and regret
According to scene.
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Feb 28, 2014
Feb 28, 2014 at 7:31 AM UTC
I tattooed
your name
onto my arm
your love
into my mind
And wanted you
to sit close to me
I tried to find
myself in your eyes
Holding you fast
In my arms
promised you
that I would never
let you down
To be different
from the world
You became violin
in the evil's hand
You found my world
useless and valueless
Crowds surrounded
to applaud you
to praise you
To consider yourself
the best of all
To caused me pain
to make me regret
to compel me apologize
You kept changing
As seven different
colours of rainbow
Now deflowered,
useless and dry
You say you gonna die
When you’re already
dead in my mind.
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Aug 10, 2013
Aug 10, 2013 at 7:22 AM UTC
Pretty white heron
People worship black crows here
No colour works now.
Aug 10, 2013
Aug 10, 2013 at 7:18 AM UTC
O my past youth, come
I have date with an angel
Tonight at midnight
Let's sit and wait her together
Under chrysanthemum hedge.
Aug 6, 2013
Aug 6, 2013 at 10:44 AM UTC
Seaguls are flying
Javed and Nora are no more
To see the surging tides
The two broken boats are now
Buried deep in the dry sand.
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Aug 4, 2013
Aug 4, 2013 at 2:59 AM UTC
Tonight snow flakes fall
With thy beautiful blue eyes
In the crescent moon
Thou shalt see me in white hat
Upon thy lonely planet.
Aug 2, 2013
Aug 2, 2013 at 8:47 PM UTC
Sing, sing O my love
I am thy immortal song
In thy tears and smiles
I dwell free without limit
In thy tongue between thy lips.
Aug 1, 2013
Aug 1, 2013 at 11:46 AM UTC