Whom I never saw
Whom I never feel
But
still, everything exists!
Trust to Love
Faith to Happiness
And connected in dots after dots
Days to Night
text to voice
feelings after feelings
are
Awesome!
I never thought
I never Dream
I could add small happiness in your smile in your lips
I could add something in your feelings
Life is up and down
It doesn't matter,
The age that you've turned
These candles and memories,
you certainly have earned
Another year,
I hope that it's kind
With warmth in your heart,
and peace in your mind
Happy birthday,
may another chapter begin.
Follow your heart,
and always you'll win.
Apr 10, 2017
Apr 10, 2017 at 1:28 AM UTC
“The function of education is to teach one to think intensively and to think critically. Intelligence plus character - that is the goal of true education.” - Martin Luther King, Jr.
I remember the first day of my class, when my teacher taught degree is part of your bright future!
I wonder how sheet of paper could define my life
How 3 hours of exam tells me who am I?
I wonder why life is all between GPA and Grades
I forget to laugh, Things left unsaid,
Experiences not lived,
Friends not much made.
Incomplete!
Class were between accountancy and theory,
Derivatives to Risk
Is all what I had supposed to believe?
Again I was puzzled,
Difference between a classroom and a plantation of time
Struggle between patient and constellations
Aspiration to Inspiration
Trying to connect the dots
After dots
I was failure
When my teachers taught in the classroom about calculation
Mom she was there saying me son failure are huge success of engine of innovation
Each day that passes
I only see more darkness
Too many feel the need to suppress
Anger, lies and distress
Seasons never change
this cycle comes with age
Here's to a new beginning
Pasts don't matter
Become who you want to be
Leave it all behind
Go live your life
Go find happiness
Be what you truly want to be
But don't forget
Generation with Generation needs us with Education is no equalizer
Raise your voice
Sky is not the limit. It is only the beginning.
Sep 14, 2016
Sep 14, 2016 at 10:38 PM UTC
If I could sing, I’d sing a song
Filled with love and praise,
Using notes and melody,
Musical bouquets...
If I could paint, with brush strokes I
Could show you how I feel;
With colors, light and texture,
I'd prove my love is real.
If I could fly, I’d soar so high
Grazing heaven above,
Trailing a giant banner:
You are the one I love!
I can’t do those, but I can do this:
I can hug you tight and say,
I hope your birthday is the best,
A joy-filled pleasure buffet!
Dedicated to you!!!
20 October 2015
Oct 20, 2015
Oct 20, 2015 at 12:19 AM UTC
You Me and Poetry
When I saw your face
Then I read you
Since then
I am your dream
And you are my Imagination
Creation, fabrication
And birth of poetry with invention
I have been trailing you behind
Following your footsteps
And stepping on your footprints
Knowing that you
You remain so do I
Poetry remain so do we
©Saujan Gyawali
14 April 2015
Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 9:47 AM UTC
मेरो देश अस्त ब्स्त
अनि
यही देशले भविषयको कर्णधार भनेर सम्बोधन गर्ने युवाहरु
Who_will_be_my_Valentine भन्दैमा मस्त
Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 6:31 AM UTC
God,
I’ve heard
You exist thousands and thousands miles away from me
Somewhere in the Universe
So, I prayed you last time
You! Listen it
Created a beautiful person to me
Happiness was precious gift
Smile was best part
Feeling was Amuse
Moments were Incredible
That you gave it to me
But Today,
I am writing you a letter
Instead of praying
Dear God,
Please change the whole solar system to,
Me
Not a day after Night
Weeks after Month
Months after Year
Years after Decade
Decades after Century
Which I’d suffered a lot
Change it to
Happiness after Satisfaction
Smile after tight Hug
Feelings after Love
Moments after Moments
Because
You had already given me 3 words
“Distance” “Missing” and “Tears”
as a gift with Her!!!
©Saujan Gyawali
7 January 2015
Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 5:45 AM UTC
मेरी आमाको हात
मेरी आमा
मेरो बाबाको सबेरै उठाउँने
Alarm Clock
बिहान्भरी भन्सामा नाचेर
धुप बालेर
घन्टिको टिन टिन आवज सगै
छोराको हातमा मोबाईलको साथमा
अनि
बाबाको पत्रीकाको साथमा
चियाको कप पुराईदिने
मेरी आमा
मिठो काउलिको तरकारी
घिउले झानेको दाल
हरियो पोशिलो साग
अनी तातो तातो माम
तयार गर्ने
मेरी आमा
मिनेट र घण्टाको सुई हेरेर
अली अलि सिरिङ्गगार गरेर
दुई गास माम
टप्प टिपेर अफिस जाने
मेरी आमा
हप्ताको शनिबार
कुम्भकर्ण सँग चयालेन्ज गर्न ग्वार ग्वार सुतिराखेको म
अनि
आमाको त्यो हातको रातो चुरा छन छन
गरेर बज्दा ब्युजिन्छु
फेरी आर्को हप्तालाई थाती राख्छु
कुम्भकर्ण लाईहराउने सपना
लम्पसार परेका लुगामा डल्लो सबुन लाई
नाथे टुक्रा टुक्रा हुँदा सम्म रगडेका
मेरी आमाको हात
अनी मेरो बाबालाई मन नप्र्ने
मेरी आमाले Vaseline Intensive Total Moisture Careले चिल्लो परेको हात
मेरी आमाको हात
©सौजन ज्ञवाली
1 January 2015
Jan 1, 2015
Jan 1, 2015 at 6:41 AM UTC
A year was started with facebook status
“2014 please be good”
Quite excited
Quite happy
Quite nervous
And…!!!
Journey started with January
Purposed was rejected on February
Wrong date was marked on March
Achievement of doing great work was celebrated on April
Movies, Music and Learning poetry on May
Coffee coffee and after coffee
It was called a day
Unexpected girl purposed me for date on that day
June was remain silent completely silent
I was wonder with beautiful sound of violent
July,
Fiction story, poetry and music
Enjoying **** at middle of the night
That was what I managed sight by sight
August,
Simply a great
Awarded by United Nation
Called as public speaker on the Nation
Twenty First birthday celebration
She was there for my
Inspiration
Motivation
A word heard “I love you”
I still remember
Thank you September…!!!
Cried cried and cried
Finally understood value of tears
Afraid about affairs
Lots of pressure
Questioned about
Will you be with me forever…???
Its fuckng October
I’ve mention ever
One evening rain on November
I was wonder
With glimpse of beauty of nature
Suddenly looked into my mom face
Found it
She is the most beautiful creature
Never seen ever
And
How could I forget?
My Mom’s birthday
On that November
December,
In the last days of December in these cold and darkened nights,
My mind still finds its way to you,
Looking for the light.
©Saujan Gyawali
1 January 2015
Jan 1, 2015
Jan 1, 2015 at 5:46 AM UTC
Today’s Universe marked as
Shortest day on this planet
And longest night
That I’ve been waiting to be with you
Because it’s my longest night
After I am in love
But……
Today’s my love is disappear here
Sweet voice is soft and appears in her ear
The Beatles songs are on
Finally love is in air!!!
My emotions reached to top
And stop at anxiety
Because I am already naked
Night become darker and darker
Wow December
Love is immortal
we're alone in this world
and we develop our own code.
Dec 22, 2014
Dec 22, 2014 at 9:10 AM UTC
If I should have a daughter ...
If I should have a daughter, instead of "Mom," she's gonna call me "Point B," because that way she knows that no matter what happens, at least she can always find her way to me. And I'm going to paint solar systems on the backs of her hands so she has to learn the entire universe before she can say, "Oh, I know that like the back of my hand." And she's going to learn that this life will hit you hard in the face, wait for you to get back up just so it can kick you in the stomach. But getting the wind knocked out of you is the only way to remind your lungs how much they like the taste of air. There is hurt, here, that cannot be fixed by Band-Aids or poetry. So the first time she realizes that Wonder Woman isn't coming, I'll make sure she knows she doesn't have to wear the cape all by herself because no matter how wide you stretch your fingers, your hands will always be too small to catch all the pain you want to heal. Believe me, I've tried. "And, baby," I'll tell her, don't keep your nose up in the air like that. I know that trick; I've done it a million times. You're just smelling for smoke so you can follow the trail back to a burning house, so you can find the boy who lost everything in the fire to see if you can save him. Or else find the boy who lit the fire in the first place, to see if you can change him." But I know she will anyway, so instead I'll always keep an extra supply of chocolate and rain boots nearby, because there is no heartbreak that chocolate can't fix. Okay, there's a few heartbreaks that chocolate can't fix. But that's what the rain boots are for, because rain will wash away everything, if you let it. I want her to look at the world through the underside of a glass-bottom boat, to look through a microscope at the galaxies that exist on the pinpoint of a human mind, because that's the way my mom taught me. That there'll be days like this. ♫ There'll be days like this, my momma said. ♫ When you open your hands to catch and wind up with only blisters and bruises; when you step out of the phone booth and try to fly and the very people you want to save are the ones standing on your cape; when your boots will fill with rain, and you'll be up to your knees in disappointment. And those are the very days you have all the more reason to say thank you. Because there's nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline, no matter how many times it's sent away. You will put the wind in winsome, lose some. You will put the star in starting over, and over. And no matter how many land mines erupt in a minute, be sure your mind lands on the beauty of this funny place called life. And yes, on a scale from one to over-trusting, I am pretty **** naive. But I want her to know that this world is made out of sugar. It can crumble so easily, but don't be afraid to stick your tongue out and taste it. "Baby," I'll tell her, "remember, your momma is a worrier, and your poppa is a warrior, and you are the girl with small hands and big eyes who never stops asking for more." Remember that good things come in threes and so do bad things. And always apologize when you've done something wrong, but don't you ever apologize for the way your eyes refuse to stop shining. Your voice is small, but don't ever stop singing. And when they finally hand you heartache, when they slip war and hatred under your door and offer you handouts on street-corners of cynicism and defeat, you tell them that they really ought to meet your mother.
© http://www.ted.com/talks/sarah_kay_if_i_should_have_a_daughter/transcript?language=en
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 5:55 AM UTC