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mefddieue 12h
"Just like a torrential flow,
Thy remembrance—
Lamentably remains,
Like gathering water in my drain."
mefddieue 21h
Debt,
Out—Of—Oversee!!
A demon—
A game,
Destructive,
consuming,
Controlling a life,
A cycle of struggle,
A loop,
Burden,
Onus,
fear—
Trapped!
Trapped!
Trapped!
No win Position!?
Maybe,
just maybe,
There's a Hiss in the wind,
But no—
I was wrong.
Resign,
Checkmate?
Suicide?

Goodbye.


"The end."
Debt is the endless loop if you have no proper earning.
Why ?
Can we consider debts as demon?
Let's Regard it!
Wisdom
Blooms
Wisdom
Wilts
If
Wisdom
Works
It
Moreover
Reawakens.­
Today,
A rose of you,
Thou rose before the sun,
But where did such bright rays,
Like ribbons,come from?
Perhaps they are the ribbons of thy smile,
Spreading to the gloomy side
Of the aged night,
Continuing to shine bright.
Late '50s—
The art of their beauty,
A telephone rings,
(ring, ring, ring, ring).
As a musician,
I journeyed to West Nepal,
A sandstorm blew across the highway,
full of free will.
The era of storytellers—
The melodic Gandarbhas.
A musical heritage,
A bygone era,
The sound of the Sarangi,
A musical vehicle for the soul.
I loved the way they translated deeply:
"What can I do besides
exploring the sounds of diverse music?"
Time fades,
heritage wanes.
The early '60s—
Hippies invaded!
The evolution of technology—
"Radio Ga Ga" signals the change.
The vehicle stood abandoned,
Western instruments arrived,
The musical scene shifted.
They fade away,
like strangers on the way.
Where do they go,
those lost melodies?
In every corner,
A battle brews—
Between the tradition they cherish
And the revolution they must embrace.
Blue,
wide skies,
Coconuts sway—
I love you.
Date palms,
my love,
The tambourine woman's call,
A man with his guitar.
A puppy with his ******,
Starts playing the chord!
A man with his song,
The tambourine woman—
Her soprano harmony merges along.
Their music feels like mushrooms,
An ecstasy of euphoria,
Under the great blue sky,
Under the great blue sky
Of great South Asia.
Oh psychedelic
You wrecked my time,
with every surprising rhyme.
Once in a while!
You slowed down, stood still, and sped, Allowing my illusions to be Fed.
You wrecked my emotions,
With visions warped and colors bled,
Twisting time in altered hues,
Feeding dreams inside my head.
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