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Biplav Shrestha Nov 2019
Unguided a ship sets sail towards the void of nothingness
Embarking in a peaceful voyage under the stars
Pushed forward by merely the somber breeze
The salt seeps within its hollowness

A quiet symphony of memories persists  
Swaying in shades of burning embers
How long till the waters give in?
Till it is winter again.
I only write when I'm sick and miserable.
Biplav Shrestha Oct 2018
Falling raindrops
The waves wash away your memories
Only to reappear as echoes  
During sleepless nights
Your silhouette seems so distant
And yet so close I can almost taste it  
Maybe again
One day
You'll come haunt me
Thursday evenings
Under grey skies
For I feel like I've known you many lives
And not at all
Biplav Shrestha Oct 2017
"You're like an open book!" she told me, "only with most of the pages torn out". As the sounds from the vehicles outside plaster my thoughts with smoke and grease, all I could muster out of my core was a broken smile and an unnoticeable nod. Aslaysha could always read people better than they would ever bother to understand themselves. Back then, I was one of those people. Dumb and naïve,drunk with youth, the world was my canvas and I used it to clean the filth off of my boots. "You're different from the rest; I can almost see the vines wrapped around your bones". "If only you would let me". Things were different then as things are different now. I was yet to experience my first real heartache, my first real kiss, my first plunge into the abyss that would eventually crush my spirit and then rebuild me from my ruins. Aslaysha was my anchor, the only thing holding me together. Needless to say, the day she left was the day the whole world went away. Perhaps the answers to all of life's mysteries can be found at the bottom of another bottle. (10/30/2017)
Biplav Shrestha May 2016
You like meeting people you need to keep up with.
It's usually the other way round with you, isn't it?
The world never lacked people whose demons your demons couldn’t dance with!
Now you come across someone who can tame and silence them and you choose to run.
You're so far away from everything,
And still I'm close to nothing.
Random thoughts
Biplav Shrestha May 2016
Days of gloom and distant thunder

Tired eyes yield empty slumber

Of silent nights and scarlet skies

Songs of autumn and lost goodbyes
Biplav Shrestha Mar 2016
I was listening to the winter winds
With one ear leaned against the wall
Thinking of where I had been
With just myself and nothing more
What else could I have asked for?
What else could I have done?
With pages as blank as the skies above
What more could I have sung?
I dreamt a dream when I was 12
Of frozen trees and scattered grey
Into the night I stood awake
Till all my fears had strayed away
It is the frost around my reflection
Reason the season stays constant within me
The weight conceded within elation
The remedies of these tragedies
Lead to nothing but more agony
Biplav Shrestha Mar 2016
I look for love at all the wrong places
Like at the mosh pit at a metal gig
Or at an empty art gallery at 2 in the afternoon
Like a bee hovering over a Venus fly trap
I look for love at all the wrong places
I search for friends at the loneliest of places
Like a solitary recluse in the densest of mazes
With a hungry appetite for even the slightest of gazes
I search for friends at the loneliest of places
I seek music at the quietest of places
Leaning firmly against hollow boxes
Slow my breath as I flip through the pages
Like a clock without an hour hand
I seek music at the quietest of places
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