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what is love nowadays?
a simple thing with what someone plays?
well..some people make it look so simple..
Make *** ,
the day after,make her your ex..
..and find your next..

Think about the ones you're playing with..
Think about their broken feelings as you leave..

If you are not sure to make her your wife,
don't play with her life..

If you don't wanna be the parent of any child,
be wise,don't make her pregnant..

Bring the change in you..

what goes around always comes around..

Love is a lifetime experience..
it never ends..
If you think that love is equal to ***..
change you thoughts, because the love your parents give to you is real love..
Loving someone means caring for that someone..
sharing the happiness and sorrows with that someone..
dare to fight for that someone..make her your only one..
This is not just about ***..
The first time you hurt me I couldn’t stop writing, the last time you did I found myself with a blank page and a heart full of rage
 Nov 2015 Medhina Khanal
JDK
Pattern
 Nov 2015 Medhina Khanal
JDK
A patchwork quilt.
A square of some color.
One semblance of meaning;
What we meant to each other.

A rainbow coat.
One chromatic series.
A shade of you.
A tint of me.
Far from gray.
It's hard to think of what's right now because
I don't really know.
Life seems kind of silly:
Liking girls and feeling pain.
Right now if I could
I would leap outside this window.
And I would fly so far you couldn't see me among the stars.
Later I would say hello
Even if you cannot hear.
I would sit and speak to you
A thousand years would go.
Maybe you would smile
As the time goes past.
You ought to be who you are
No matter what's beyond.
 Nov 2015 Medhina Khanal
Y Rada
Tick – tock! Tick – tock!
I never imagined that listening to the Hickory clock
Could be sensuous or ******.
Hah! Tick for the longing to reach one lover’s arms for caress
Tock for wanting to do heavenly things on this earth.

Ah! The glory of this lustrous life,
So full of hate, so full of love, so full of lust.
Tick – tock! Tick – tock!
Time itself is passion,
The waiting agony seeping through the body
Like a sweet toothache
Making way to the center of the being.

Squirming, not knowing what will be the next
Cookoo! Cookoo! Chimed the Hickory...
Ah! Is this what they call prolonging of pain?
Deliciously blind and white.
But what do I know?
I am still naïve with these feelings,
What do I know about it?
What do I know?
 Nov 2015 Medhina Khanal
Lora Lee
Things are getting better
a little every day…
partially because
I know your love does stay
I understand that we cannot
be together -
I know it.
That is clear
But to know
How much you loved me-
Well, this makes me
feel so special and dear
You see,
I have the poems
that you wrote and sent to me
I have your heart
in writing
and this means more than
anything to me
(even if you
were a samurai
fighting).
Your verse, your pen
The words that flowed
Straight from
your heart into mine
They filled me and still fill me
with a love
that is beyond divine
So even though
I know
in my mind
that we are finished
The heartsongs
you have left me
prove our love
was undiminished.
Yes…I know, my darling
that this romance
is over
and there is nothing to be done
but know
that you were sweet
as clover
as it touches
the tip of my tongue
Yes, I write this with sadness
am still in grief
over this loss
of a love so strong
But I will be all right
with the belief
that we are both
moving on
 Nov 2015 Medhina Khanal
Y Rada
If tomorrow never comes,
To my family what must I say?
Must I ask for forgiveness
For the mistakes of yesterday?

If tomorrow never comes,
To my friends what must I tell?
Must I assure them that
Heaven is much better than hell?

If tomorrow never comes,
To my foes what must I offer?
Must I serve some droplets
Of love on their plates during supper?

If tomorrow never comes,
To my beloved what must I do?
Must I speak honestly that
“A pity I’ve never known you?”

If tomorrow never comes,
To my unborn babies what must I choose?
Must I be regretful for
My ovaries are never used?

If tomorrow never comes,
To my world what must I shout?
Must I open my heart and
Let my feelings be out?

If tomorrow never comes,
To my Christ what must I give?
Must I give my whole being and
Trust that in Him everything I received?
Everyday feels like Halloween
when you wear the mask of happiness
Trick or Treat by Ghost Town
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Happy Halloween
QQ
Poverty in knowledge
Is the key
That keeps the door locked
For success to come!
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