I can touch the sky ..
Without wings to fly ..
Just with a feeling that you are near by..
I can reach the top of the mountains when your shadow pass by
I can reach the deepest seas without blinking my tiny eyes …
Thinking of you .. as the only breath supply ..!!

When I was annoyed I called you TOM
and you were very mad you yelled….
HEY YOU JERRY…
aren’t we? really like Tom and Jerry?

You always broke my heart..
and I hurt you back…..
You tore my soul apart….
and I hated you…..
you said you loved me…. and I hated you left…
I hate despite of the pain… I care…
I hate despite of the hurt…. I love…

You annoyed me so much….
and I despised you…..
Never we had… to come to a compromise…..
Never we had… to come to an understanding….
but I hate most…..
how…… I cant hate you…

But Tom…. you have captured my heart…
I cant escape you anymore….
If this love and hate relationship of us……
Is a sign of LOVE…
Lets sail on a Journey called Life.. love….
Come on dear Tom…..
Jerry cant live without…….you…..

I smile again at the mirror
It doesn't smile back as usual
Hate my reflection today
Something is really wrong
What's with my face?
My eyes?
The same eyes I have
My nose?
Exactly the same
My cheeks?
Hmm... smooth
My lips?
Sweet still
So why didn't you smile back?
Mirror.. mirror... do tell...
Tell me the truth..
It hurts if you lie..
oh what? my forehead?
Oh no...two ugly lines
Thank you... reality hurts
I swear not to smile again....

Make sure there is a pencil in your bag
A small notebook in your pocket
Ideas are sometimes spontaneous
And inspiration does not come everyday
Look everywhere, listen, and smell,
And don't forget to write things down.
Even if you see and listen well,
What you have seen, might not come back around.
That's where your pencil plays it's part.
And with your pencil, there's no regrets.
Especially when pertaining to the heart,
The pencil remembers, what the mind forgets.

I die a thousand deaths,

Day by day, everyday.

Moving along the way, somehow.



No motherly shade to hide me,

No fatherly words to guide me.

Living side by side, somehow.



Temples flow with milk and sweet,

While, my tongue lurks for a single pea.

Staying under, somehow.



What do you know about water, wind or air?

I have felt all the glare, everything here.

Fighting strong, somehow.



Pet of a rich is worthy than me.

Has all the food and wishful glee.

I am alive, somehow.



When will lord do justice?

Death seems the only solution to me,

For I die a thousand deaths day by day, everyday.

Through years of my prime
I walked with a heart
crazy about love.

I wanted my heart to bloom
and shelter a shadow of love.
when the heart was soaked in passion
and was wet,
I wanted to wrench it dry
on love itself.
I wanted to paint a picture,
in indelible print, across
the canvass of my heart.

I stand today
in front of the Taj Mahal.
I watch the marble smiling
as the sunlight gives it a touch.
I feel gusts of wind
gone mad
as they come across
the heights of love here.
I listen to the music, waking in
the dream-eyed visitors' quiet hearts.

I am tipsy after my
own feelings
themselves have become wine.
I forget myself, world and all.

I don't know
whether I'm thinking of Shah Jahan,
Mumtaj or myself.
I'm quite disillusioned, stupefied,
enveloped under an expanding heart.

Shah Jahan who proved
an emperor to be shorter than a lover,
who turned a grave into a temple
who gave his beloved a place of God
and converted love into a prayer.

there exists one difference between
us two.
he was all in all, and if
I'd ever grown prosperous like he was,
I'd not have waited for my beloved's death
before I erected a Taj Mahal.

(Translated from Nepali by Manu Manjil)

I said he's just somebody that I used to know.
You asked me to explain it and you wouldn't stop.
I said well he's just somebody that I used to know.
You asked me once again and wouldn't let it drop.

I said it's an old story from an older time.
But then you found his name engraved upon my heart.
The main character  in a  tale of my life
been keeping it as a secret till...
I find myself and yourself standing far apart.
I tried to make it better but it didn't work,
and promises once broken can't be made again.
The end of our relationship came with a ****.
The end of something special brings a special pain.
And still the worst part of this sorry tale of woe -
is that he's just somebody that I used to know.
meet and met
like and  liked
know and knew
love and  loved
He ain't somebody you know
He is just somebody that I used to know...