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Ishudhi Dahal May 2020
Staying inside
I can feel the rain
Every droplets hitting my room roof
Sounds like a rhythmic song
London bridge is falling down
And sometimes dusk till dawn
The phase of changing weather
Birds chirping and removing drops-
From their feathers
And the leather
Which was taking sunbath ; is now -
full of rain water
Street dogs showing their march
Hot soup smell can be felt behind the bars
Wind and lightning supporting rain the full
Aside our jack-fruit tree there’s whirlpool
And suddenly the rain stopped
The wind lightning also eloped
And as usual the day starts
So I started engaging in my work!
Staysafe and stay home !  Backoffcorona !
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Ishudhi Dahal Apr 2020
Life is beautiful like  song theme
Yet there are some blurry things
Things that are  moving like locus
Everything blurry but still keeping focus-
On making work done
Which was left undone
Which was left -
Thinkin’ blurry things in life is bad
That left things now make me sad

Sitting in the tool, mother’s sewing the wool
saying him , ‘’ son, life is beautiful ‘’
But there’s blurry things in him
Making a beautiful life as sin —
So always think twice before speakin’
Be  wise after sb start believin’
Coz blurry things in life stays forever
Stays forever ♾
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Ishudhi Dahal Apr 2020
My mind is full of thoughts
How to invest no money and be a boss ?

Sometimes my mind rolls to
Sometimes it becomes wreck-less like
Why ‘two’ , ‘too’ and ‘to’ sound alike?

Sometimes thinking to create sth good
But always remained thinking (good)
Sometimes stepping to make sth change
But that always remained out of my range

So that’s on my mind
Empty, vacant and still fine
Mumbling the words through the tip of my fingers
staining the screen no one eager-
to read my poem but still dreaming for bigger

So , that’s on my mind !
Ishudhi Dahal Apr 2020
The person who can’t see
Who can’t see natural beauty
But can feel it’s complexity —

The normal people,
Normal people are always waiting for luxuries
Where a blind man tries to find luxury in peace -

People call him disable
But in fact he is differently able —

Differently able to enjoy nature’s beauty
Differently able to feel unity and harmony
Love , success , money and prosperity—

He is sent to world for some change
To create something from his able mind
Up above our range we can’t even think
Oh you ‘ man ‘ what will you bring ?
Ishudhi Dahal Apr 2020
People are jobless , completely hopeless
Completely hopeless to survive ,

Waiting for ding **** death bell
They don’t know the journey is upto heaven or hell

Children’s parental care is lost
Money’s became nth after this virus outburst

God,
Take this virus away miles and yards
We can’t see our spouses and children in graveyard

Hope you are planning something great
To take us out of this dangerous threat
Angel Carstairs Nov 2018
a chubby-cheeked,
golden-haired,
freckled-faced,
green-eyed
little boy
who didn't know how good he had it

a golden-haired,
freckled-faced,
green-eyed
little boy
who had to grow up too fast

a freckled-faced,
green-eyed
little boy
who thought he was invincible

a green-eyed
little boy
who was never quite good enough

a black-eyed
demon
who used to be the great dean Winchester

a brown-haired
moose-like
glazed-eyed
broken boy
who just wants his brother back  

a raven-haired
broken-winged
blued-eyed
angel
who just wants their pain to stop
EdgarAllenPoetry Oct 2018
Life.
What is it, a game we play with a almighty being?
Every day we live, we escape the plethora of pain thrown at us.
No one is safe
It ends in an instant
darkness is sudden
darkness is forever
Death.
#life #sincerelyseinfeld
Traveler Jun 2017
Throw the maps away
Navigate
By the light of day
Shortcut will conceal
What is fake
And what is just not real
Leave the
Past left wrong
All you can do is
Keep going straight
Keep going strong
At the
Futures turn right
You're sure to get there
Sometime this life!
Traveler Tim
Remember..

Your Body is an Electrochemical,  Biological Machine, which is interactive due to the ******-physiological interface of life and wait for it..... so goose bumps are light and or sound jetting out your vibrational resonance and you are falling upward in a way you are not sensing as directional. keep reading...

The fact that, as if you were in the actual abyss of the waters above looking at earth and the sun's light and stars are NOT visible to the naked eye without mater of a filter to interact with the light thus allowing the eye to view the byproduct of the energy that you do not see into the heat and spectrum of light you can see, the by products of the interaction with mater, (* i say this, and no one has yet to say, well, what about the cornea and the lens of the eye it is mater...) Ahh the "Window to the Soul" the eyes, um, there is nothing between you and the light but what you perceive to be , here, try this, we will continue, and then address this.

As you know the light is not visible, and we humans see less than any other known creature on this genetic love ****, um, ship, called earth, and we see the chakras focal lens array as it were of us being Crystal, in nature and the prism of the Pink Floyd Album for which was "in celebration of the comet Kohoutek ( Spout On true translation, what you really believe they named this after a Russian with that name and Hail Bopp after who? oh Hail Bopp means too Turn Off the action of Turning OFF) um yeah. so as we were, right.. or in celebration of the birth of ricci dale scott or badger crow moon / the shine of moon_shine lol, come on I get some fun here right?" later to be renamed and packaged as " The Dark Side of the Moon" like I said, see earlier claim of birth lol. ****, sorry. did it again. um.. where were we.. oh, so as we are the prism and the non-visible light interacts with our um, consciousness we fracture it into the focal points of our lower self's or our body or chakras points or clusters of from within pouring outward the reality you see before you..... um, okay, see imagine we in space staring at the earth in its weird non circular non-ball flat weird half this half ******* lie,,umm sorry, okay imagine we are staring at earth, so seeing since, all things are vibrating in constant vibration and are only in our existence when they are stable and steady in their "resonation" of vibration ie steel vibrates different than glass porcelain vibrates even higher than glass thus why taking a spark plug white porcelain part broken from the rest and barely i mean oh so gently toss it at a car window and boom it busts with extreme violence and force of action, why? because it can not match or actually, it can match the vibrational frequency of the porcelain but by it reaching close to it, it looses its resonance and stability as glass, just as heat can melt all things or actually alter the vibrational frequency in which it resonates at fully stable, it is still stable, but now can be altered then cooled to take a rock round and make a building block and note the handles that were used to move it, but it still has that slow cooling oozing look like so many megalithic building do, or how you can boil water instantly with sound, yes, but I digress here, for light is SOUND, what came before light? and he said, let there be light... said... sound. light is sound. and sound is multidimensional in all aspects, thus the spoken word. but, lets go back, so all things are vibrating, and we are in space, looking at a vibrating earth and well, if all light is not visible till it interacts with mater, that means the light you see, is the reflection of that mater interacting with the non-visible light.... thus you are actually seeing the wait for it.. The Reflection of The Image of a Reflection of a Vibration of mater held stable in this Resonation in which We exist or the image of the reflection of the sound of the thing we are seeing for it is all what? SOUND. oh, and the focal lens of the window to the soul.... well, i think we just covered that, and if not, keep watching and um, loving.  it pours out from within as you are altering that which passes through you, there beautiful. !!!!!
say what you mean and mean what you say for it is this way to be true for what you say is the focual lens of the whole of you. there prism people, on a light sound barrier wave and membrane in between as we, go through. umm. too much there or here at the end? hum, maybe.. dail back a biut maybe...
XvA Jul 2015
Not be an fancier of lonesome
for the spark , you crave ;is in
So crawl and rise after an fleeting fall
to be the weaver of your own dreams.
Placing momentarily then you'll see an flight of wisdom changeling away
Fusing down its signature groove
For at least once we deserve to sway
Now since peace is reserved
we' can and will fleet
and bleed the words of wisdom out
till its seed grews enough ,to repeat.
Knowledge and calmness commands off their wings
as love and faith stand above for with the colourful Soul Ring's.
Life has lot to share ,for those who can and should be true to themselves. Listen youll feel
Feel youll hear
hear youll live.
#for_all_the_sad_and_depressed_writers.
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