Writers are those
Who does experiments
With words
Finding no other better way
To ablaze soul

Reciting you

Beyond mere words
I often do wonder
Why we want freedom
When we're
Already free

How could I
Not write
And dedicate it to you?

Perhaps
One day
Those thoughts will be
A public property
And I will
Read them to find
Who I was...
Who you were...
And why I thought...
Like that
Meanwhile
Feeling nostalgic

A life worth living

Every day

You'll find some way
To captivate the light of the soul
Transcending
The eternal sight
Within

Own it

I'm not
What you see, feel, and think
I'm not
What I eat, and wear

I'm not
The last promise
The last mistake
The last fight
Or the last goodbye

I'm not someone
Whom you see strong, loud
Neither I'm whom you see weak, numb
I'm not mere words
I'm veiled, I'm unveiled
I'm not only that one, when I'm in my best
I'm the hustling story behind
I'm not the light you see
I'm the burning tungsten inside

I'm Past, Present and Future
I'm a paradox
I'm senses
I live in it

I'm one of you
Meant to be
Nothing more

The old man
Used to be young
Said me once
Theme: Perhaps
#nepal #metaverse

Editing
Emotions
Is Injurious

When things break
Noise generates

But when heart breaks
It doesn't

That's the difference