Don't burn outside
Burn inside
And let that be art

They communicate
Just the brisk whispers
And everything aligns
After their surrender

She asked the questions
He got the answers
And, Vice Versa
Of sublime harmony

And the One
Who get inspired
From the silence

Will never get
Lonely
After all

If you want
To love
Love that deep
Even a stone heart melts

For whatever
It worths
Longing to have
A recycled soul

Often
I disqualify
Myself
With a simple
Mindset

If I'm not
A part of solution
Probably, I'm the problem

Thus
There most
Be a way

Order in the chaos

A new thing you imagine is art. Space is the masterpiece of abstract art. Emptiness is a Canvas. Standing in front of it, an image which you thought is the art representing own-self. Angle of strokes, depth of colors, shadows of hue shapes the expression and gives life to it. A emptiness filled by your delighted thought is a naive art, a judgement you do about your thought with own-self is a virtual art. Rest of the people, who understand your self-judgement creates the real Art.

Here is how, a piece of paper turns invaluable.
This applies to poetry too.

O wanderer
Dweller of the heart
Musing the soul

Away from the crowd
Beneath the surface
A lovely landscape
With an audible melody
Deep in a trance
In another dimension
Saw a ray of light

And I see
The same light
And the cosmos
In your eyes
No wonder
You’re my guide

I heard a blast
Few yards away in the neighbourhood
Panic call to humanity
Help ! help ! Plz. help !

[ Disturbed, it made]

I remember the profile picture
Smiling, I was
I cursed myself.

Then,
I saw your profile picture
And, find the same,
No rights to invade your freedom
I never dared.

Later with heavy heart, I tried to
Neglect, forget, adopt.
“Survival of the fittest”,
As old man said.

Being a cold stone
Here, I am awake
In a clean sheet with no bloodshed
It was 4:48 AM, Kathmandu

Good day, whoever  hears.

If I am asked, what is the best topic to write?

I will always reply,  
THE SILENCE

They communicate
Just the brisk whispers
And everything aligns
After their surrender

She asked the questions
He got the answers
And, Vice Versa
Of sublime harmony

Like any other day
You may tell me
A beautiful lie
Or hide me
A raw truth
None of this will make any sense
Out of nowhere
I'm aware

Oh! an innocent wanderer
I trust the vibes
And with those, who do
We are allies

Moreover
If I told you my story
A different story
Nothing in sight
Seems so clear
When life overwhelms
And soul lightens up
Cherishing the time
Seeking the way
Transcend the endless steps
Where, I end
From there, I still begin

And the journey continues

Temper of truth
Momentum of energy
Healing silence
Translated smile,
Whistle in the dark
Non Judgemental
Breathing a common ground
Removing difference
Perceive beauty anywhere
Murmur against a thought
Once in a lifetime
Start leading a life, free of fear
Chords awaked
Conscious living
With a third eye
Forgotten language
How to rhythm, what to say.........
Keep ego free
Never let it to be tamed

Fabricated, all just a dream.

A dark dream
Led by the blind
No where to go
No tears to shed
Locked in

This
Should
Not
Be
The end

A living kind in harmony.
How much better the world could be?

Where and how to start?
A time will come when I will be able to teach what was not taught to me. As long as one is happy, one doesn't care where to sleep and what to eat. Now let me build from the scratch clearing the clouds of grey, under the ash and embers, painting the life in all the colors when hope is all what we have. Have we ever once wondered within the solitude of our silence, as truly said, "the less people we chill with, the less ******* we deal with." If we are taken to the place where nothing matters and all senses are numb. To conserve the soul we manage to stay silent, stay cold and pretend dead to keep ourself in a better place of a blissful adventure. Here we all live inside our own head.
But where did it all go wrong?

No one escapes, everyone evolves to reach the manhood/womenhood to become a man/women, but this doesn't mean being better. Better human project preserves the essence of  goodness in the future, acknowledging a virtue of the past.  Better human is to challenge self to make the next move better.

Thus human.

Shadow has put some weight on me
BMI>30

#Tag, if you're also in it.

Calm solace in the night  
Pushing a pen, left to right
Though  concept undefined  
Word on nothing, and anything
Build from a scrap
  
Drift inside a core of A to Z
Sometime found, a new world,
And got lost inside
Sometime, search for identity,  
And rediscover self
Sometime, found an attentive ears,
And a glimpse of smile
Sometime, word lost its taste,
And sometime,  
they are the best

All about A to Z.

To be in love
One needs to silence
The ego

If it's simple, It's love
If it's simple, It's her/him

And one day
You will declare yourself
The most romantic person alive
If given
Free space
Right time
Being with the person of your choice
Trust me

You will

I told her,  “you are my soul mate.”
She asked,  “do I got soul?”

I don’t really know,
still,
I feel though

Once over
She asked, “do you got soul?”

Yes,
you are in
My Angel.

Instantly,
Our eyes met,
Inducing,
Pulse of insanity
Like, never before
Caressing the soul.

To the one

Who inspires my thoughts
Hearty welcome
Gone are the days
You were there
Being mystic ink

Then and now
I long to write
Looking forward
For a rescue
To find the way

That much to say

Contact here for
A little more truth

Demons without horns
Angels without wings

Cause, only
Either way one survives
Time tested, a true spirit
Let you resonate

Being professionally
Qualified

“Any future plan?”, she asked

I told,
“To grow, taller than the height
Heavier than the weight.”

“haha”, her surficial response

I was abstracting my dream.

She thought it is fun,
Nah ! it’s my life.

Let it be.

On friendship’s day
I bought 2 bar Magnets
Highly Polarized

Like minded on opposite polarity
N-S, then NS
So close, so connected
With “We” feeling.

Egoist on like polarity
N<>N, S<>S
Self centered, individualist
With “I/Me/Mine” feeling.

They possess
the same strength of
Connecting or repelling force
Either in one end, or
Other.

Just the polarity matters
How we keep them.

We are divine

We are the God
We are the God's creation
We created the God

Anyone
Who believes
Themselves
Less
Than the God
Are merely
Human

Yes
That's all

They said
I already ate

I have not chewed
Neither felt any taste

Do I really ate?

Probably I have forgotten
Or
lost the taste.

If you could see
What i see
It's love

Journey of relativity  
When the same sun lies above the head  
And the same Moon, and all stars vanishes  
We share the same sphere
Time to speak our heart,  
Being unbiased,  
We all are not that different,  
I’m giving up myself  

“Idols are immortal”  
Without an expiration date  

At night, man in good sleep is the idol  
At light, man who never give up is the idol  
Obstacles is the path, all need to overcome interference,  
Stones in the bank are the idols for patience  
Struggling for one more breathe are idols for hope  
People who opens up with smile are idols of happiness  
All who hope to make change, they are the idols  
Those who lives outside the dream, all are the idols  

In Idols, I find evidence of life.

Cling to all sense of hope
Searching reason to wake up
Lost in a trance
Circle made with parallel lines
Together for a moment
Demon and Angel
Pristine like the soul
Exquisite moments
Weighted actions
Pixelated hope
Lost identity
Are you ok?

This is Life
Story of two Civilizations
Like a parallel Lines

I witnessed
God's tear

When I look back

A wise man
Once was a fool

Realize that
In case
Noone has told

When did you meet him?
That matters
If still not clear

Read that again

I use to dream
Thanks for the lesson

Time was always wrong.

If given me the universe,    
With culture of humanity,  
I will be searching a divine soul  
A fallen angel,    
With a gravity of morality    
Godly creature of fantasy  

Defying the maternal laws  
Causing emotions standstill  
Echoes oscillate  
Echoes oscillate
Lastly, heard a whisper  
Confessing Love  
Philosophy of Completion  

When, 1+1=1  
Here, Chemistry defy Mathematics  
Gravity of love

History repeats.
Someday you will come to know.
Life is not always about keep moving, it is more about where to pause, where to jump and where to stop. It is more about feel the ground everytime you step the foot. It is not always about looking forward, It is more about looking back and adore what you learned from the bygone time. It is more about understanding of pivotal swift to stay in the track. It is more about silence than the nonsense talk with phantom hope for a temporary calm. It is not just about 5 days of colorful lights, it is more about the constant light that remains. It is more about choices, not how many times you breathe, it's always about how consciously you breathe.
Sometimes It may be more about being anonymous. Cast away everything that defines you, strip the identity and get lost in time, as the end purpose of hide and seek is to fine. Find your being.
Else history repeats.
Someday you will come to know something more.
Unsaid, unheard and unseen from revolution within.
If one mixed
Gold with bronze
Neither it is gold
Not pure bronze
That simple
Yet it opens to
The many answers
Nothing to say.............

Whoever awaites the sunrise
Whoever stares at moon
Whoever likes the rain
Whoever colors the life
They love poetry

Whoever is unloved
They love poetry
Whoever is loved
They love poetry
Whoever is timid
They love poetry
Whoever is quiet
They love poetry
As well

And I'm
One of them

Hello, said he
Hello, said she
Thanks for being, said he
I want to be where you are, said she
You are welcome, said he
I'm coming home, said she

Feel a time,  
With established trinity  
The arena of discipline  
Mind and the soul in a whirl  
Free of obsession with “I”  

Feel a time, when,  
Fish in a ocean remains thirsty  
Unpolarized West  
Through our heart, we communicate  
Options as, scope of answer  

Feel a time,          
When sun has burned out  
Flame of anger, lust and attachment  
Veil of distance is lifted  
New school of thought is followed  

Feel  a  time, when  
Walls does not confine our essence  
Faith on, silence and peace exists  
Intoxicated and enchanting  
All of us belong to music  
Therapy of humanity  

Voice and echoes are the same.

99.9 Pulses in the dead    
Irony,    
Anti-social, making a dead alive.

When I stare
It started to frighten me

Zombie in the mirror.

Had nothing far ahead
Had nothing close by
Chasing a dream, I was framing my world
Actions and thoughts were governed, perfect
To me, I was a normal
Normal was every day too

On April 1, I got accepted
Thus started magic on me
Paranormal, euphoric
Who cares, how I was to the rest?
LHC started inside my head
Releasing God particles
New words,
New feelings started to run my veins
Intoxicated
Semiconscious
Was I.

Was it a black magic?
Sure, It was something new
A fuel for active brain.

Feel it
Plan it,
Rethink,
Ink it
Read it,
Edit,
Connect it,
Then beautify

Love it
Save it
Release free

With the magic of your words.

Don't worry
When nothing matters
A time will come
When
We have to tame
Our thoughts

Or for better
We need to be stones
No matter how long
Cold stones
Too cold
No one dares to touch

Cold stone
In warmth of the light
Cold stone
In the dark night

Silent and solitude
And it makes sense

Sometimes
One feels
Dizzy
Not
Because of
Clinical
Ailment

For what dies
Within

Their world
Turns upside down
Irony
Nobody notices

If there is something
To be avoided
Avoid VIPes

I repeat
They are
Time vampires
Energy vampires

They will ****
Your life
Till
The last sec
Till
The last drop

If confused
Read it again

I Prayed to God
Later found him deaf

Let's treat him.

"What is life?"
Someone asked the universe

It smiled
Then
Stayed silent
Silent for years
The seeker realized
That was not a proper question to be asked.
What else is life?
Besides the learning process

Once again he/she asked
"What is death?"
This is the right question
Probably
He/she may have thought

The very next moment
The Universe smiled, and
Made him/her realize
Death is a graduating time

I
Wish
You
To
Join me
Being us
For
The better human project

Her smile is her autograph
She never forget to carry on

Time taught her
To customize

Person to person

Sometimes one needs to
Dim the light to be in
The abyss world

No, no brighter sun over there
Just because
That world is grey
And greyness is
What they are used to
What they prefer
Normality
In their sense

Offering light
Even a trace
May leads to blindness
And yes
You don't want to
Blind them

Yet that light
Is love

Love
Is just a word
Until
It consumes you
And
Adds madness
Wiliness to surrender
And die a thousand deaths
For a single accord
One trusts for

That
Love is