"kathmandu" poems - Hello Poetry

On my gumboots, S p l a s h!!! New ponds on the road, I found- Muddy; blur Memories!

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Sep 9, 2013

Sep 9, 2013 at 7:01 AM UTC

sum-it

Kathmandu Monsoon *Haiku*

On my gumboots, S p l a s h!!! New ponds on the road, I found- Muddy; blur Memories!

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WHAT IF TIME IS RUNNING OUT? What if time is running out, there's so much I've yet to do see the sunrise in the desert, watch it set from Kathmandu Meditate in Angkor Wat, eat Sushi in Hong Kong its been nearly 40 years now, you think she changed while I was gone Scuba dive the Barrier Reef, go snowboarding and live Make my peace with everyone, because there's nothing to forgive Explore India like locals do, travel on top the train armed with my black umbrella, just in case it starts to rain Pay my parents back for everything, for all the love they shared Find a way to tell them thank you, that does justice to how they cared To show my son how much I love him, and how proud of him I am and how that once scared little boy, has turned into a man. Tell my sister she's the best there is, that I am proud of her and ask for her forgiveness, that I was not the brother she deserved So, what if time is running out, there's so much I haven't done there's one more thing left on my list, to see if you're the one.

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Aug 18, 2010

Aug 18, 2010 at 6:50 PM UTC

a-thomas-hawkins

What if time is running out...

WHAT IF TIME IS RUNNING OUT? What if time is running out, there's so much I've yet to do see the sunrise in the desert, watch it set from Kathmandu Meditate in Angkor Wat, eat Sushi in Hong Kong its been nearly 40 years now, you think she changed while I was gone Scuba dive the Barrier Reef, go snowboarding and live Make my peace with everyone, because there's nothing to forgive Explore India like locals do, travel on top the train armed with my black umbrella, just in case it starts to rain Pay my parents back for everything, for all the love they shared Find a way to tell them thank you, that does justice to how they cared To show my son how much I love him, and how proud of him I am and how that once scared little boy, has turned into a man. Tell my sister she's the best there is, that I am proud of her and ask for her forgiveness, that I was not the brother she deserved So, what if time is running out, there's so much I haven't done there's one more thing left on my list, to see if you're the one.

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The Dutch brought art, mud and dirt of the Kathmandu heartland, With cigarette smoke clouding the air, and pizzas in the oven. Not overcooked, no medium rare, slight rounded, man-made The ambiance was now of Rembrandt and Van Gogh, Yellow with the hint of light. Perhaps coffee, perhaps tea. And delight in a conversation of philosophy. Maybe you'll pay, maybe me. The open doors swallow in the air of the monsoon, with the enigma of ever binding books who stuck to the wall Like wall flowers, some folded papers like petals of an unbloomed bud. They all had smells better inhaled with tobacco smoke. The music played, and people dance within the security of their thoughts, The shelter for their thoughts, the flaws of their speech. Memories,pure and bright radiated from the lamps above the bar, Lights which come to us only in fallen stars, but wishful thinking is dangerous. Hence forget it like Dutch forgot the wars. Memories are made here, where the humidity is heavy from the perfume of heavy smiles, or folded chins and forheads from a chess game. Not hidden, no worries, around the corner. But yet again man made.

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Sep 7, 2014

Sep 7, 2014 at 8:32 AM UTC

baskothewise

At that cafe, Amsterdam

The Dutch brought art, mud and dirt of the Kathmandu heartland, With cigarette smoke clouding the air, and pizzas in the oven. Not overcooked, no medium rare, slight rounded, man-made The ambiance was now of Rembrandt and Van Gogh, Yellow with the hint of light. Perhaps coffee, perhaps tea. And delight in a conversation of philosophy. Maybe you'll pay, maybe me. The open doors swallow in the air of the monsoon, with the enigma of ever binding books who stuck to the wall Like wall flowers, some folded papers like petals of an unbloomed bud. They all had smells better inhaled with tobacco smoke. The music played, and people dance within the security of their thoughts, The shelter for their thoughts, the flaws of their speech. Memories,pure and bright radiated from the lamps above the bar, Lights which come to us only in fallen stars, but wishful thinking is dangerous. Hence forget it like Dutch forgot the wars. Memories are made here, where the humidity is heavy from the perfume of heavy smiles, or folded chins and forheads from a chess game. Not hidden, no worries, around the corner. But yet again man made.

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The burning cigarette and a cup of coffee My companions again Gloomy day Loud traffic Not a single pretty girl in sight Kathmandu afternoon at its finest Nothing to do but smoke a joint And write this poem My attempt at creativity With a mind under influence Thoughts running wild I could start a religion But I'll just sleep instead. (Kathmandu, Nepal 9/1/2013)

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Sep 1, 2013

Sep 1, 2013 at 7:32 AM UTC

sprishya

Gloomy Day

The burning cigarette and a cup of coffee My companions again Gloomy day Loud traffic Not a single pretty girl in sight Kathmandu afternoon at its finest Nothing to do but smoke a joint And write this poem My attempt at creativity With a mind under influence Thoughts running wild I could start a religion But I'll just sleep instead. (Kathmandu, Nepal 9/1/2013)

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If I were an elephant I know just what I'd do I'd pack my trunk with all my junk And move far from the zoo I'd bring with me my monkey Best friend and sidekick Preston If memory correctly serves me He's a **** at giving directions Cause I'd like to move to Timbuktu Either that or Kathmandu One thing is clear as long as it's not here Any old place will do I'd then open up a doughnut shop Run by Preston the monkey and me Where we would toss sprinkles on top With banana creme in-between We'd be known far and wide for our doughnut delights Oh and fancy schmancy eclairs too Yes if I were an elephant That's exactly what I would do Wouldn't you?

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Dec 10, 2016

Dec 10, 2016 at 1:08 PM UTC

mike-hauser

*If I Were An Elephant*

If I were an elephant I know just what I'd do I'd pack my trunk with all my junk And move far from the zoo I'd bring with me my monkey Best friend and sidekick Preston If memory correctly serves me He's a **** at giving directions Cause I'd like to move to Timbuktu Either that or Kathmandu One thing is clear as long as it's not here Any old place will do I'd then open up a doughnut shop Run by Preston the monkey and me Where we would toss sprinkles on top With banana creme in-between We'd be known far and wide for our doughnut delights Oh and fancy schmancy eclairs too Yes if I were an elephant That's exactly what I would do Wouldn't you?

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Yadda......yadda......yadda he's dying of loneliness Go listen to the news They're Nine million people lonely in the country You're all known for your coldness Some don't even know their neighbours You abandon your parents when they get old Put them away in Retirement homes when was the last time you saw your elderly mum when was the last time you called your sister Thank God for the GRASS being the scapegoat used by crooks To illustrate community mobbing let us all gang up together Now you're hugging the Asians and the blacks are your best friends yadda......yadda......yadda come join the club we are all mates now against that outsider grass we welcome all the ***** ******* are molesting women oh it's just to make grass envious cause we've stopped him loving talk to me I hate you no more because grass is more hated no more bullying you just join us and help us harass that grass don't trouble that foreign shopkeeper we now want him to join welcome Muslim brothers and sisters come join us we now like you cause we have somebody else to hate hey Mr ugly come here for a hug just make sure its in front of grass you my loner friend be lonely no more you are now a club member you Somalian, you Ethopian, you chinese, you Ugandan no matter everyone is friends no more hassle just hate the grass as much as us yadda......yadda......yadda this is politics we fool and fool you all when we need you you are our best friends we show you our commonality and bring you into the fold just make sure you do as you're told and don't grass like grass we will give you opportunities to make grass jealous we will forge a grapevine from here to Kathmandu and beyond we will teach you hate and poison your stinking minds we will imprison you and make you our slaves to serve us just make sure you give that grass a hard time and come for a prize this is all our secret and your minds belongs to us gangstalking crew make him lonely make him friendless and show viva democracy You are all simpletons and that's how you will stay in our pockets this is a union of morons by morons for morons and the crooks win yadda......yadda......yadda

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Sep 29, 2018

Sep 29, 2018 at 3:26 AM UTC

yenson

Yadda....Yadda......Yadda......

Yadda......yadda......yadda he's dying of loneliness Go listen to the news They're Nine million people lonely in the country You're all known for your coldness Some don't even know their neighbours You abandon your parents when they get old Put them away in Retirement homes when was the last time you saw your elderly mum when was the last time you called your sister Thank God for the GRASS being the scapegoat used by crooks To illustrate community mobbing let us all gang up together Now you're hugging the Asians and the blacks are your best friends yadda......yadda......yadda come join the club we are all mates now against that outsider grass we welcome all the ***** ******* are molesting women oh it's just to make grass envious cause we've stopped him loving talk to me I hate you no more because grass is more hated no more bullying you just join us and help us harass that grass don't trouble that foreign shopkeeper we now want him to join welcome Muslim brothers and sisters come join us we now like you cause we have somebody else to hate hey Mr ugly come here for a hug just make sure its in front of grass you my loner friend be lonely no more you are now a club member you Somalian, you Ethopian, you chinese, you Ugandan no matter everyone is friends no more hassle just hate the grass as much as us yadda......yadda......yadda this is politics we fool and fool you all when we need you you are our best friends we show you our commonality and bring you into the fold just make sure you do as you're told and don't grass like grass we will give you opportunities to make grass jealous we will forge a grapevine from here to Kathmandu and beyond we will teach you hate and poison your stinking minds we will imprison you and make you our slaves to serve us just make sure you give that grass a hard time and come for a prize this is all our secret and your minds belongs to us gangstalking crew make him lonely make him friendless and show viva democracy You are all simpletons and that's how you will stay in our pockets this is a union of morons by morons for morons and the crooks win yadda......yadda......yadda

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Kathmandu a quaint, romantic name, had wanted to go there now it is a dream. Nepal, this small mountain country often used a golf ball between big countries for purely selfish reasons. Thousands of people killed and classical palaces are reduced dust covering mountain tops as a fog of sadness Cry my lovely I can only offer you friendship. But for the tourists who evacuated on Himalayas’ sacred top. Filling valleys with empty cans of beef and toilet paper flapping in the wind, I have little empathy rich tourists that had to bestride and befoul a holy mountain.

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May 22, 2015

May 22, 2015 at 4:00 AM UTC

jan-oskar-hansen

Nepal

Kathmandu a quaint, romantic name, had wanted to go there now it is a dream. Nepal, this small mountain country often used a golf ball between big countries for purely selfish reasons. Thousands of people killed and classical palaces are reduced dust covering mountain tops as a fog of sadness Cry my lovely I can only offer you friendship. But for the tourists who evacuated on Himalayas’ sacred top. Filling valleys with empty cans of beef and toilet paper flapping in the wind, I have little empathy rich tourists that had to bestride and befoul a holy mountain.

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If I was a king of Asia I would give you all the gold there is But I'm not even prince of Persia, all I have is love and dreams Let me show you land of legends, land of honeymoon and rising sun I am not as rich as Ali Baba, but I promise we'll be having fun I'll take you to Bali the gem of Java Sea Then we'll go on to safari a little south of Abu Dhabi I'll take you to Maldives to swim in coral reefs We'll enjoy the sweet papaya on the islands of Pattaya I'll show you lake Baikal, Tibet and Taj Mahal We'll see Macao, Yokohama, Hanoi, Jeddah, Jaipur, Jakarta I'll take you to Dubai, Dushanbe and Mumbai We'll spend some starry nights in yurts near the city of Yakutsk I’ll take you to Tashkent where melons got their scent We will taste all sorts of apples in the city of Almaty I’ll take you to Beirut we'll go nuts on dried fruits And the coffee with vanilla we can try it in Manilla I'll take you to Kashgar to shop at old bazaar Then we'll fly a magic carpet to the markets of Qatar We'll see ruins of Karakorum the old capital of Moguls Then we'll go to Kathmandu and then Karachi and Kabul We'll discover caves with treasures, make three wishes all at once All at once will turn to a fairy tale, like in one and thousand nights Let me show you feast of colors, take you cross the dunes in caravans Even if I don't look like Alladin, I sure know a thing about romance I'll take you to Taipei to see its lovely bay We will sip on Coca Cola on the silky sands of Goa I'll take you to Shanghai where towers touch the sky And the best of architecture we will see in precious Petra We'll go to Ashgabat, Bishkek, Busan, Baghdad We will see Great Wall of China and Cambodian Angkor Wat We'll see the Everest, mount Fuji, Gobi Desert And it's certainly my pleasure to take you all around Asia!

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Apr 3, 2022

Apr 3, 2022 at 10:07 PM UTC

aidar-omar

Song of Asia

If I was a king of Asia I would give you all the gold there is But I'm not even prince of Persia, all I have is love and dreams Let me show you land of legends, land of honeymoon and rising sun I am not as rich as Ali Baba, but I promise we'll be having fun I'll take you to Bali the gem of Java Sea Then we'll go on to safari a little south of Abu Dhabi I'll take you to Maldives to swim in coral reefs We'll enjoy the sweet papaya on the islands of Pattaya I'll show you lake Baikal, Tibet and Taj Mahal We'll see Macao, Yokohama, Hanoi, Jeddah, Jaipur, Jakarta I'll take you to Dubai, Dushanbe and Mumbai We'll spend some starry nights in yurts near the city of Yakutsk I’ll take you to Tashkent where melons got their scent We will taste all sorts of apples in the city of Almaty I’ll take you to Beirut we'll go nuts on dried fruits And the coffee with vanilla we can try it in Manilla I'll take you to Kashgar to shop at old bazaar Then we'll fly a magic carpet to the markets of Qatar We'll see ruins of Karakorum the old capital of Moguls Then we'll go to Kathmandu and then Karachi and Kabul We'll discover caves with treasures, make three wishes all at once All at once will turn to a fairy tale, like in one and thousand nights Let me show you feast of colors, take you cross the dunes in caravans Even if I don't look like Alladin, I sure know a thing about romance I'll take you to Taipei to see its lovely bay We will sip on Coca Cola on the silky sands of Goa I'll take you to Shanghai where towers touch the sky And the best of architecture we will see in precious Petra We'll go to Ashgabat, Bishkek, Busan, Baghdad We will see Great Wall of China and Cambodian Angkor Wat We'll see the Everest, mount Fuji, Gobi Desert And it's certainly my pleasure to take you all around Asia!

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There is not much to gamble a drunk ramble, midnight gunshots but the city didnt hear, because violence is it's old peer and there nothing peaceful when putting a wager a blade being your avenger I'm balling gambling, falling and there is the traffic, spills on the road like molten gold all the smoke coming out of one ***** city a two thousand years old Only god really judges you here because god's not a bureaucrat look at people and memories leer and where exactly is this god of yours at?

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Oct 1, 2013

Oct 1, 2013 at 3:57 AM UTC

baskothewise

Balling in kathmandu

There is not much to gamble a drunk ramble, midnight gunshots but the city didnt hear, because violence is it's old peer and there nothing peaceful when putting a wager a blade being your avenger I'm balling gambling, falling and there is the traffic, spills on the road like molten gold all the smoke coming out of one ***** city a two thousand years old Only god really judges you here because god's not a bureaucrat look at people and memories leer and where exactly is this god of yours at?

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There is a woman Named Sumina Who is from Kathmandu Hope you have a good day Your poetry is beautiful And so are you

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Oct 5, 2015

Oct 5, 2015 at 12:45 AM UTC

MattG

Hello Sumina

There is a woman Named Sumina Who is from Kathmandu Hope you have a good day Your poetry is beautiful And so are you

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somewhere in corner Like roses waiting for dew I wait for your warmth Soaked in rain Your memories run down my spine (Morning Nostalgia) Pashupatinath temple The rain drops on the golden roof the mountain breeze to pacify my soul The life can be beautiful When serenity surrounds to bind us (Afternoon Divinity) Thamel Crying strings, the music of life White smoke in air The sound of cheers Wish the time stopped here (Evening Bliss)

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May 6, 2014

May 6, 2014 at 2:12 PM UTC

ps

A day in Kathmandu !

somewhere in corner Like roses waiting for dew I wait for your warmth Soaked in rain Your memories run down my spine (Morning Nostalgia) Pashupatinath temple The rain drops on the golden roof the mountain breeze to pacify my soul The life can be beautiful When serenity surrounds to bind us (Afternoon Divinity) Thamel Crying strings, the music of life White smoke in air The sound of cheers Wish the time stopped here (Evening Bliss)

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12 a.m. November 1, 2014 starry night, ticking clock nothing's changed really!! the hookers are helping desperate men find love One ***** at a time making money a man jumps off a bridge **** life right? Lonely ******* jerking off while a beautiful young **** makes love a mother's breastfeeding her baby who's gonna grow up to end human race while i sit on my chair reading Bukowski "there are times when insanity becomes so real that it isn't insanity anymore" I guess I am no different!! (11/01/2014 Kathmandu, Nepal)

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Oct 31, 2014

Oct 31, 2014 at 2:14 PM UTC

sprishya

Untitled

12 a.m. November 1, 2014 starry night, ticking clock nothing's changed really!! the hookers are helping desperate men find love One ***** at a time making money a man jumps off a bridge **** life right? Lonely ******* jerking off while a beautiful young **** makes love a mother's breastfeeding her baby who's gonna grow up to end human race while i sit on my chair reading Bukowski "there are times when insanity becomes so real that it isn't insanity anymore" I guess I am no different!! (11/01/2014 Kathmandu, Nepal)

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The very finest cat-man stew Is made and served in Kathmandu. O.O

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Aug 25, 2015

Aug 25, 2015 at 2:22 PM UTC

sam-hain

Cat-man Stew

The very finest cat-man stew Is made and served in Kathmandu. O.O

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Atlas shrugged & shook the brains outta Tuesday's baby about noon on a Kathmandu doomsday. the Berkley Tribe, all the like & kindly rivals was all in an uprising over the missing peace & meanwhile The Big Evil cavorted on in the east of everywhere. and the They was distorting real reality to tickle their own fancy & pawn overpriced romance novels off on the populace. nevermind the **** *** boiling over on the stove top. foiled again in clover feilds & the poison only yields it never stops completely **** for pysche forcefield shield of freedumb fighter white knight izard-fucking grand wizards winner gets the glittery 7 minutes in heaven with the blister queen licking scissors shiva shiver ego wither & sizzle in a cigarette flicker **** a filter my lungs aren't black enough & this isn't the end filthy tongued french kiss misery. he's that crass. & he wants to be a ******* so Charlie did himself in the chapel& got laughs when the rats came to have at the maggots in his skin he called em both his children & loved em unconditionally. Only figured he address the issue by ******** bout the situation that faced him & all of us instead of setting things in they place. *have grace

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May 4, 2015

May 4, 2015 at 9:16 PM UTC

soldamerican-

Neurotica

Atlas shrugged & shook the brains outta Tuesday's baby about noon on a Kathmandu doomsday. the Berkley Tribe, all the like & kindly rivals was all in an uprising over the missing peace & meanwhile The Big Evil cavorted on in the east of everywhere. and the They was distorting real reality to tickle their own fancy & pawn overpriced romance novels off on the populace. nevermind the **** *** boiling over on the stove top. foiled again in clover feilds & the poison only yields it never stops completely **** for pysche forcefield shield of freedumb fighter white knight izard-fucking grand wizards winner gets the glittery 7 minutes in heaven with the blister queen licking scissors shiva shiver ego wither & sizzle in a cigarette flicker **** a filter my lungs aren't black enough & this isn't the end filthy tongued french kiss misery. he's that crass. & he wants to be a ******* so Charlie did himself in the chapel& got laughs when the rats came to have at the maggots in his skin he called em both his children & loved em unconditionally. Only figured he address the issue by ******** bout the situation that faced him & all of us instead of setting things in they place. *have grace

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To the left of kathmandu sat a man bereft one shoe, was one sandal shod so he said to God "oh Lord this just won't do, I've holed my sole and my begging bowl has up n then gone missing, now it's my mishap that I've trod in crap and I've got no *** to **** in".

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Jan 25, 2014

Jan 25, 2014 at 1:11 AM UTC

ObadiahGrey

"- To the left of kathmandu -"

To the left of kathmandu sat a man bereft one shoe, was one sandal shod so he said to God "oh Lord this just won't do, I've holed my sole and my begging bowl has up n then gone missing, now it's my mishap that I've trod in crap and I've got no *** to **** in".

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How you know him: Gurung’s label, established in 2009, reimagines traditional textiles with a sportswear attitude. January Jones, First Lady Michelle Obama, and Oprah Winfrey have taken memorable turns in his fiery red gowns. What’s new: Gurung is teaming up with Toms this month with exclusive designs to raise funds for Nepal’s recovery from the 2015 earthquake. For each pair of shoes sold, $5 will go to Gurung’s Shikshya Foundation to support education and relief efforts. What does heritage mean to you? When I left Nepal and told people I wanted to be a fashion designer, they thought I was crazy. I didn’t know anyone here. But I still remember coming up to the Midtown Tunnel and seeing all the skyscrapers for the first time, and I finally felt that I was home. I became myself in America, but Nepal gave me my core. The reason I am grounded and pragmatic is simply that I was brought up this way. What was your childhood like there? I was born in Singapore and grew up in Nepal, where I went to an all-boys Catholic school. I was different and made aware of it. It was a challenging time, but I had an incredible relationship with my family that helped me. Trekking became a kind of escape, and I was always inspired by the Patan Museum, near my house. I still go back for the memories attached. How is Nepal reflected in your designs for Toms, and also your foundation work? The ikat pattern is called dhaka, a hand-loomed weave that I wanted to modernize as a digital print. Black, white, and red are very typical of Newari women [from Kathmandu Valley] and my favorite colors, which I used in my first collection. Five years ago, when I started getting all this attention, I started Shikshya with a focus on education as a way to give back. Since the 2015 earthquake, we have raised more than $1 million to help rebuild, but the process is slower than people think, and the world’s attention turns to someplace else. So it’s my job with everything I do to keep awareness alive.Read more at:http://www.marieaustralia.com/long-formal-dresses | www.marieaustralia.com/vintage-formal-dresses

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Aug 29, 2016

Aug 29, 2016 at 10:36 PM UTC

judy-smith

A Leading Force in Fashion’s New Guard

How you know him: Gurung’s label, established in 2009, reimagines traditional textiles with a sportswear attitude. January Jones, First Lady Michelle Obama, and Oprah Winfrey have taken memorable turns in his fiery red gowns. What’s new: Gurung is teaming up with Toms this month with exclusive designs to raise funds for Nepal’s recovery from the 2015 earthquake. For each pair of shoes sold, $5 will go to Gurung’s Shikshya Foundation to support education and relief efforts. What does heritage mean to you? When I left Nepal and told people I wanted to be a fashion designer, they thought I was crazy. I didn’t know anyone here. But I still remember coming up to the Midtown Tunnel and seeing all the skyscrapers for the first time, and I finally felt that I was home. I became myself in America, but Nepal gave me my core. The reason I am grounded and pragmatic is simply that I was brought up this way. What was your childhood like there? I was born in Singapore and grew up in Nepal, where I went to an all-boys Catholic school. I was different and made aware of it. It was a challenging time, but I had an incredible relationship with my family that helped me. Trekking became a kind of escape, and I was always inspired by the Patan Museum, near my house. I still go back for the memories attached. How is Nepal reflected in your designs for Toms, and also your foundation work? The ikat pattern is called dhaka, a hand-loomed weave that I wanted to modernize as a digital print. Black, white, and red are very typical of Newari women [from Kathmandu Valley] and my favorite colors, which I used in my first collection. Five years ago, when I started getting all this attention, I started Shikshya with a focus on education as a way to give back. Since the 2015 earthquake, we have raised more than $1 million to help rebuild, but the process is slower than people think, and the world’s attention turns to someplace else. So it’s my job with everything I do to keep awareness alive.Read more at:http://www.marieaustralia.com/long-formal-dresses | www.marieaustralia.com/vintage-formal-dresses

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Your kiss would do it Just one Is that too much? It's all I've been waiting for All my life The softest touch of your soft lips The feel of your tongue What the universe was made for Your kiss Your lips pressed against mine Ten seconds to define our entire existence Is that too much? Let me slow down Forget the universe Lets rediscover ourselves I belong with you You belong with me And everything else that follows Does that work instead? Now about that kiss I've craved it to a point where I ache for it Is that too much?? Ok then let me come out straight I think we are at a point Where kissing is the only thing Only sane thing that would lead to my insanity Get me drunk enough to be sober again Hear me out love One kiss That's all I ask One kiss to save the world For I might just lose it But if you feel it's impossible Then just say it's too much And I''ll go kiss her instead. (Kathmandu, Nepal 7/5/2013)

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Aug 6, 2013

Aug 6, 2013 at 10:59 AM UTC

sprishya

One Kiss

Your kiss would do it Just one Is that too much? It's all I've been waiting for All my life The softest touch of your soft lips The feel of your tongue What the universe was made for Your kiss Your lips pressed against mine Ten seconds to define our entire existence Is that too much? Let me slow down Forget the universe Lets rediscover ourselves I belong with you You belong with me And everything else that follows Does that work instead? Now about that kiss I've craved it to a point where I ache for it Is that too much?? Ok then let me come out straight I think we are at a point Where kissing is the only thing Only sane thing that would lead to my insanity Get me drunk enough to be sober again Hear me out love One kiss That's all I ask One kiss to save the world For I might just lose it But if you feel it's impossible Then just say it's too much And I''ll go kiss her instead. (Kathmandu, Nepal 7/5/2013)

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Alcohol helps But I need you To cure this pain (Kathmandu, Nepal 06/05/2014)

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Jun 5, 2014

Jun 5, 2014 at 11:44 AM UTC

sprishya

Healing My Broken Heart (10w)

Alcohol helps But I need you To cure this pain (Kathmandu, Nepal 06/05/2014)

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Here we are again Same place And you are starting to haunt me Talking about love lost Love not found But It feels like it's staring at me Like that cat from the other night Like it can see right through me My inside's imploding With an urge An urge to defy our truth The truth that I don't want to believe But again we create our own truth When your lips open to speak All I can think of is my open lips Pressed against yours When you talk about your past All I can do is pretend to care Honestly love I think I am falling for you I wont say forever But for tonight I want you more than this drink Begging me to finish it Or the lines of ******* Be my drug tonight Even if you give a bad hangover I want to get drunk Drinking you All night And pass out in your heaven You can leave in the morning I prefer to watch the sunrise alone. (Kathmandu, Nepal 8/15/13)

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Aug 15, 2013

Aug 15, 2013 at 10:38 AM UTC

sprishya

Tonight

Here we are again Same place And you are starting to haunt me Talking about love lost Love not found But It feels like it's staring at me Like that cat from the other night Like it can see right through me My inside's imploding With an urge An urge to defy our truth The truth that I don't want to believe But again we create our own truth When your lips open to speak All I can think of is my open lips Pressed against yours When you talk about your past All I can do is pretend to care Honestly love I think I am falling for you I wont say forever But for tonight I want you more than this drink Begging me to finish it Or the lines of ******* Be my drug tonight Even if you give a bad hangover I want to get drunk Drinking you All night And pass out in your heaven You can leave in the morning I prefer to watch the sunrise alone. (Kathmandu, Nepal 8/15/13)

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I'll make you my muse one last time I'll dedicate myself to you just this night Come tomorrow I know you'll be gone And all I'll be left with is just another sad song But the days will go by love I know i'll be fine I'll learn to deal with this Just drink my sorrow away with time Stay happy!! (11/18/2014 Kathmandu, Nepal)

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Nov 18, 2014

Nov 18, 2014 at 12:44 PM UTC

sprishya

Goodbye

I'll make you my muse one last time I'll dedicate myself to you just this night Come tomorrow I know you'll be gone And all I'll be left with is just another sad song But the days will go by love I know i'll be fine I'll learn to deal with this Just drink my sorrow away with time Stay happy!! (11/18/2014 Kathmandu, Nepal)

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The world seems strange They wont get what I feel Honestly love, I don’t care I swear this is real Time just flew by But you seem the same to me I’ve fallen for every inch of you Fallen deeper than the deepest sea I wish you were all mine All mine till the end of time You give life to my sad existence This worthless life of mine Please tell me you feel it too The chills to the bone, the highest of highs Your touch could just **** me You kiss could make me fly Please tell me you feel this too I don’t care if it’s just a lie For your touch could light all darkness One touch and I could die. (Kathmandu, Nepal, 9/18/13)

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Sep 18, 2013

Sep 18, 2013 at 9:34 AM UTC

sprishya

Feeling The Blues!!

The world seems strange They wont get what I feel Honestly love, I don’t care I swear this is real Time just flew by But you seem the same to me I’ve fallen for every inch of you Fallen deeper than the deepest sea I wish you were all mine All mine till the end of time You give life to my sad existence This worthless life of mine Please tell me you feel it too The chills to the bone, the highest of highs Your touch could just **** me You kiss could make me fly Please tell me you feel this too I don’t care if it’s just a lie For your touch could light all darkness One touch and I could die. (Kathmandu, Nepal, 9/18/13)

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Somewhere in you I see the love I lost Somewhere in you I see the love I've been aching to find Somewhere in you I see myself happy Free from the emotional trauma I go through everyday A release I've been waiting for Somewhere in you lies that touch that could make me forget That the world exists Where people stab each other's back just to be more comfortable Somewhere in you I see salvation A door into heaven where i see myself holding the hand of god While kissing the lips of angels for eternity Somewhere in you I see me loving you With all my heart, caring for you Growing old with you Taking my last breath right next to you Somewhere in you I see a darkness So deep that it frightens me to explore Somewhere in you lies the hell where I know i'll end up Somewhere in you I see my heart destined to break again A painful journey that I know I'll take again A withered tree refusing to bloom again Somewhere in you is a knife ready to stab me While my heart screams " no more" Please no more I am better off lonely Looking at the stars and reminiscing what could've been Somewhere in you I see a pool of tears That I know you're gonna drown me in While I fight for each breath, refusing to give up Though I might already be dead Somewhere in you lies my deepest fear that I refuse to face Yet every inch of me craves to be Somewhere in you. (Kathmandu, Nepal 9/27/13)

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Sep 27, 2013

Sep 27, 2013 at 9:06 AM UTC

A sad tune in an empty bar That's what my life has become People may surround me But I feel alone Being without you Is like being without me I am here but lost somewhere In the days when you were around Now it doesn't even feel like home I am hoping for better days Living in the past I've tried to pick myself up Put back the pieces But I keep falling apart. (Kathmandu, Nepal 9/16/13)

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Sep 16, 2013

Sep 16, 2013 at 7:20 AM UTC

sprishya

Without You

A sad tune in an empty bar That's what my life has become People may surround me But I feel alone Being without you Is like being without me I am here but lost somewhere In the days when you were around Now it doesn't even feel like home I am hoping for better days Living in the past I've tried to pick myself up Put back the pieces But I keep falling apart. (Kathmandu, Nepal 9/16/13)

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I walk these streets, silent and still, Faces pass by, each chasing their will. No words I offer, no call, no cheer, In their worlds, they dwell—so far, so near. Let them wander where their visions lie, Beneath the same vast Nepali sky. Dreams of theirs I do not intrude, For in my quiet, I find my mood. Am I rude to pass and not engage? Or just a soul, freeing their stage? Each moment they craft, I let it unfold, A mosaic woven in threads untold. Beneath these hills, in Kathmandu's grace, I honor their rhythm, their time, their space. For in this stillness, I see more clear— A bond unspoken, yet ever near. Let their paths shine, let them be, As I journey within, just silently. Nepali hearts, vast and deep, In quiet respect, their space I keep.

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Jan 9, 2025

Jan 9, 2025 at 12:40 AM UTC

sudhan

Silent Reverence

I walk these streets, silent and still, Faces pass by, each chasing their will. No words I offer, no call, no cheer, In their worlds, they dwell—so far, so near. Let them wander where their visions lie, Beneath the same vast Nepali sky. Dreams of theirs I do not intrude, For in my quiet, I find my mood. Am I rude to pass and not engage? Or just a soul, freeing their stage? Each moment they craft, I let it unfold, A mosaic woven in threads untold. Beneath these hills, in Kathmandu's grace, I honor their rhythm, their time, their space. For in this stillness, I see more clear— A bond unspoken, yet ever near. Let their paths shine, let them be, As I journey within, just silently. Nepali hearts, vast and deep, In quiet respect, their space I keep.

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