At Some Point

Okay, yes, I want closeness. I seek affection. Even though I’m pretty much happy by myself, I tend to search for another soul, perhaps with the word ‘mate’ after it! Hmmm… When I walk in the evenings, I wish for you, to walk beside me. Hold a hand, may be? I want to keep talking to you for long, longer. I want to share my silence with you, and listen to yours. I want to tell you my secrets and behold yours. Together we might build our own world. How imaginary! How fictitious! But this is the thing in my head. I dream of you with my eyes wide open. Who are you? Who are you? Why are you in my head? I don’t even know your face. And I don’t care because I know that however you would be, you are gonna be the one I need. Wouldn’t I be the same for you? Sometimes, I want to go away. Far from here, anywhere….where there is serenity, calmness and the raw fragrance of the earth. And I want to devour that feeling, live that experience, with you by my side. I am crazy, yes. But I a

How long should you be connected to a person for him/her to become the one, who when leaves, makes you feel sad? This is a relative thing: the answers differ with each individual for sure. If you ask me, a single day can make me develop such feelings for a person. When you feel the connection from inside, a time period is but just a number. You can be friends with someone since your childhood and yet the presence or absence of that person might not differ much to your life. But someone whom you have in your life for a little while might just mean much valuable to you. That is why, I now realize, it is said that the length of time does not matter, but its depth does. So, how do you know somebody you meet or have is that someone ? The bad part is, most of the times, you get to realize it only after the person is gone from your life. It is such a sad thing, I know. We all know. It is a rare case that we know that ‘ someone ’ while the person is still in our life. But then

Same dreams, unconquered yet,  but have been blossoming more than ever...  Same hopes, in a new cover perhaps,  been pushing to hold for a long and a little more...  The similar rumblings inside a head The usual war between a mind and a heart Have a soul ever got a chance to calm, I wonder! The wondering is the same again, as seems everything else.  But the calendar changes again. The new dates and the deadlines, yeah, I got one more year to hold! For those dreams, and hopes and a new one, that this year will see something better.  

If winters are not cold, then what is? Maybe you. You used to be as cold as the winter. Last year, the winter was cold, as always. But, you were colder than that. The year before that, winter was same but the chilliness was less. So were you. This year, winter is same again but the chilliness is damn high. And I don’t even know about you. I, now, do not expect some other person to make my winter warm. I love the winter the way it is. Because it is real, it is true. There is beauty in nude reality, which is prettier than the masked truth.   I know you even though I don’t actually know you. I don’t know you even though I actually know you. This is funny shit. No worries though. Because I have got some other things to worry about. Like I don’t even want to go to bathroom in winters. I shall file a complaint to it on the behalf of my skin. Whatever. Truth is that I have grown up with the seasons that co

Come, I’ll tell you my secrets You tell me about yours Don’t you think it’s already the time? Look, The page is turning to the new beginning to the new wonders The new chapter where we share our secrets, our everything, where I see the colors of bliss and this dynamics of ours is amazing. Listen, We understand each other We’ll, at least, try to All I want at the end is ME with YOU.

“Post-vacation blues” I learnt the term that defines my feelings of now. It has been said many times but it is worth repeating - Travelling is like a drug; the more you travel, the more you crave for it. Based on this very line, I can say that I’m high now. But actually, I always am – addicted – to travelling. Mount Dhaulagiri and range captured from Poon Hill Every time I get back from a trip, I get the mixed-up feelings. I am happy that I had a good time. I am sad because it’s over now and I’m back. I am dull because I don’t want it to end and I don’t want to get back to normal routine. I’m bored that I have to work now. I also have a little bit of my excitements left as I have some good photos to look at and share. But mostly, the feelings are of blues!   What usually happens is I start comparing the present with the past. Like, oh it’s already been a week? Last week, this Tuesday, I was roaming around in Pokhara. Wednesday? I was walking uphill, into the woods. O

It was okay, it was all good. You came. We talked We laughed We walked We shared moments. You went. Left me in the sky with the memories sometimes cheering me up sometimes haunting me inside. I'm trying to land I'm trying to fly higher in between, I'm stuck in the air among the clouds with the memories sometimes making me smile sometimes haunting me inside.

We're as devastated as our cultural heritages are. We're as heartbroken as our brothers and sisters are. We've lost too much to keep calm. We're as shaken as the tremors shook our Nepal. But, we have hopes. Thank you all the people and all the countries for helping us in these darkest hours of our country. Now, we see Humanity exists. Thank you for every single gesture of help. (photo source: facebook) We're lucky that we are safe, have shelters under tents on nearby field and have foods to eat. Many   out there are helpless. Many of us are volunteering, and many of us are willing but not being able as the fear has hit us hard and are out of clue to start from where. But, let's try...as much as we can do. Share a packet of noodle or a bottle of water, anything we think is necessary. Rest in peace all the lost souls. Get well soon injured folks. Stay safe lucky ones. If God has something to do with this disaster, God will also look after us. Yes, we

Calendar changed. Another year passed. Same as usual - the dreams and the hopes are still unconquered and the taste of life is still mixed-up. Different in just the way those previous years used to be for everyday is new in itself and each year is different from another. Good moments and bad moments. Many mistakes and few prides. Little love and no fights. Many arguments! Above all, ‘explore’ would be the word I wanna use for my year. Not much as I dream, but certainly more than ever before. Everybody is struggling for his or her own goals, some clear and some blurred. It feels as if graduating is the toughest work one has to do while in college years but the real struggle hits hard when one has to step on the real working life. There are tougher things we have to accomplish, truths we need to realize and the system we may not like. Too much gloss is in lights, too much gloom in darks - confusion everywhere around. When I was doing my first job as a civil engineer in a rural