It's November 18

It's November 18 2013
dear me sitting nearby the giant machine and
wishing to someone
it's very cold dear
in Kathmandu
do you analyze so

there was news of the party
the crowd ,the magic
the beautiful lahanga,
the baja band, are still there

The child nearby asks me in silent
the arrival of election as festival
in Nepal has aroused the festive environment
the bomb blast in various places has caused
the news packages for the channel dear

The beautiful flowers nearby tribhuvan university
the canteen photoes with friends the comments and likes there
the remembrance of childhood days, the university visit
the lotus temple, the ITA awards function on television
still are with me ,the package of snacks which define chapati and curry
are making the environment warm


The " shared photo" of various parties
the slogan of leaders ,the lovely demonstration of the persona
I still get attached to the boredom,laziness, and emptiness of the time
still me enjoying dear the return to  the temporal and spatial  uncertainty
which define myself everywhere ,its you who make ,build and transform me.

Tomorrow 19 November ,2013 ,the news channels are packed dear
the raised voiced for the elections are still highlighted here
the package of issues are analysed and made visual
still they remain in dim light , as the plastic bags in garbage
still are produced,searched ,cared,written,compiled and wished.

cough

The book ,the pen ,the sadness prevalent here impelled me to rethink about the matter

The baby coughing near me shocked to know the definitions as they led themselves inside them

    The dirty clothes,the rainy season and still I coughing dear, the cough has been the dilemma

    this is the cough of insecurity,which engulfed me from many years as I remain as a terminator

  A disaster in front of all,the body of pain,the sad package,like the garbage nearby my home

  she was standing near me , squeezing the lemon nearby it ,the sense of vomit made me crazy

  A handicapped man begged for coin ,but still I as street begger ,never left chance to steal it

  The cough of beggery,the cough of poverty are my definitions,my name is cough ,i am cough 

She spitted at my face ,I licked it ,it was salty dear,her richness made me to do so

The urine the dog had on me on the street where I lied made me never sad

It was my destiny dear,I am not living ,a corpse never feel hurt dear

My poverty is my identity and I remain always uncountable in the location

The flesh of girls are the matter to be eat dear,the pain of poverty of never let them to live

They are made woman before growing in the name of marriage with the old man

Even they are sold in cheaper rate as they are orphan and less costy dear

The coughness,the roughness,the sadness are still included in here 

As a frog the nihilism makes the song of brutalism,the lamentation of marxism still are heard

The election,the street boys,the sold poor girls,the poor child of the slums,the beggers 

The pain has eaten me ,the cough has continous still I want to stand in the pain

The cough has been my fever ,my aim to vomit ,to cough ,to lament the song of poverty 

Engagement

O it's engagement
it's Girinagar
do you dear
we are engaging
in the bond of marriage


Do you know dear
the ring you gave me overwhelmed
the love you want to exchage with the ring
makes me more happy dear

The beautiful saree I wear for you
The hair style made for you
with cruchy crispy hair
with the beautician makes me crazy of you dear

The green lovely saree makes me more lovely
the love I have for you make me move towards you dear
the party,catering,the dance,the friends are here
i am here with my mom ,with the smile


the printed cards are here
the lovely birds are still tere on tree
the play of music,love,dance makes me happy
and still you and me are together here............
in search of eternal love

Speaking

Robert Frost and his "The Road Not Taken"
has been my concentration
from the last week with a cup of tea
As Judith A.Stanford says
the uncertainty to select something
remains with me ,dominates me


The days are passed by
the lovely environment,the flowery scent had occupied me
the comments in facebook are still the matter of focus
with the exchange of deepawali wish to chhath
Are you crazy dude ? colored with crazy colors
like the rainbow in the sky,the discussions are still held here

She fell down with the large belly she had,she is twenty three
with the baby in womb,still her focus in gold seems unfinished
less tensed about the baby she was concerned with fitness
Is she mother dear ,a money minded ,showy whom I donot like
The festive moments made me angry dear as she was careless


The bigness of elephant,the thickness of tree,the loudness of " election"
stands here as the " vomit" which are still hanged with the rudesness  of life
the brutality of the lady,the dark skineed girl ,the selfish man are still laughing
do you the pain of the life makes me weaker day by day till now
still the siren of police control on the road makes me more fearful


The red bird peeping on the picture ,the small elephant on mountain
the boat,the water the globe the book ,the watch flowery vase ,table
window,pen letter with stamp were the cover of the book
The cursive bold italic designs made the book vivid
Am I same dear like the book with colorful face
with multiplicity ,with vividness inside the heart