HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU

Oh Sam you know my Son 
the arrival in this world 
has made me so enlightened 
the pleasure of being mother
is ....... still with me

The most beautiful gift of the world
The magic you created in my life
the rosy lips,tiny fingers lovely smile
the pleasant surprise of being a mother
are still with me dear SAM

See the balloons around you
reminds the lovely womb
the breath with the tiny baby
still makes me happy to realize
your existence inside myself

The company of Soniji
The market area Lilaram area
The south extension part
the metro run around thyself
still makes me feel you dear
your existence inside myself

Today the day of your birth
as an anniversary knocks me
Do you the flowers still bloom around the cave
still the sad eyes are filled with hope
the love of child makes me feel so.

The wishes by mails and so
your eyelashes and smiles do
the smiling face of lovely babes
still makes me closer to you
love you my child wish you so

It's me your mom
sitting in Kathmandu around the table
running after the sweets and papers
still wants to express you
wanna to make a good blessing

The statues of Pashupatinath
The temples around the city
are visited here for you
this is my love dear son
I wanna to say I LOVE YOU

LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE
SAM SAM SAM SAM
are synonymous as you speak
the bla....................bla................bla
sound to awaken me
your sweet touches ,your run are my world

Love you my son ,Love you my SAM
still wanna to say
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU
It's your mom with love
wanna to hug you with love
Love you my SAM........................

Love towards pain

He came and hugged me in the mid of my closer

still I tried to accomplish them

still the sound of struggles,debates,dispute

came to my ears playing the violin of pain

Your whitey book,your freak heart ,your tears

the suicidal attempts of madness girls who were raped in syangja

the gorgeous girl with crook heart were still carried signs of aging

Belinda turned out to be sweet sixteen

The Waste Land and Fisher King,Madan and his Lhasa  

the greediness of the wolf ,the flowers on the tomb

the mekhela she wore ,the masyaura she had

still sound classic to me still makes me hanged.

scars

Ramleela and the colorful characters
fusion of classicism and modernity
the scars on her face were still
questioning myself


I stood like a bamboo
ran out here and there
the loneliness licked
myself

her issue of emancipation
and freedom of life
turn out to be vivid scars
of her identity

Why this kolavari di

The stage decoration and the play of colors and standing position of Dhanus the actor made me curious to understand him.He is a man of thirty one and got the award for best actor.The play of of words in the song in the song to expose the feeling of lover towards his beloved made me once crazy about the song.Wow, the days of school and colleges ,the attraction and affairs were the major themes in lovelife and song really makes a comic,enjoyable and loving scene where the teasing the girl the boy enjoys a lot.I still remember how Bed and me used to throw the stone at the door during midnight to make her timid father more frightened.They were the days when we boys used to make flirt of girls ,that was the youth and teasing with girls ,making flirt with them were our hobbies.Still in facebook we make girl's id and teases each other guys as girls to get the pleasure.Some times we enjoy sitting nearby colleges and universities and make the passing girls feel afraid,shame,humiliated with our cruel remarks.You can see the toilets of Universities or local bus station where we never leave chance to satire" the second sex".The .............. picture in facebook  and the ........... comments are our hobbies as we are educated,talented we respect women although we sing the song of mother in each page of facebook we never to forget to make satire of our statement.Actually the distinct lies from the song " why this kolavari di"

Saturday Evening

Hey................
it's February One dear
and me sitting nearby Giant Machine
Singing the song of Justin Biber
and your smile in facebook made me
compel to do it


The song in Star Plus
the dancers in Dance India Dance
The magic of carrot with spicy veggies
The prasad of Manakamna are still with me

His style of posing in the pics
are the effects of something innovation
the long hairy guy after Korean visa
the comment made by you dear
still makes me eager to know you

Long ago I dwell in to the city of wonder
it was a magical journey
run,run ,run ,run he shouted
Still the journey is kept on

The thickness of colors in your lips
the loud music played by Saleem
the backbiting habit of the black eyed lady
the satire made upon me still questions you

The fire ,the sticks and the black spotted glasses
the dirty room,the litter ,the bed smell around the bed
does they are fitted to me ,the thin lady with oily pot
the druggist villainous crooked guy are still there beside you


She came to instruct me the lesson of morality
the  pain of leg still makes me unable to understand dear
the beautiful dress of heroine sitting with me
her daring style of exposition herself in public

Exposition and exploration,invention and innovation are
being used as wheel of life,they remain with me too
still hanged with trauma the black doggy life questions you
are the rumors of being social is real or just a " discourse"


The lectures  about 'truth''discourse''ideology''power and politics'
the written script of incident and gossip in newspaper  and channels
the play of facebook to disclose the inner pysche
through the play of colors ,dress and gossips you made dear


Still I am " hanged" somewhere dear,as pendulum
the saturday Evening, the rules of advance grammar of capitalization
the broken norms,the loud voice,the desire to resist something
are still with as my features,do you run after the" dhoomdharhaka" like them


Nobody knows what is said is a made truth or a fake statement
the creative dramas of television channel and their play of emotions
still I am a "doggy tail " licks around it dear and wants more
It's saturday evening of February  First of 2014 and I am tended to " lost in wine".