Rown

I barely know you by your outer skin molded perfectly on your body, That gets tanned in the sun And changes color, By the smile you plaster on your face that changes look As beard and mustache grows, By the scent of your body I used to smell while I nuzzle my nose on your chest That gets overcome by the smell of perfume you wear. By the new clothes, I haven't seen you wearing that you change every next month, By your muscles that get more toned every time you send me pictures than last time, Coz you've been away for more than a while, And I barely know all the changes that changed you in all these time. But in all these times, I've known you more than people can understand While they wonder how can we stand With distance in-between, I know about you more than anyone ever can. I know you by your heartbeat so well that sometimes I get it confused as my own, By your soft voice while you try to soothe crying me over phone like they're medicine to my wounded heart, ...

Will the things remain same, If I deny changing my last name after marriage? What is the game about changing it and making it same when our heartbeat has a common name. It already makes us one doesn't it? Will your eyes look at me the same way you used to If I deny bowing on your feet on the day of marriage when the priest says so or after marriage? Or will you say No, She doesn’t need to And take a stand for me? Husband is god they say but will you add that my wife needs to be treated as goddess too? because she is my "Ardhangini" the other half that completes me. or will you also weigh the respect I have for you on the one and bowing you on the oth er and take it as a disrespect to your manhood as this society does? The respect should come by heart, The mutual one, Not by bowing on the feet Isn’t it? Will you be ashamed to help me in the kitchen, or cook for me when I come home from work drai...

I don't love you to the sun and the moon and back I love you to the sun and it's rays to the moon and its shine Coz even when I can't see you, They still can their rays make you warm their shine adds to your charm Even though,  thousands of mile apart we're But still the same they are. When the sun rises in my sky, the moon goes to whisper you the lullaby I send And when the moon rises on my sky I see you through its eyes they alternate their presence and never let us feel alone. I stare at them intently like I used to look in your eye,  and their staring back makes me shy. They say they safely deliver my package of love to you, In every ray of sun, In every shine of moon, and protect you like a guardian angel, but I get worried at times when there is eclipse or no m...

A robot, You're a freaking nature made robot Of whom I always think about,  Veins instead of wires, Where blood runs instead of electricity,  But still, you don't fail to give me shocks, And your fake smile mocks, Like planning for a havoc. Standing with calcium made bones And heart of stone, You try to crush my feelings, And all the paths I make towards you, Making my efforts to get the real you back fail, You wrecked it in attacks I never saw. You wished for me to get out of track, And stop trying, And forget all about you, Just coz you're not willing to help me back, Not willing to make an effort.  And when tears streaked down my face, I wished you could see,  All the pain I hid under my sleeve,  how frail I've become, Instead of the strengths I faked. You nature made robot, You cover yourself with so-called numbness,  You actually don't feel a thing, You say you love me, But p...

Beautiful and serene, That's What I used to call that place, That's where I used to pull up my thought's train, Watching It's beauty and grace, Watching pigeons feed, Staring at the masterpiece temples, Where I didn't need my earphones to accompany me , Watching Indrajatra and all, I grew in that place. While writing poems, I used to fall short on my words to describe it, It was more than beautiful, Bells and bird's sounds, They were music to my ears, It represented the city, Kathmandu, They were ornaments of this city, It held our cultures tightly, We were connected to it, Durbars, temples,  Big bell used to ring at every 9am, It was A place where I used to forget my troubles, A Place where I grew up. But now it all seems dull, As it's ashes lay down on the ground, Some wounded, some turned into dust, Crying for rescue, For help as it seems, And it breaks my heart As I watch it helples...

You once stood tall touching the sky, And I passed almost every day by your side , Never thought you'll fall, Never thought we'll lose you this way, Never gave the attention you deserved, Never realised your value, Never got time to ascend you, But now your broken parts aches my heart, My strength broke with you, My heart broke into two, It cried for your demise, And for the lives you took with you. You were our pride, Who watched our every move, You showed people, A beautiful Kathmandu, But Now you've turned into a death grave, And I wish I had conquered your top to see the beauty that I crave, But all I see now is piles of bricks, And in my eyes it pricks. But I believe, There'll be the sunshine after rain, And you'll bloom like a flower, and rise from the same terrain. We'vent lost faith in you, We'll build you stronger than before, Higher than before, And Nepal, Our beautiful motherland will rise with you, Hands in hands...

This poem is inspired by Deepika Padukone's video "My Choice"   directed by Homie Adajania. This poem represents voice of all the women in the world to the narrow minded people in our society.. My body, my mind, my choice, My choice is to wear the clothes I like, Even when your stare makes me uncomfortable in my own skin, Making me feel like any moment trouble can knock in, And other people will leave it unseen, But I'll stare you back, Like you're shit's stack, Instead of changing my choice, I'll fight back for what I like, And This is my choice. . My choice is to give words to my thoughts, Your threats makes me doubt my own voice But you wont succeed, If you'll try to supress it, I'll speak louder, Your threats doesn't scares me anymore, I'll scream till my throat gets sore, I'll get it heard anyway, I wont stay dumb anymore, I'll fight back for what is right, And This is my choice. . My choice is ...