Rown

I hate you, You heard it right, I actually hate you for all pain you hid under the hood, And cloaked it by your smile, And made it look like it doesn't even exists. And I hate myself For not being able to see through it, Even though I was known for being able to disect your feelings layer by layer. I was the best detective  Who used be able to read what's going on in your heart Just by the degree of curve on your lips. I hate you, For all the time you pushed me away With the fear to lose me in the heart, That has always been beating for me While it was beating you up with the guilt Eating you up like a maggots, Sucking life out of you like a parasite, And I hate myself for letting you push me away, While I blindfolded myself with anger, And shut my ears out of fear of not being able to take the truth. I hate you like how I hate sun that enrages me when it's at its hottest But still keeps me warm, Like how I hate moon for...

We have started falling asleep together during weekends, even when the only thing we could hold was the phone, pillows, blankets, and sheets. I fall asleep as I watch him drift away from reality to the world of dreams peacefully like a child after a long day, even if the sun is up in the sky there and no moon night here. I fall asleep to his sleepy whispers calling my name, his closed eyes and lips pinker than mine, I stare at him and think how much I'm in love with this person. I ponder upon ending the call, but I don't, thinking just this once, I can pretend that we're sleeping together, just not in the same bed, or room, or house, or country, but still together, face to face.  He always sleeps before me, peacefully, telling me the tale of his tiredness and I let him and watch how perfect he looks and think how I can stare at this one person sleeping all my life. But I know, if he'll sleep in front of me in person, I would probably wake him back up just becaus...

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, ...

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...

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...