Rown

Me: Mirror mirror on the wall Who's the happiest of them all? Mirror: Wait, aren't you supposed to ask who's the fairest? Me: No, I know I'm not the fairest, And I don't need anyone to tell me I'm less pretty than anyone, But Tell me who's the happiest So I can borrow some from them, And give it to my heart, And look at you face to face  Stare without getting heartbroken at my reflection  That looks like it's grieving for the smile  it has lost in the war, And every time I look at it,  I feel like I'm attending a funeral. Maybe it'll give it some strength  to lift up the curves even if it is just for the crucial times. Tell me, Tell me so I can turn the world upside down, To find it Even if I have no magic in me,  Facebook is no less than that, Tell me o' mirror, I need to know I'm tired of seeing this soulless eyes  That has been washed way too many times by tears  And has lost i...

Black, dark, Hanging onto you  whenever there is even a little light in your life, I make sure to be there. Seen, unseen, People either see me and ignore Or don’t see at all, But I make sure to tag along Front, back, sideways I be wherever I can, Holding on to you Like you are my master But I’m the ruler You’re my source And I suck the life outta you like a parasite. Outdoors, indoors, I hover around you And you barely manage to push me away I know you tried. Happiness, sadness, I love to linger and tap you time to time Especially when you are laughing the loudest, I invite my best friend "anxiety" in and party playing the string of your nerves Feed on your happiness And get drunk on your soul It is my favorite booze. Known, unknown, I know you know me as a synonym of your shadow, That follows you around everywhere you go, And people i...

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, ...

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...

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...