We love to listen, priests wish to singWe're exchanging hearts not only the ring
Life isn't stationary, one has to swing
Wedding is ours, so we're enjoying.
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
Eye 2 Eye
We love to listen, priests wish to singWe're exchanging hearts not only the ring
Life isn't stationary, one has to swing
Wedding is ours, so we're enjoying.
Monday, March 3, 2008
Feel 2 Feel
NOISE POWER by Santosh Acharya
The World, without vision, when ruled by Noise, I can't respain peevish
But heroic victory in the creator's mind, God! What a hearty wish?
Shuttering rifles, the regular earthquakes are ruling with rapid rattle
General man! Thy painful voice of hunger and thirst, is like oil in sand
Who thinks when Noise threatens innocent hearts with bombing battle
In the World of Word democracy,Ordinary Being! Who cares thy gloomy band?
Equality will how awake, if tightened inside their quilt with thread
Their Noise much powerful than thy voice,evidences Nagasaki,Hiroshima
Hope is slumped with anxiety and loss, for months, thy stomach lacks bread
If implemented, wisdom sulkily, that will be thy ardent stamina
Their way, the hell is too bloody, in every step, look there is death fence
A stitch in time saves nine, so visionary minds think in time
Atomic Clone, their, can destroy the world, no use of thy physical defence
For Love, Society and Brotherhood, Let's flourish the peaceful hymn.
The World, without vision, when ruled by Noise, I can't respain peevish
But heroic victory in the creator's mind, God! What a hearty wish?
Shuttering rifles, the regular earthquakes are ruling with rapid rattle
General man! Thy painful voice of hunger and thirst, is like oil in sand
Who thinks when Noise threatens innocent hearts with bombing battle
In the World of Word democracy,Ordinary Being! Who cares thy gloomy band?
Equality will how awake, if tightened inside their quilt with thread
Their Noise much powerful than thy voice,evidences Nagasaki,Hiroshima
Hope is slumped with anxiety and loss, for months, thy stomach lacks bread
If implemented, wisdom sulkily, that will be thy ardent stamina
Their way, the hell is too bloody, in every step, look there is death fence
A stitch in time saves nine, so visionary minds think in time
Atomic Clone, their, can destroy the world, no use of thy physical defence
For Love, Society and Brotherhood, Let's flourish the peaceful hymn.
Friday, February 29, 2008
Respect 2 Respect
MOTHERLAND, THE HIGHEST by Santosh Acharya
Hey, irrational human!
Your mind's visions are rotten
Your fidelities are decayed
To the injured innocent motherland
Pulling your neck with rope
Very soon, you've to be donkey, Otherwise
No matter if you've forgotten her
But, hey respectless being!
This is my motherland
Play not a dirty game on her lap.
Your false vows have killed away her hope
Your freedom has kidnapped her identity
With your greed-wrapped errors
Firing regularly in her dignity
Hey, Ghost of her bright dream!
Hey, curse of my heart and mind!
Please, wait!
Don't play a dirty game on her lap.
Mother is high
Motherland is the highest
So, she possesses solemnity
But your vision bank is hungry for her sale
But your stone heart
fills joy of destroying my dreams
Hey, irrational leech
Rather suck me
Enjoy with my blood, how much you can
Pour hot boiling water on me
Block my respiratory world
taking me in the door of Hell
But don't see her with Ravan's eyes
Don't raise your sinful hand
Don't go near her
Hey, Please don't play a dirty game in her lap.
On the road of your destiny
Tears of your mother has overflooded
Gears of your own brothers' and sisters' life have failed
Country's breathe has kidnapped
So, Hey Yamaraj! Hey, Evil Heart!
It's enough! Don't recite your horrible hymn
Please do not play a dirty game on her lap.
( Note:Ravan's eyes means cruel eyes and Yamaraj means The Death in Hindu religion )
Hey, irrational human!
Your mind's visions are rotten
Your fidelities are decayed
To the injured innocent motherland
Pulling your neck with rope
Very soon, you've to be donkey, Otherwise
No matter if you've forgotten her
But, hey respectless being!
This is my motherland
Play not a dirty game on her lap.
Your false vows have killed away her hope
Your freedom has kidnapped her identity
With your greed-wrapped errors
Firing regularly in her dignity
Hey, Ghost of her bright dream!
Hey, curse of my heart and mind!
Please, wait!
Don't play a dirty game on her lap.
Mother is high
Motherland is the highest
So, she possesses solemnity
But your vision bank is hungry for her sale
But your stone heart
fills joy of destroying my dreams
Hey, irrational leech
Rather suck me
Enjoy with my blood, how much you can
Pour hot boiling water on me
Block my respiratory world
taking me in the door of Hell
But don't see her with Ravan's eyes
Don't raise your sinful hand
Don't go near her
Hey, Please don't play a dirty game in her lap.
On the road of your destiny
Tears of your mother has overflooded
Gears of your own brothers' and sisters' life have failed
Country's breathe has kidnapped
So, Hey Yamaraj! Hey, Evil Heart!
It's enough! Don't recite your horrible hymn
Please do not play a dirty game on her lap.
( Note:Ravan's eyes means cruel eyes and Yamaraj means The Death in Hindu religion )
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Friend 2 Friend
LOST AND ALL ALONE by Santosh Acharya
Friendship is the feeling of mutual regard and attachment among persons who
come in contact with one another in life.Like to like is the law that
governs friendship.Life is full of many ups and downs and we need friends at
all times.Thus, friends are an inseparable part of our lives.
My friendship with Aakash started when I was living in Panauti while i was
studying at Siddhartha Vanasthali Institute.At that time i used to live in a
quarter in front of Aakash's house.Being neighbours we became fast
friends.Although he was a few years older than me, we shared the same tastes
and ideas.
Though he had failed in the SLC exam he never gave up hope.He was determined
to pass it in the coming year.He was an excellent barber as well and he
passed his days by working in his own salon.
After my school hours we used to wander around the Gorakhnath Hill.We enjoyed gossiping on serious and sometimes funny
subjects.The view of the Himalayas and Panauti Valley from the summit of
Gorakhnath is astounding.
Every Saturday we used to go to Roshi River to wash our clothes and to take
a bath.Aakash was an excellent swimmer.Once I almost drowned in the deep
Khopasi Pond.It was Aakash who saved me.We were so close to each other that
we never hid anything from each other.As I am a little poetic I used to
recite some of my poems to him and he felt very happy.
Our friendship established a very good and close relationship between our
families also.We were such fast friends that we were ready to sacrifice
anything for each other if the need arose.Mutual understanding,toleration
and the willingness to forgive are the best qualities that I found in
him.His friendship rendered prosperity more brilliant and made adversity
more bearable.We both were great medicines for each other for all the ills
of life.His counsel, his sympathy and his assistance lightened my
anxieties.Although we faced many problems, obstacles and deceptions, we
solved them together, tactfully.
One day when I was returning to home from the school I saw a big crowd in
front of Aakash's house.I grew frightened.Someone was weeping bitterly.I walked quickly to the spot.There a sight greeted me beyond my worst nightmare.I saw
the dead body of my beloved friend Aakash.I was told that he had been run over by a bus.That scene pierced my heart.I felt as if someone had poured boiling hot water on me.My sight was blurred with tears and my ears were ringing.I felt paralysed and suffocated.I was shattered and heart broken.Every part of my body went numb.
No matter how hard i cried but my friend didn't come to wipe my tears.I asked God why He had taken my friend and what his fault was but the statue remained silent.
Now, though I have many friends I am still alone for I haven't found my Aakash.I will always remember him.He lives in my heart and the memories we made are forever fresh in my mind .I don't understand why he was taken away but I pray to god that his departed soul may rest in peace.
Friendship is the feeling of mutual regard and attachment among persons who
come in contact with one another in life.Like to like is the law that
governs friendship.Life is full of many ups and downs and we need friends at
all times.Thus, friends are an inseparable part of our lives.
My friendship with Aakash started when I was living in Panauti while i was
studying at Siddhartha Vanasthali Institute.At that time i used to live in a
quarter in front of Aakash's house.Being neighbours we became fast
friends.Although he was a few years older than me, we shared the same tastes
and ideas.
Though he had failed in the SLC exam he never gave up hope.He was determined
to pass it in the coming year.He was an excellent barber as well and he
passed his days by working in his own salon.
After my school hours we used to wander around the Gorakhnath Hill.We enjoyed gossiping on serious and sometimes funny
subjects.The view of the Himalayas and Panauti Valley from the summit of
Gorakhnath is astounding.
Every Saturday we used to go to Roshi River to wash our clothes and to take
a bath.Aakash was an excellent swimmer.Once I almost drowned in the deep
Khopasi Pond.It was Aakash who saved me.We were so close to each other that
we never hid anything from each other.As I am a little poetic I used to
recite some of my poems to him and he felt very happy.
Our friendship established a very good and close relationship between our
families also.We were such fast friends that we were ready to sacrifice
anything for each other if the need arose.Mutual understanding,toleration
and the willingness to forgive are the best qualities that I found in
him.His friendship rendered prosperity more brilliant and made adversity
more bearable.We both were great medicines for each other for all the ills
of life.His counsel, his sympathy and his assistance lightened my
anxieties.Although we faced many problems, obstacles and deceptions, we
solved them together, tactfully.
One day when I was returning to home from the school I saw a big crowd in
front of Aakash's house.I grew frightened.Someone was weeping bitterly.I walked quickly to the spot.There a sight greeted me beyond my worst nightmare.I saw
the dead body of my beloved friend Aakash.I was told that he had been run over by a bus.That scene pierced my heart.I felt as if someone had poured boiling hot water on me.My sight was blurred with tears and my ears were ringing.I felt paralysed and suffocated.I was shattered and heart broken.Every part of my body went numb.
No matter how hard i cried but my friend didn't come to wipe my tears.I asked God why He had taken my friend and what his fault was but the statue remained silent.
Now, though I have many friends I am still alone for I haven't found my Aakash.I will always remember him.He lives in my heart and the memories we made are forever fresh in my mind .I don't understand why he was taken away but I pray to god that his departed soul may rest in peace.
Monday, February 25, 2008
Love 2 Love
OPTIONLESS LOVE by Santosh Acharya
Who will feel my love in the days to come
If it is originated from the bottom of my heart
Though Yet, only my heart knows, not by all, not by some
Who thinks what about me, Am I a desert?
If I could search a little place in your mind
Either with my Poetry or with my Letter
You and the World to come would say, "This guy is blind."
Should I still love you or die my beloved, What'll be better?
If the World makes me lonely, I should born my feeling
You won't be affected dear, but I'll die
If the pain can't be endured, no meaning of healing
If sacrifice is to gain, I accept, I won't lie
If you say life is to live, what should be done?
If true love is discarded, what's the next option?
Who will feel my love in the days to come
If it is originated from the bottom of my heart
Though Yet, only my heart knows, not by all, not by some
Who thinks what about me, Am I a desert?
If I could search a little place in your mind
Either with my Poetry or with my Letter
You and the World to come would say, "This guy is blind."
Should I still love you or die my beloved, What'll be better?
If the World makes me lonely, I should born my feeling
You won't be affected dear, but I'll die
If the pain can't be endured, no meaning of healing
If sacrifice is to gain, I accept, I won't lie
If you say life is to live, what should be done?
If true love is discarded, what's the next option?
Saturday, February 23, 2008
Time 2 Realise
TRUE SOCIAL SERVICE by Santosh Acharya
Time and again the cloud blocks, but, anyhow the bright sun shines
No use of fragmented Vision, Unity, the magnet, everything it combines
Lazy dreamers who sleep for months, for them, days and nights are same
If the deaf has to listen the world's pain, what's the use of audible ear?
Dramatical theatre, this world for them who pretend and bark for fame
Mother! How can rocky hearts feel your appeal, don't believe in their crocodile tear
Revenge mixed blood, excrable wish, you seem totally dejected
Selfish minds, how can you create productive and substainable vision?
Negativity burns you completely man, Positivity, the needed attitude
If social work is for satisfaction, why your eyes are staring at cash?
For your service, this world, the universe, reward you with heartful gratitude
Name and Identity only remains, trust me, the rest will convert into an ash
Time and again the cloud blocks, but, anyhow the bright sun shines
No use of fragmented Vision, Unity, the magnet, everything it combines
Lazy dreamers who sleep for months, for them, days and nights are same
If the deaf has to listen the world's pain, what's the use of audible ear?
Dramatical theatre, this world for them who pretend and bark for fame
Mother! How can rocky hearts feel your appeal, don't believe in their crocodile tear
Revenge mixed blood, excrable wish, you seem totally dejected
How can you bloom the flowes of hopes, spreading terrors and false illusion?
If you know you're a burden to this world, dare to be rejected
Selfish minds, how can you create productive and substainable vision?
Negativity burns you completely man, Positivity, the needed attitude
If social work is for satisfaction, why your eyes are staring at cash?
For your service, this world, the universe, reward you with heartful gratitude
Name and Identity only remains, trust me, the rest will convert into an ash
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