They come as tiny tides
forcing the eyes to hide
the water that had to fall
resting upon the earth as a pearl.

I 'm feelin' a tremor
inspite of my negligence to rumor
I'm gettin' the wave
hittin' me right in my face
I'm watchin' the prey
still I've nothin' to say
I'm observin' the siesmograph
but it doesn't show even a rash
I'm searchin' for the destruction
yet i only see the construction.

Tremor's still hittin' me
right across the depths of my sentiment sea
Tremor's still urgin' me
guidin' me to a land of imaginations
with closed eyes where I could see
people with their eyes open
drinking the human blood
submerged in the battle of flood
people holding ammunitions
being ready for the demolition.

Pleaded death to be set free
'Lemme go away
i committed no offence
for this time gimme a chance'

So fearful was death
that
sweat made its black clothing wet.

So afraid was death
of its own death
that
it knelt its knees for mercy.

When you think
tears are running so fast
and it seems
our love won't long last
close your eyes
take a deep breathe
from within the mental darkness
you'll see that you're
my life!

When you feel
nobody cares for you
and there's no one
to hold your hand
go back to the memory lane
you'll see my soul
playing with your soft hands
kissing your delicate body
never wanting an end
but Death God would by then have my body sent.

Always say you love the one
who can't see anything beyond you
be grateful to the greatness of God
that always wants love to be true.

Never cry for the lost beloved
who has gone far away in the space
keep patience over the will of God
that always maintains the balance via nature's grace.

Always smile at the moment of present
for your tears won't do any good
keep faith upon the miracle of God
that always wants us to be in a jolly mood.

I realized
you had gone
quietly
away in the horizon
beneath the mud
tulips covering you up
and a tomb standing firm
as an insignia of your departure.

I had slept with you
the day before
but why am I feelin'
feelin' like
thy breathe's lost.

And it was yesterday
you embraced me
we did make love
but I still don't understand
what made you go away.

Yes it was yesterday
she told me
she'll be with me
and I repeated the same.

Seems it stiff
but withered within
unaware of the event.

It has seen
many springs
many falls.

It has known
before being a butterfly
the caterpillar crawls.

Been it has
through the test of nature
through the fury of calamities.

Burnt it has
the thing called soul
analyzing its abnormalities.

Perceived it has
the immovable curse
gets over with the angel's touch.

Silence it needs
and as a devotee
that goes for a pilgrimage
we go out to a place
where they care about our hunger.

Leaving their own hunger
and losing all their inactiveness
they serve us with delicacies
that rinse our tastebuds
putting the grinded thing into our belly.

Constantly poured liquid
settles it down and down
appetite gets a relief
and prepares us for a new deed
that could set a new horizon in our life.

All of this
yet rests upon money
few move their tongues
and devour the served thing
remain yet starved many.

Completeness seeks you
and everytime
you stretch your arms
it maintains the bond.

Dwells incompleteness
hither and thither
it has nowhere to go
with its exhausted footprints.

Sometimes
shadows forget
that
they need to be casted.

That is when
I see you
alone in a grassland
searching a companion.

Sometimes
moon
surpasses
the beauty of the stars.

Beauty gets stolen
and
saved permanently
in the heart.

Mind only reads
your smile
your lips
your charm.

She was singing a song
so sweet though long.
She was moving her lips
what a beauty the Mighty reaps.

Strangers surrounded her
and the aviation grounded.
She was up in the sky
seeming gravity bounded.

Petals spreaded themselves
to welcome the voice.
Everyone was cheering
as she was the ultimate choice.

As she stepped upon the green
butterflies did a merry dance.
She smiled for the first time
spreading her charm at once.

Planet was waiting her
for many years.
And it has found her
amidst happy tears.

There'll be no more cyclones
and no more temors
you know why!

All is lost
with waves of the air.
She is calling the one-
who has nothing to spare.

The dance in the jungle
with wide spread arms.
She has come for aid-
defeating all the harm.

She builds the trust
even upon the rust.
She holds our belief-
upon the breathtaking cliff.

She comes
and shows her fragrance.
She dwells among us-
and teaches the romance.

Worries!
where are they?
what are they?
why are they?

She questions
and demands a reply.
We nod-
as there's nothing to supply.

How is she?
who is she?
Interrogate your heart-
and search in thee.

"With the calling name Shyame, Shyam Bahadur Biswokarma was born to economically strangled family. He couldn't get paternal care as his father died when Shyam was just sixteen months. His mother nourished him with the namesake agricultural land she had. But she also got killed in a cross-firing while returning from the jungle after collecting dried logs of wood. Shyame was now lonely. He couldn't do physical works because of his small age and weakness. And one day, he headed to Kathmandu to make a living with a man who was uncle by relation. Upon reaching the valley, the chameleon-color of his uncle showed off. He sold Shyame for a mere six thousand rupees to a restaurant owner. Shyame didn't like this work. He saw few other children of his age working there. Then on, Shyame's daily routine including waking up at wee hours and washing the dishes till midnight. He was subjected to clean the restaurant and scrub wastage daily. One day he dropped a glass while serving tea to a customer. The owner kicked Shyame out and fired him from the work. His job was then gone and he dwelled in the cold streets of Kathmandu. Sleeping without food had become his destiny and finding wealth among plastic waste wasn't new to him.
Shyame was observing child rights days for many years. One new slogan, one new five star hotel. Access of children like Shyame to these program was often impossible. He listened to a minister at Tundikhel. Promulgated- It is our prime concern to save child rights. Until A.D. this and that, no child will remain starved. These are pillars of tomorrow.
Irony told that Bhola, a companion of Shyame worked at the same minister's. Said Bhola- The minister grills him daily as a dog, work-work-work, I can't stand this anymore.

Days aren't always weary. Veteran social worker Dayanand was also present in the programme. Shyame concluded his words in form of an emotional poem.
- ...
Peep into yourself
and search the softer side.
Progress will only be possible-
iff you think of each and every child.

After this poem, social worker Dayanand praised Shyame for his poem. The ministers turned blue and red, so called child-rights workers who sustained their own life in the name of child-welfare had their heads lowered with shame. All at once, everyone gave a big hand to Shyame's words."