Devil’s Pretty Face


Monday, October 3, 2016

In the field of eternal silence, I met my demon, he was sleeping
I asked him, where do you rest, or are you still running?
It’s time, I’m done with people, come and engulf me
You need to drown me where the madness swirls
And I need to become somebody within me

It’s the people, these people makes me sick
They are the disease that I suffer with
How long shall I tolerate, their disguise are autonomous
They’ve come to me becoming friends and lovers
They kill me, and they run promulgating the hoax of my sins

Let me be the devil that ruins the heart of all
Mostly of the lover who creeps inside my soul
I want to bring the disaster that invites the chaos
Ripped it asunder and throw before the world
And scream, “This is me, this will be where I belong.”


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World and Humans


Sunday, October 2, 2016

It’s a different world, you know. It’s a different place, filled with different people. They think somebody’s sorrow or somebody struggle is not of their concern, until it has to be face by them. But I thought we humans are all the same, that we understand when someone suffers, when someone falls down because we are made up of same soul, same heart but I guess I was wrong… we are different. We don’t feel when someone does. We don’t even stand up for something that we believe in. It’s a different country with different people. Protesting for their selfishness. Using greed instead of heart. And you question humanity instead of your action. What a world!



Monday, October 3, 2016

You smelled like the garden with autumn leaves, and a little rain of spring- less of us and more earthly, and why I loved you.

Who am I?

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Tuesday, October 4, 2016

No one is greater or lesser than me. That is all I care and that is all I feel. I am here to do right thing but less and I should do greatly or exceptionally but quickly because I have no intention of seeking life beyond the dead trees. I have feared only age not emptiness; only love not hate. My weakness is for kind and innocence; not for cruelty and violence. I will not bow before any god or goddess by the likes of mere human whose belief changes with greed and temples. My vow rest with nature… as life is what it grows and life it gives, I worship every living – trees, mountains, rivers… from dust to wind. I despise society, trend and ignorant people, but I heartily welcomes your authenticity, respect, love, kindness & generosity. If you or are one of them; I greet to you with my pure intention as I am only a soul let born from the heavenly stars… I agree to walk with you for greater call!

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“Order Now! My Poetry Book Available”


It’s unbelievable to say, finally, my first book of poetry is here- Anemone: The windflower. Dear readers, you can show me your support and interest by purchasing it or sharing the links to your friends. It is available on Amazon and Barnes & Noble bookstores now.
The book has 102 pages filled with poems, prose and philosophy with few illustrations scribbled by me.

|For International|
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|For Nepal|
Soon to be Officially launched and released, where you can get your copies of ANEMONE: The Windflower easily in the local stores and libraries. Till then you can wait or you can still order through amazon and get your copies.

Just get it. Spread it, share it. Make Anemone known!

Hope you enjoy your read.

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Wednesday, October 5, 2016

I need a song to make me sleep; tuck me in
No remorse, no grief shall find me weep
Like a lovers hands, I will trust these pillow warmth
Let me dream something sweetest, sweet as my mother’s defeat

Like the labour’s shoulder, the days gets heavy on me
Whom shall I share the ‘inside’, oh they only saw what they thought, they seen
I need a song, maybe some; they will sing me to sleep
I have lost my faith to these people I trusted, they do not know me

I want to sleep with these loneliness
No thoughts, no world, nor people shall penetrate me.