su_tshant Basnet Kazi (Rajput-Chhetri)
In bottles,And in flesh..In taste of the rain..In touch of pain..In perfume..And in roses..Also in heaven..In clouds..And in bleeding sun..And in wounded moon..In love,In hate,In doubts too..Also in fate..In faith..In fairness..And in harshness..In gentleness..In smoke..In helplessness..In carelessness..In blood..Tears..Vomit..Piss..In elixir..In poison..In everything..I've searched for my lost soul everywhere..But I don't seem to find..Now there's a void in my chest, once where my soul used to sit..Void so deep, not even a million souls would fill..There's a hell in me..©️su_tshant
I've become spiritually homeless..
They insulted my drunkenness by carrying me home last night.
Sudarshan dhari jaba garjeyi ubye agari..Thar thar kamyo duryodhan jastai abla nari.Hey! Syuodhan tha abhamani..Hunu sakyenas afanta ko afnu tha.Kasari hunu tero ma..Ma dharmaraj Sanga chu, dinai dharma ko saath..Dustha tha jasto ko lagi, srijana mailye garye ko hun narga ko parth.Lob, lalsa, ablisha le varyeko tero gidhi..kamzor eti cha budjaina dharma adharma ko paristhithi..Jaba garisih tailye kul badhu ko apman..Sheethal, pawan jasko hridai thi panchali ..Bhariyeko thero paap ko gara, tha dustha abmamani..Garna sakyenas thailye kul nariko saaman..K? Knai suraksha khojna awnchas ma samman?Hola tha mitrata ko parivasha..Tara thero paap tap tap chundai garye ko ablisha..Cha sabai tero ku nithi.. ku nai cha tero bichar..Tha dusta ko sangar..Nai ho udyasha mero..Paap ko sangar kai lagi mero Krishna avtaar..©su_tshant
Burning in a slow blue flame, I'm, leaving with the purple rain.
Laxami parshad devkota.
जरुर साथी म पागल !यस्तै छ मेरो हाल ।म शब्दलाई देख्दछु !दृश्यलाई सुन्दछु !बासनालाई संबाद लिन्छु ।आकाशभन्दा पातालका कुरालाई छुन्छु ।ती कुरा,जसको अस्तित्व लोक मान्दैंनजसको आकार संसार जान्दैन !म देख्दछु, ढुङ्गालाई फूल !जब, जलकिनारका जल चिप्ला ती,कोमलाकार, पाषाण,चाँदनीमा,स्वर्गकी जादूगर्नी मतिर हाँस्दा,पत्रिएर, नर्मिएर, झल्किएर,बल्किएर, उठ्दछन् मूक पागलझैँ,फूलझैँ- एक किसिमका चकोर फूल !म बोल्दछु तिनसँग, जस्तो बोल्दछन् ती मसँगएक भाषा, साथी !जो लेखिन्न, छापिन्न, बोलिन्न, बुझाइन्न, सुनाइन्न ।जुनेली गङ्गा-किनार छाल आउँछ तिनको भाषासाथी ! छाल छाल !जरुर साथी म पागल !यस्तै छ मेरो हाल !तिमी चतुर छौ, वाचाल !तिम्रो शुद्ध गणित सूत्र हरहमेशा चलिरहेको छमेरो गणितमा एकबाट एक झिकेएकै बाँकी रहन्छ !तिमी पाँच इन्द्रियले काम गर्छौ,म छैटौँले !तिम्रो गिदी छ साथी !मेरो मुटु ।तिमी गुलाफलाई गुलाफ सिवाय देख्न सक्तैनौ,म उसमा हेलेन र पद्मिनी पाउँछु,तिमी बलिया गद्य छौ !म तरल पद्य छु !तिमी जम्दछौ जब म पग्लन्छु,तिमी सँग्लन्छौ जब म धमिलो बन्छु,र ठीक त्यसैका उल्टो !तिम्रो संसार ठोस छ ।मेरो बाफ !तिम्रो बाक्लो, मेरो पातलो !तिमी ढुङ्गालाई वस्तु ठान्दछौ,ठोस कठोरता तिम्रो यथार्थ छ ।म सपनालाई समात्न खोज्दछु,जस्तो तिमी, त्यो चिसो, मीठो अक्षर काटेकोपान्ढीकीको बाटुलो सत्यलाई !मेरो छ वेग काँडाको साथी !तिम्रो सुनको र हीराको !तिमी पहाडलाई लाटा भन्दछौ,म भन्छु वाचाल ।जरुर साथी ।मेरो एक नशा ढिलो छ ।यस्तै छ मेरो हाल !
I had bought 2 bottles of whiskey..Was drunk on half already..My friend was too drunk to drive..I drove his car back home..Parked it, took out the whiskey..Went in to his room and poured us both a drink..His roommate joined in..We were all drinking and talking..I remember ordering for more drink..We were all drinking..When I woke up, it was the next day, I was at my room..Somehow I had teleported magically..From my friend's room to mine..I had accidentally discovered time travel and lost it's secret to amnesia.©su_tshant
What do I do, i can't stop falling for you?
What's more beautiful than a round and ripe ass of a woman?©su_tshant
I stood akimbo at my courtyard contemplating my day forth. Unlike other Sundays today was to be a day of hard labour. Maintenance of the front lawn and the garden was something that could not be postponed, furthermore those weathered garden fences needed to be replaced with newer ones. It was going to be a long day ahead. What does a man need on a hot summer Sunday? Some chilled beers and a good smoke, both of which had been taken care of.
“What is it baby?”
“We are going out today right daddy?”
“No baby! Daddy is going to work the garden.”
“No daddy! You promised me a pink fairy dress on my birthday and also a frozen princess themed cake.” “please daddy hurry up now! I’ve already invited all my friends.”
Damn! It had been a hectic week, all those overtime had taken a toll on my mind. Being single working father is not everyone’s cup of tea. My little princess was turning 5 the coming Tuesday and I had completely forgotten about her birthday.
“Ah! Did you invite Liam?”
“ Okay! Now get in and get dressed.”
Her face bloomed like a daisy in the snow. She trotted off towards her room giggling and all excited. Seeing her happy made me happy. After Bella she was all I had left. She was my world. Losing Bella to cancer was the single most greatest tragedy of my life. I often missed her, at mornings, at noon, at night, in sunlight, in air, in wind, in breath and breathing to in my hearts beating, I missed her in everything. I missed her eyes and her smile and her touch, her kiss and her hug, moreover I missed her presence, oh! I missed her..
Liam her classmate and as per her say her boyfriend. Liam’s dad, Andy, and I we were buddies and worked at the same firm.
Andy had recently sold his old house across the street to a science professor, and had bought the house next to ours, which was vacant after the previous owner Mrs. Evans a 87year old lady went on to live with her son.
I called and asked Andy and Liam to accompany us, to which he happily complied. Andy’s wife Cynthia had left him for an another man. Both being single father had laid a strong foundation to our friendship, we were more like brothers.
#yearnc#writersnetwork#writersbayI was around sevenAnd was on few days offto gramp's country side cottage.surpassing those elms and maplesBehind the Walbury hills bleak.Those were the overcast wintersWith shimmering golden sunshineMeadows of Emerald green grasses,a hazy sky,with tall english pines.He was laid on his rocking chairWith his ivory coated smoking pipe, cape backed overcoat on.And mahogany walking stick by his side.His high backed rocking chair had always fascinated to decoy me.To be laid on, but scarcely had it been so, As he was old and weakling.Hardly had he left it vacant letting me to sank inI would peek and sneak,in to his room, while the door seldom left ajar.I scarcely ever left a chanceto lay on fleetingly, even when He's gone not too far.I hankered after for him to be away, Lest I'm not getting to lay, whilst one day my wish to dispose onPerennially undisturbed, unruffled had disheartenedly come true.He was laid motionless on bedhad left for his heavenly abode, appalled beside I stoodhushed and numb as I should, I bit my lower lip,stunned face wipedYet I hadn't shed a droplet of tear, for quite some time, quite a some timeI kept on gazing the vacant rocking chair, But ne'er laid on anymore What I always pined for before...Ever I yearned to be laid onNe'er ever to ownMight my yearns took him awayThat culpability I owe so far,and still is on...©Blackbird _
The Deplorable yearn
kaise na hoti mohabbatwo samne se guzre aur hum uske khayalo mein dubte gaye©fairytales_
it is true that timeflows through my fingertips,faster than a charlatan changing professions.red water territory, washingthese swollen hands,bitter liver, leaking glands;nicotine has sued my breathing habits,pale, stand-offish and anaemic.seven spliffs on a weekdayhad my wings clipped,muffle the pain, and muzzle my brain,stuck in the hangar,leave the noose hanging around my neck.negligible incidence of lightunder my bed, it's a total eclipse,farewell to my shine, that my motherhas grown to miss.another day spent,in the totality, not manyof my friends are left;severe myself from the pavementand brush the dirt off my psyche,Hennessy in my iced tea.drinking and missing my grandmother,pouring some cold white winewith the Colt .45 in it; and hellmeets where Elm Street is,jotting this quick, because these demonswouldn't let me focus so well.©the_fox
I'd spend ten thousand hours and ten thousand more.oh, if that's what it takes to learn that sweet heart of yoursJustin Bieber
Itna mat tadpao mujhe kitumhe pane ki chahatkhatam hojaye©jelsa_thinks_you_are_cute
Aap ko pane se zyada khushitoh aap ko chahane mein thi©jelsa_thinks_you_are_cute
She is stubborn She hates being touched and She doesn't like many people. Her heart is nearly as black as the hairShe wants the world to think she has.In the eyes of some she's monster but monster comes in many forms, and some monster aren't really a monster at all. Sometimes monster are just fairies that are scared to be loved. And sometimes they are the ones that deserves love most.
If someday somehow I end up succeeding in killing myself. Do you think the next life will be better than this? Do you think i will be happy up there?©tashiyangdon
It's okayLet my people lie to meLet this world deceive meAnd let me live in liesPerhaps I could be little happier.©tashiyangdon