Saturday, February 28, 2015

Out of the blue I

There was something;
that kept us binding.

Some chit chats,
some silent hours.
Either sitting on the lanes
or listening some melodious themes

There was something;
that helped us talking

Our meeting
and that sitting,
Neither it was supposed
nor it was opposed.

I don't know how you felt
but it was something
I would surely not delete.

I don't want to find
what that something is?
I would simply wish

it to remain just as it is. 

Wednesday, February 25, 2015

The Window Pane

I opened the window
tightly jammed few days ago
found there is still darkness outside,
like the feelings that is rolling inside

Suddenly there was a heavy rain
that thrashed my window pane
making it all wet
as if it will make me forget
that the pane was locked for a long
taking all those rust away
giving the feelings a new way
                                                    
I kept on thinking
"Is it monsoon; that's why it's raining?"

"No, it's not.
Even the nature has forgot;
it's own rule,
when to go dry and when to turn blue."

"Is it the fault of nature?
Or, I am boasting thinking I am better?"

"Yeah, the later one is correct.
Wait, I must insurrect.
I am just a subject,
who  has no right to object;
the rules of nature,
it's mobile feature

I have to understand
I can't close the window pane
simply because, now there is rain
or, I am on pain

The rain will pause soon
The sun too will loom
May be winter will arrive
Trees may go dry

I am just a beholder
who can simply open the folder
of the window
and see the scene
outside the building

But,
It's my choice
whether or not to rejoice
whether to dance on rain
or sit in darkness closing the window pane.

Here, 
I once again open my window
now to behold the dryness,
let the wind blow.
And one day again
the weather will  change
and I can enjoy the beauty once again. 

Sunday, February 22, 2015

You are still inside me.......

I am in love with your soul. 
You were there in a deep sleep
as if you had forgotten to breath
eyes half shut, half opened
I went near and looked
your mouth was open
as if you were going to speak.

I was expecting that you would call my name
once again we would play that ludo game
I am ready to let you win
because I love your face with grin

Suddenly, everyone surrounded you
flowers and garlands mounted you
some people carried your bed
wrapping you with a white garment

I was still expecting
you were just acting,
the way you used to tease me before
with the sound of your snore

This time, you didn't wake up
rather people started to make up
the woods for your pyre
to burn you in the fire

I was still there in front of you
thinking that the fire would hurt you
but everyone was busy in the mob
and my feelings rolled down through the sob

When the fire started engulfing
your each body parts turn by turn
my heart started scratching
searching for your soul on and on

I searched you in the river
flowing beside you
I searched you in the smoke
hovering just above you

Finally when you turned completely in to ashes
I found you in the laces,
of my heart
where sweet memories entangled

you are still inside me
completely with me
all the time,
now no tensions, no work loads
you are completely free
within me, deep inside me.

Saturday, February 21, 2015

Letter to humanity

Dear humanity,
I had the opinion earlier that you are there inside the heart of every people. So it wasn't necessary to go to everyone and ask if they have you inside them or not. But a recent incident made me realize that I must search you. Are you alright? Or, have you become sick? Or, where have you been? Are you fed up with the people of this earth and have already left this planet? Or have you diminished your quantity so that you are not being able to be in everyone's heart as the population is increasing day by day?
I think I don't have to mention that I lost my close friend in a recent accident at Babarmahal, Kathmandu. I think I don't have to mention his name to you. If you have the habit of reading newspaper, I think you know about the accident. Oh! How can I forget, that now it's the time of Facebook. I guess you too have an account on it. So, I am damn sure that you must have seen some great shots of the accident scene of the spot. So, I am talking about the same ill-fated person.
I first thought that I shouldn't write to you, it may seem like a complain. And if you shared this letter to anyone they would obviously think that I am writing this because I am being biased as he was my friend. Okay, I do agree when I am writing this I am not thinking about the structures nor about the rules of composition; accuracy, balance and credibility. For the first time when I got the news that he died on the spot. I could hardly believe it. Then I thought it may have happened as many people have died the same way. Still the time, when he was there burning on the pyre at 'Pashupati Aryaghat' I was thinking it's the God who did this. It was HIM who is always in search of the good persons for his service at heaven. So he took him away.  I was convincing myself.
Then the next day, when I was a bit on my senses, I tried to find out actually what had happened. How did it happened then I found out it was not God who did this but it were you. When the accident happened he hadn't died then on the spot. He was crying a lot and asking for help. Everyone gathered there with in a moment but no one dared to take him to the hospital. He had a severe head injury but still he was strong enough to be in senses and ask for help but there was no one. Everyone was busy taking photos and videos at that moment. I guess the photos got uploaded on the Facebook and got circled on the twitter much before he was taken to the hospital. I don't have any complain with them as well as it is the time of social media. I think everyone had already started to pray for his life then. But there on the busy road, all covered in blood my friend was asking for everyone to save his life.
Oh, why should I complain the common people, they are the peddlers who have their busy schedule?There was traffic police, but he too was eagerly waiting for the ambulance which arrived in fifteen minutes times, which definitely is a short period but if he had shown his little effort my friend would have got the bed of hospital even earlier than that as the hospital was not much far away from the accident spot. I can understand him also as there was the fault of my friend as he was on the bike which had broken the traffic rule and hit an old man. So may be he was angry with the issue, but my question is he could have gone for the punishment procedures after saving his life.
Thus, when peddlers are correct, when traffic police is right in his own way and when God was doing his own job of trying to take him away, dear humanity you tell me whom I should blame at this moment? You are the only left one. I don't know if you have any issues with my friend because as far as I had known him he hasn't killed even an insect. Also, how did you forget some years back in Biratnagar when, one person was like in his condition, he was the one to give his hand forward and take him to the hospital in time and able to save his life. So didn’t you feel that you should pay for that as well if you simply believe in the balance sheet? Or, didn't you know that he was planning to open an orphanage and an old age home? Or, didn't you know that each day walking through the street he used to help those who were in the tragic situation begging beside the street? Or, didn't you know each time in his conversation he used to remember you?
So, it's your fault humanity that you were busy on other stuffs during that hour. As you have not taken his life but because of the incident his mother hasn't gained senses yet. It's your mistake. I lost my friend. I can handle it. We know that our mom will also gain her senses soon as we will take care of her. But my concern is now please don't do this to any one. Be there on time. If you are being so busy please hire attendants for your help. But please be there on time where someone is calling you for help.
I hope you will do care on this now on ward. I don't want any reply from you but I want, it to be executed. I don't want to hear any other news having the same tragedy. Last but not the least, if you are sick, get well soon.

Your's sincerely
Bhawana Shrestha

Wednesday, February 18, 2015

Lost love

February;
the month of love is still on air
you left me alone;
is it fair?

The rose;
that you gave me hasn't faded yet,
why did you fade away making my eyes wet?



Tuesday, February 17, 2015

Once Again

Gathering all my strengths
Once again,
I have tried to crawl upon
Collecting all my reminiscence
Once again,
I have tried to stand on

Once again,
I have believed on myself
Once again,
I have built on my step

Once again,
I have started answering the question
Once again,
I have set my own destination

But this time,
I am more balanced
But this time,
I am more persevered

That's why,
I hope and pray
I won't fall down once again:
but if, I will
I will surely rise once again

Once again, 
with a new strength,
a new aspiration and 
a new bent.

Friday, February 13, 2015

Cute love story of 'Musu' and 'Pyari' (Story of Transformation 4)

'Even strangers are transformed when touched by love's presence.'
What comes in your mind when you hear the word 'LOVE'?
 'Roses', 'Gifts', 'Cards'….
Who comes in your mind when you hear the very word?
'Romeo-Juliet', 'Laila-Majnu'….
I don't know, what you are thinking at the current moment. The answer may vary from person to person. But I guess most of you would have the common answer.  
Oh! Oh! I forgot, the answer may not be common.
You may think of your own loved ones, who of course are different. But if you would ask me the same question, then I remember only one person and one incident.
Wait! Wait! If you are thinking that I am talking about my boyfriend, I am not that lucky one. You are absolutely wrong.
Let me take you ten years back, when I was giving my S.L.C. examination, I still remember, it was our third day of exam and we were too nervous as it was the day of our Mathematics' examination. We were standing on a row waiting our turn to go inside the exam hall, suddenly I happened to see someone carrying one of our friends on his arms and taking her inside the exam hall. I exactly didn't know at that time what really had happened but could feel that my friend was extremely in pain.
Later on, I knew that at that time she was suffering from the disease called Bartholin's Abscess. She was not being able to move and the person on whose arms she was held by was extremely caring and too loveable. I could see even from my exam room that he not only dropped her inside the classroom but waited for three whole hours while she was writing, then again carefully took her in his arms and moved. And this continued till our last date of S.L.C examination.
Okay, let me reveal the suspense before I move any further. My friend got married with him after five years of this incident. The person who was carrying her was actually her boy friend, with whom; she had fallen in love when she was in her 7th grade.
When I am revealing this you may say, what the hell I am talking about? Also most of you may have the strong opinion that I should not share this love story as they were in the wrong age for love, but actually I am sharing this because they are the person who helped me realize the true meaning of 'LOVE'.
If you were the student of Pathibhara English Boarding School, Itahari, S.L.C. batch 2062, then you must have guessed, whom I am talking about. But if you still are in confusion or hadn't noticed that incident or not connected with the incident in any way, then let me disclose you, I am talking about Rama Ghimire.
Rama, who is now in her mid twenties, is a Staff nurse by profession but she expresses, "if there were not Achyut in my life then, I wouldn't be a nurse or say, I wouldn't even dream of being a nurse". Umm! now, this is quite interesting to know. How actually is it?
Rama, who used to be ranked an average student during her school, used to pass the exams but didn't use to expect much from herself. With a great love of poetry, she used to place herself pursuing some general Arts degree while nursing wasn't the place where she could even dream about. (Oh! please don't misinterpret here, that I am not valuing the importance of literature here, when I am talking about her dream. Let ,me make you clear I, myself am the student of literature. The thing is I had a strong desire to pursue it but she just thought of taking it just because she thought herself incapable of pursuing other subject.)
Also, literature is what Rama must value rest of her life as it brought some really amazing moments in her life.
Rama, clearly remembers the very day of 2059 B.S. Baishakh (the period of maoist insurgency, also Rama had already lost her elder brother in a very tragic accident during this period), when her family was invited in one of the programs organized at Hansposa dedicated for the martyrs in a school. Since, there was no one to go to that program from her family, her mom asked her to join the program. On her age of 13, she not only joined the program but even stepped on the stage with her beautiful poem. She still doesn't know the exact reason but during a short brake, two new male characters came next to her and asked her surname once again showing a young guy who was a bit further that they had a bet on her surname. The short talk later on turned into a friendship with one of the guys there, who too revealed that he also shares the same surname with her. Then, later on the friendship turned into a bond of brotherhood as he didn't have any sisters. This relationship became so strong that after that they started to have a frequent visit on each other's house, also shared family problems and sought solutions.
On, similar process, one day her brother talked about the same guy whom he had shown at the program. He told her that he was Achyut Mishra, who was enrolled in his 1st year of B.tech and had a great interest to talk to her. Then, she had some formal talk with him. Then, she also started to meet Achyut during her visit to her brother.
Oh, look how small Rama is here, this is their first photograph :)
Oh, don't guess too much. The visit was just formal, with few talks. Achyut was really shy and introvert kind of person. Though there was nothing special about the relationship between Rama and Achyut at that moment, her brother started to tease them taking each other's name as if they were in a relationship.  Then, that frequent teasing gradually aroused a different kind of feeling in her heart. So, whenever she wouldn't find him around her during her visit to her brother's house, she started to miss him. And, she too had the feeling that even Achyut had also the similar feelings towards her. But both of them didn't disclose it. However, their telephone call and meeting started to be frequent. Most interesting fact is that, there was no formal proposal between them.
Rama still turns red and blushes when she remembers her romantic moments with Achyut during those days. Kabyabatika of Itahari was their venue of date which they used to go on bicycle, listening the song tumse Milana bate karna bada acha lagta hai,  oh! the most romantic part the drizzling rain, samosa of Hira Hotel are what she still remembers. What she didn't like then, but likes now is that always in their meeting, there were no any romantic stuffs but there was only the formulas of Math, talks about Science and about the S.L.C. exams. Achyut was too conscious about her studies and even in telephone he used to ask her questions from the course book. Later, this helped a lot. This was the only thing that helped Rama secure good percentage in her S.L.C exam as she couldn't read during the exam time because of her sickness. And, you would be jealous to know Achyut would come each day and take out the book and read out loud for her so that she could revise them for her exam.
From her studies to all her family problems, Achyut was there being a bolster for her. It was him who asked her to dream big, work for it and achieve it. This has led her to become a successful nurse now, which she thinks that she would have never become if there was not him. Then, finally they started a new life since 2067. And till now, she feels that there is no change in their love. It has grown more and more but the purity is still the same and the respect for one another is still the same.
The sense of independence and freedom given to her by Achyut is what she really loves about him and she with a wide grin in her face shares, "Musu loves the food I cook for him." Upon my inquiry on why she calls her hubby with the nickname 'Musu', she shared a very interesting fact that Achyut never laughs in any of the jokes but gives a faint smile (Musuka hasne). So, cutting the word 'Musuka' short she started to call him 'Musu' and which sounds so sweet and romantic. Of course, she is also called by a nick name 'Pyari' which too is so sweet.
Tom Bodett says, "they say a person needs just there things to be truly happy in this world: someone to love, something to do, and something to hope for." And in this cute story, there is love, there is dream and there is hope and ultimately there is success as well. Right now, Rama is dreaming even more and again continuing her advanced studies in nursing while Achyut is a Scientific Officer at National Agriculture Research Council.
I don't know how much I have been able to showcase the love and the journey of transformation they have gained in their life through their bond (only presented from Rama's side but this has positively affected Achyut's life also), what I would like to share is that they are the one who are the present day love birds who make us believe in the fact that true love is not always tragic that we can read in the stories most of the time. Yes, love takes time to grow, but when it grows, it gives you the courage to fly, to shore up high in the sky.
Yes, true love is not always tragic. And I would like to wish them all the best for their upcoming days. Dear Rama, as soul mates, you and Achyut are enchanting, as partners, you are so fine, as lovers, you are sizzling, as a couple, you are just divine. I crave to see your bond growing more in the upcoming days and lead a more happy life.  

Sunday, February 1, 2015

At my school

(When my kids were busy jotting down their feelings about their school, I too wanted to be nostalgic and go back and then, what I got inside me are here in these simple words.)

My school was a temple;
Where I used to scramble,
those simple words;
noun, phrase and proverbs
I never knew
when those simple stuffs,
turned out as powerful swords
and taught me
how life should be;
the importance of independence,
the value of tolerance,
the meaning of learning,
the progress and the empowering
I can't go back once again
but I am grateful for whatever I have gained
the zeal to know more
the passion to strive for
the success, the freedom and the change.