River Nile

River Nile
~ The Grand essentials of happiness are: something to do, something to love, n something to hope for....!!...

Sunday, August 1, 2010

April - 20. 2010. France.

~ how sweet...dherai nazeek mehsus garna thali sake chhu...~ no one ws attachd in this way to my life...there was only my god in my heart....and.....
now..i realized.....while i ws in hsptl........these days. you were in "my heart....
really.....you are the one....to whom.....i want to share all my happiness.....all my.........pains ...i want to laugh with you.........I want to cry with you.......I want to go far-far away.......only with you.........where there is no one to know us....where there is no any....pain..no hurt...no ....nothing....else...only............YOU...........ME..........n WE....with pleasant feelings........with enough.............Luv.........ONLY LUV....my dear...if you allow.........if you consider.........If you permit........let me say.........one thing..........from the core..........of my heart........that..........Im in......
LUV...........IN LUV.............if to feel all time to some one...is luv....than..Im in LUV..........if to remember every seconds to someone is LUV...than YES...Im In LUV..........and ....to whom..............i feel always............i prefer to spend...........my time..........that .STUPID...........
CUTE.....SWEET.....PRETTY.......LUVLY..........N. .INNOCENT..........GIRL ...........IS ........YOU.....'------'......!!"

























                                                                                                 
                                                                                '..n she accepted....'

Friday, July 30, 2010

CHITHI NA KOI SANDES (for u dad...)

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"खुशी र सुखको कारणले भन्दा दु:ख र पिडाको कारणले जोडीएको सम्बन्ध आफ्नो हुँदोरैछ अनि सधैंको लागि हुँदोरैछ....." - Chijan dee.

Thursday, July 29, 2010

~ niGhTs 0f m0UrNinG....

Tiptoeing away from me,
Silent
Without tears
Without laughter...

A blue glass dome
far-flung.. away,
The moon stirs
The dust of silence
It builds me gloomy all around I see her.
She’s for all time mourn.
She's for all time yelling too.
She creates herself sob a lot but not as much as u.
n always opinion about u.
ur always making her teary-eyed.
she luvs u dad why did u have to go.
she miss u a lot but u obviously don't know.
Otherwise u wouldn't have had to go.

Once
Only once,
I wish u would wake up..
To see what happens
In the nights of separation,
What happens
In the nights of mourning….!!













'...If tears could build a staircase
n memories a lane,
I would walk all the way to Heaven,
n bring u back again.....'

Friday, July 23, 2010

 U are the nearly all precious thing,
in my being today.
U mean added to me than anyone else,
n I expect U’r here to stay.
What I feel for u lies deep,
deep within my heart.
The amount of luv u see,
is merely just a part.
Not even these poems,
that u inspire me to write,
can describe how I adore u,
or how I dream of U day n night.
u fill my head with things,
I’ve never thought before.
U’ve let me feel true luv,
n U let my heart soar.
U r all I’ve ever wanted,
n all I’ll ever need.
Because U my sweet angel,
U  r d most precious thing….

~ bRokEn piEcE ~

A broken piece of a poem
drifting in my breath,


When if came up to my lipz
it cut my tongue.
When I held it by the teeth
my lipz begun to bleed
as if a piece of blade
was struck in my throat.
I could not spit it out,
I was unable to swallow it.


That broken piece of a poem
kept drifting in my breath,
kept drifting
drifting....!!



Thursday, July 22, 2010

~ a gEt-T0gEthEr .....!!

Death is thick in the air.
Phones
of the city
come together.


A sahib says tearfully:
See his face
looks as if I call him 
he will wake up.


Some responsibly people
speak with responsibility
'What time will the body be lifted?'
'Get some stale curd'
'Tell them to see his face for the last time'
'Wait for another flight from Uganda,
some people might come.'


A car has stopped out side.
All the faces turn;
the wailing which had died down
rises again.....!!

Sunday, June 20, 2010

~ ThE PaInTeD sUn ~

night was in the deep sleep
when I mixed FIRE and LIGHT
and on a white virgin CANVAS
I painted a SUN;
a red blazing sun

By morning
the sun had burnt a gaping hole
in my canvas
and there were ashes
all over my room....