The Kathmandu Diaries: part 2

        In a December’s cold night at Kathmandu, standing at the balcony, he looks at the stars. He gets burned by the heat of his own body, 15 degrees seems like a furnace. He never felt that being alive was going to be this painful. He feels crushed by the weight of his own body. He wishes if life was simple like it was in his school days. So much little to do, and the same thing every day. Life was so predictable then, everyone noticed his progress and a little progress meant a lot. Even if he didn't do well, there was always another exam- another opportunity where he could prove his worth. When someone asked what he wanted to become in the future, he could say anything and people had no objections, they literally supported that. Ironically, that's not the case now when he is growing up. Everyone expects him to be unique, talented and expects him to do the best. News from around the world talks about kids and people younger than him achieving more and becoming better than him. To make things worse:  he gets compared with them and pushed in the thought that he isn't good enough.  He is provided the illusion of choice to choose his life. Doctor, engineer and CA are top choices. He is made to believe that he is the one to choose but indirectly he is pushed to others' choices.  Being a writer, a singer, a physicist or an artist is not realistic, he is told. Voices of people telling the best thing to do echo inside his head. It’s same for everyone. Why does the world set so many boundaries. When did it become unusual to just live and let life flow on its own. Why aren’t people just living. Why is it so much important to get in the race. Why don’t the rivers, the mountains, the birds and animals inspire and cherish people anymore. Why is it so much important to achieve, than to live. Well, life isn’t supposed to be fair. But it will never get any easier. Why are we letting others write his life when we ourselves have the pen and can write it better. Just forget everything and breathe for a while, let life flow through. Sense the moment and magic, that’s the moment you’ll never get. Deep inside you know what you’ve always wanted to do. You know that you’ve got what it takes, so just go for it. I don’t promise you’ll reach there but I can guarantee it’ll be worth the try.

My another poem. Hope I am getting better.

As I stood there, tired of this chaotic world,
I sensed something outlandish
Amidst the cloudy view,
I vividly pictured you
Gosh! That smile
I could have seen it my lifetime
I drew on, closer everytime
The world sure was heavy,
As I kept moving to encounter you
Unknown of the bitter truth
I reached to you
I looked back, the way I came
Only to see someone smiling back to you
I wish I had known the owner of your smile
Long before...
I wish I hadn't started moving
I wish, oh yes I do...

Arms of Hope

Arms Of Hope

I can’t speak

For my jaws are crushed

Why not? I dared to speak

Against the decorated laws and values

My words now confined within my soul

I dreamt for the change, the ray of light

I became prepared to endure

All the pain of the world

Trying to change people’s thoughts

Because I always saw rays of hopes

Beyond the suffering that world has

But as I walked further

The lights turned out

To be sparkle of eyes, full of hatred

Of selfish, endless desires

The pain is too much to erase,

The world is too cruel to be forgiven

I wonder,

How the beautiful nature could be so wrong

How the humans could be so selfish in this serene world

And now, the stacks of pain,

The change needed

Is laden on weak arms of hopes

Can I do it?

I thought so but its beyond control now

Only if my body was not of mortal flesh;

Only if I wasn’t nature’s slave

Then, won’t I do it?

Will it remain the same?

Well, I am not weak enough to let go

Because I know my thoughts are immortal,

Something beyond eternity…

It has not been long since I have started writing poems. Though not a very good poet, I came up with something like this:

Racing against the clocks

Lives, resting on vehicle's speed

If you ask me are we lost? I won't deny

In the pursuit of success,

We remembered life's price but forgot its value

Happiness? Its merely a word

Its an illusion, a coating on sorrows

We stand upon a mountain's peak

With a sparkle, a jubilant look on our face

Wondering that we conquered the race

Unknown of the hollowness inside it

We stand upon our ballooned success

And yes it could burst

As there will come the world's thrust

Our eyes will all be drenched in tears, like a child's

Because now we are acting like a child

Then we will have,

The remains of vague sympathy

The stacks of frustration

And all our energy drained away...