Mood Fixer Elixir

The third stick of the day was almost about to be over. Staring at the various amusing shapes of the clouds,  trying to shape something relatable out with the clouds of your own smoke as well which comes out as the mixture of your own remorse and emptiness is one kind of peace I can’t explain to the fullest. The cup of coffee which was now at its final sip and the mildly played ”Comfortably Numb” in the café speakers had added enough of stimulus to push me out of the fiction called reality, throwing me deep down to be lost somewhere amidst the smoke and the shapes it made after each of my puff. Some would look like my mom, some like a snake, some like fear and some like happiness…fading away in the sky, to reach the clouds most probably. And some; looked like myself and that smoke, mostly leaving me regret why I even started this in the first place. “Bzzzzztt!!”The sudden vibration of my mobile shook me out of the fantasy. “Apollo is calling.” It was my roommate. And I’d skipped c...

"Taktak taktaktaktak " the keyboard of his mobile had been making the sound for quite long now. An essay perhaps? A story? Or maybe a presentation? 'Phillyra' read the name in the messenger; A letter. "Dearest, I'm back with another letter which you hopefully will recieve this time. " It started. And on it went for two MS word pages, with not just words but a whole heart. "Yours, Balsam." Deep breath... and "trrrrrrrrrrrr" sounded the backspace button.

  Lets talk about my brother. He is older than me... quite into good looks, anti-gravity hairstyle and fashionable attire that guy is (like any other teenage/young men out there) than I am. Looking like a slug really didn't (doesn't) matter much to me anyways. I believe there is always gonna be a snail out there who shall love me for what I am. Or let's just say I'm too lazy. Everyone has a pro and a con. Me aswell had one thing I could always find to laugh at him...thay fellow 😎 his BO. Such strong body odour he had.. rotten fish would smell paler. If he went out a day without any deo or a shower, teargas would be unnecessary to immobilize the mob in an strike. Mass Fatality on the spot. I'd not let him put any of my clothes on because obviously, I was worried about getting transmitted by his disease. Shit! Why wouldn't I? My body never gave off any kind of odour man! The only olfactory stimulation anyone would get off of me would be a ...

यो हो एउटा सामान्य केटो जो कलेजमा पढ्न थाल्छ, जसमा " जिन्दगीनै रमाइलो हो " भन्ने जवनी चढ्न थाल्छ, पढ्ने टाइम सुरु हुदा ठिटीसङ्ग ठट्टा गर्छ, मोबाइल, टिभी ,ल्यप्टपको जिवन, किताब-कापी कट्टा गर्छ। साथी सबै एकै थरी, मस्ती गर्न छेउ लागेका,  फ़ेस्बुकमा चाहि सधै एक्टिभ, किताब चाहि लेउ लागेका। एक्जाम आउछन् टेस्ट आउछन्, चोरी गर्ने हजार तरिका, फ़र्मुला भन्दा टाउको दुख्छ, गित आउछन् नानाथरिका। " मेरै त छ जिन्दगी, कलेज यसरी नै बित्छ " भन्छ, जाचको एकदिन अघि पढि, चोर्दै लुट्दै पास हुन्छ। बङ्क हान्ने रे स्मोक तान्ने रे, धेरै केटी फ़ेरिएका, नोट कापीलाई च्याती च्याती लभ लेटर्स नि केरिएका। त्यस्तो मान्छे गम्भिर हुन्छ जब बोर्ड एक्जाम आउन थाल्छ,  फ़ेसबुक-इन्स्टा सबै तिर #रिड_वेल ह्यस्-ट्याग छाउन थाल्छ। ठेली ठेली  किताबका फ़ोटा राखी सबलाई छक्याइ दिन्छ, कमेन्ट रिप्लाइ गर्दा गर्दै फ़र्स्ट यर बोर्ड नि सक्काइ दिन्छ। सेकेन्ड यरको सुरुपनि गफ़ैबाट भएपछि, हु-हु-हा-हा, मोज मस्ति, रमाइलोमै गएपछि, वातावरण छैन पढ्ने भनी उसले दोस दिन्छ, हल्ला-खल्ला गरी अरुको नि ध्यान खोसदिन्छ। झट्का, उ...

Ever since the day I landed my feet at the soils of the scorching land called Dhaka, it has also been stepping on the soul of the scorching life of mine. Going out of the country might get people excited and thrilled to start a conversation with you and so they do, but all those thrills dry up pretty soon they they hear the name thats not Australia or US or UK or something fancy and sophisticated as such. I dont know on whom is the joke on, but sitting on a chair, doing nothing else but study,eat, study, sleep,study, watch game of thrones, HIMYM, onepiece, study, and be awesome is much more easier than study, search for jobs, do jobs, pay the rents, study, and be awesome. Well, the life doesn't actually suck back here anyways... I mean it's quite good. Although you do have to work with that blood boiling heat sometimes, but the life is a charm. Life starts from the mosque here in Dhaka. With the music of the islamic prayers in the loud speakers the morning sun rises yawning u...

.                      The Day We Finally Meet With a rose in my hand .. or maybe something sweet.. I'll surely freeze by the beauty of your eyes when they meet With mine and without any exchange of 'hi's You'll jump in my arms with happy tears in your eyes. I'll hug you real tight and carass the soul I always miss And while you look up at me with a smile I shall steal our first kiss I will smile with a shy look as you scold me for the days When I wouldn't talk with you much, giving time to the ribcage. In your voice I'd be lost and like crazy I would stare Blessed I'd be by your smile to which my soul I'd lay bare All the care in my world I shall put them forth your feet So darling I'm just waiting for the day we finally meet.. O darling wait for the day when we finally meet...

  SOMEWHERE MY SOUL RAN WILD Sitting on a park bench alone sometimes, I recall my past and think how slowly but surely the time sublimes, but your present and past wont sync. It melts the very core of me when I see the children play, and I remember the naughty,snotty me whom, as a carefree child I'd lay. And I wonder how that devilish child is now so quiet With tears her life will embellish, and her smile would now cause riot. The kid who walked almost carefree with the world under her feet, now has no rights to disagree and must dance at the world's beat. I sometimes get dragged back in time to find myself picking fights. people I'd tease and trees I'd climb A Kid with no fear and frights Now all thats changed is not my age but my visions to the world believing in fairytales was but a phase learning the truth has turned me cold. How perfect was the world to see in the eyes of clueless kid With real true friends and family no ex...