Mood Fixer Elixir

 One fine morning, a day as any other, But I was feeling a little low, As the thoughts of what I can't be, and and it's guilt started to bother, While the gloom kept piling up a row. As I looked at the mirror, felt nothing but terror, my glances fell down on that face, Round and rough with a messed beard, scars and spots, the teeth's weird, Nothing so charming for you to trace. Self worth now all busted, and feeling quite disgusted,  I sat down, and gave a long sigh! Their beauty standards all trusted, crushed me dark, I felt wasted Wishing I could be born as a fly. And then I saw my pen, on its side was my brush, Above it was hanging my art, Don't mean to brag though, but oh! It's beauty and lush, Frankly was quite off the chart. Thats when it hit me, I shouldn't feel so low, After all! Trouble's like the grains of sand I realised that my soul might have the beauty glow That's expressed not by face but my hand. My words are but honest, humble and thorou...

 I can make sense of all the universe outside of the earth which is the same and quite predictable with all those universal constants and patterns, the hints given out by the old scientists. The patterns followed with the unchanging slow progression of the galaxies through the space time. Even with that complexity, it still somehow manages to make near perfect sense to me. But what baffles me is the universe you carry inside your soul, and the one I carry within mine and every one, carrying different universes within themselves, whose only constant is themselves; the people who carry it, the spiritual and mental development of whom is also really rapid, ever changing, ever fluctuating within themselves, making it even more unfathomable to even the keenest of the eyes, and wisest of the souls.  Sometimes stars align between two universes and they imerge, and they merge, soul to soul.. and sometimes the collision of the universes cause nothing but explosion and damage. I...

 I think there will be alien civilizations in our observable universe in the future. But It might not be like "We found an alien civilization"  kind of thing, It could be more likely a, " We ARE the alien civilization!" Kinda thing... the civilization will probably be originated from the earth itself 🤔 (I mentioned observable universe because there might actually be lifeform which doesn't originate from earth out there, beyond our sight of vision, or in the other dimensions we cannot see with our 2d vision or in the parallel universes we can't reach yet... I'm just limiting the possibilities of infinity by bringing out the finite; human knowledge on the universe and am just thinking.. and writing the fiction down with as much of the limit in my thoughts as I can ... just listen okay!) Maybe it does follow the paradox of fermi's paradox about why there are no alien lives in this very old universe, that's why I get the confidence to say, but my th...

What do you think being brave is? What act you did would make you think you're brave? Jumping off a building while tied? Sky diving? Saving a child from an approaching speeding vehicle? What high standards can you set for me to tell me that I am not actually brave?   If that's what braveness is then I admit I'm not brave. Fuck! I can't even ask the girl I like out for a date. I can't stand huge gatherings let alone talk about silly fancy stuff and socialize, I don't feel like being at the front of the line at most of the events, I never fantasized about winning anything, I never enjoyed much attention towards myself. So yeah, maybe I am not brave. Maybe I'm a coward trying to hide in a dark corner, away from the light, away from the sight.  You see! I don't want to prove myself as anything or anyone to you anyways. I never enjoyed being judged, compared and looked down upon. You might be good at flying but trust me I can sure as hell run supersonic and g...

मित्रता,भनिन्छ परीवार बाहिरको परीवार, तर परीवार जतिकै अपरिहार्य दाजु भाई जतिकै घनिष्ठ नाता हुने, ती बिना खल्लो लाग्दो हो सबै कार्य। तर मित्रताको परिभाषा मैले बुझिनँ की, घनिष्ठ नाता नै गास्न म फेल खाएँ? बुझाउन सकिनँ की मेरो आत्मीयता, की आत्मीयता को भावना नै कतै मिल्काए? किन हो एउटा साथी को साथमा छु जस्तो लाग्दा, मलाई साथी भन्दा बाहेक सबै कुरा उसले ठानेछ, एक मित्रले केही सिकाउन सहयोग मगेथ्यो, सिकाएँ, झट्टै मलाई गुरु र आफूलाई शिष्य पो मानेछ !! मैले कुनै सिश्य कमाउन खोजेको थिइनँ, म त बस रमाउँदै थिए एउटा साथीको खुसीमा कुनै कला कृतिको प्रदर्शन रोजेको थिइनँ, बस रोपिन खोजेँ उसका भावनाका अंकुशीमा। यो शिष्य र गुरु के हो? सोचेथेँ हामी एउटै ड्याङका मूला हौं, यस अन्त्यको सुरु कहाँ भो? कसरी छुटियो की को साना को ठूला हौं? के समान भई हात समाउँदै, रमाउँदै मितेरी साइनो जमाउँदै बढ्न हुन्न र? के त्यो शिखरको निस्सासिदो अन्धकारलाई एक्लै सुम्सुम्याउदै हिँड्दा मन रुन्न र? डढ्या कालो डेक्ची झैँ "साथी" सोच्थेँ आँफैलाई, तारा झैँ चम्किने गरी माझिएछु, गुरु ब्रह्मा गुरु्विष्...

  What controls our body is the brain and what controls the action, thoughts and emotions of our body is the soul. Maybe they are interconnected somewhere around hippocampus or the limbic system, I'll leave that a discovery for the philosophic scientists to find out. But when we die, a certain mass is lost from our body almost instantly.. I read it somewhere in an article. Maybe the lost mass is what we call to be our soul? Who knows right? Anyways the soul is out of the body now. Where does it go? What does it look like? What is heaven and what is hell? Are there even all these afterlife things? I believe there to be one, an afterlife. I know things like these are not proven by science, but hey! The theory of gravity (The general theory of relativity) proposed by Einstein back in 1915 was not experimentally proven neither.But it came out to be true after the first taken image of the black hole in 2019, a century later! I have few scientific theories for myself to feel that way...

बिहानी सूर्य उदाउँदा म अस्ताउँछु चन्द्रमाको आगमनमा पनि यथावतै खाटमा, कोमामा गयो भन्दोहुन साथीहरु, आफू ढलेको छु भात र सपनीको मातमा, म कोआला भइसके।  न त लुडो को इनभाइट नै आउँछ,  न त बित्छ दिन केही कला कृति गरेर,  किताब गन्हाउन थालेछ ढुसीले, म ढलेछु पेट फुलाउँदै, उत्तानो परेर, म कोआला भइसके। न त पब्जी खेल्न मोबाइलमा स्पेस छ  न त केटी पट्याउने खालको फेस नै,  पल्टिनै आनन्द लाग्दो रैछ, छाती कन्याउँदै,  नङ्गे बाबाको भेस मै,  म कोआला भइसके। सिनेमाहरु पनि सक्किसके छन् अब हेर्न, आँखा र कान जाँदैछन् खस्किँदै, "आज के सपना देख्छु होला त!" सोच्न थाल्छु,  थालमा चना र भात पस्किदै,  म त कोआला भइसकें। माटोको ढिस्को झै लडेछु विस्तरमा,  जरा गाडिएछ खाटमा लाइनले, सपनामै खान्छु, सपनामै पढ्छु,  गर्नु गर्यो क्वारेन्टाइन ले, म त काेआला भइसकें! होस्टेल का ठिटा पनि रिसाईसके, न त अहिले खाना बनाइदिने काकी छ,  दारी कपाल,पुरै झ्यापुले भैसकेछु अब घास खान मात्रै बाकी छ, म कोआला भइसकें! लौ न! म त कोआला भइसकें,  निभेको बत...

Weak are easier to hurt. They are always the prey. They are always victimized. Thats how life works right? That's how it always have been. All the villians in the comics I have seen/read are shown to go through the same fate of so called survival of the fittest, learned from the twisted system of the world and found a way to give justice to the surpressed; in the same twisted way the world treated them. Only difference is now the suppressors are being suppressed. They act the victim, and a superhero, naive of how the world works, goes on to foil the plan of the villain, who is just as equal of a hero to some other group of the suppressed. Nobody is a villian you see. Everyone has their own sense of justice. Some justify realistically and some tend to follow more if an idealist way; thats the on difference. And also the storytellers always are seen to glorify themselves, no matter how villainous intent they might have had, if the world reads them as the hero, they are th...

All the carbs and the fats are wrecking my nerves, Man! Who even cares about the pyloric curves? About how they secrete the digestive juice To absorb the food and to throw out the douche? And talk about their names! Bro dont even get me started You know you threw out a NO2 and Sulfur when you farted? Did I just say fart? Son! It's now called a flatulence. Now take this book and read about its formation and the catalysts! All the magic words just emulsify like glycoseaminoglycans Whats next? Should I start reading about warewolves and lycans? Well whatever happens! Let's just read with a neck pain *opens the book * Now whats this name again? 'Cyclopentanoperhydrophenanthrene '??!! *shuts the book*Man! Fuck it! Biochemistry is just not my thing

एउटा साधारण दिन जिउँदै छु म। यो दिनमा केहि खास छैन तर खै कस्तो एउटा मिठास छ। म मेरो घरमा छु, पल्टी रहेको छु मेरै खाटमा, ल्यापटप चलाउँदै, हेर्दै छु एउटा इङ्लिस मुभी, त्यसको सब्टाइटल छैन। मेरै छेउमा चारु पनि छ, १-१ मिनेट को अन्तरालमा भिडियो रोक्न लगाउँदै, बुझेका डाइलगहरु पनि मलाई irritate गर्न कै लागि किन नहोस्, बुझाउन भन्दै छ। म पनि आँखा तर्दै, बुझाउँदै छु सिम्पल ब्रिटिश एक्सेन्ट का शब्दहरु। हामी दिदी भाई पहिलै देखि यसरी नै मुभी हेर्ने गर्थियौं । मलाई भाषा र त्यसको बनोट माथी रुचि बस्नुमा केही हद सम्म चारुको पनि ठूलो हात छ जस्तो लाग्छ। केही क्षण पछि अर्को झलकमा पुग्छु। हामी रेस खेल्न थालेका हुँदो रहेछौँ , दुवैको हातमा किताब छ, कसले आफ्नो नोभेल अगाडि पढेर भ्याउँछ भन्ने रेस। उसका तिब्रताका साथ पल्टिरहेका पाना देखेरै मैले बुझिसकेको छु कि आज पनि म यो रेस हार्दै छु। नौलो केही छैन यो दिन मा, हिजो पनि यस्तै नै रह्यो, आज पनि यस्तै नै गइरहेको छ, र भोलि पनि यस्तै जाने छ, एकनासे, यही बकम्फुसे दिदी सँग, जस्तै लाग्छ। तर एउटा बेग्लै किसिमको आनन्द छ किन हो, सधैं झै नै बितेको छ आजको दिन पनि जस्तो लाग्छ...

Actually, this is not truely any writing, so I'm not sure if I want to share it here or not. I just wanted to give the concept for why I drew this picture, and here it goes-  For the starters this is for my sister who lost her life in the plane crash. The center white soul is probably hers. I have tried to make out 4 universes in this drawing top left is the stars or the galaxies... top left is the sky with pink clouds which i meant as hallucinations and surrealist with a stairway moving up to the clouds.. the stairway starts from the green ground of realism which I tried to make as our real world and the bottom left portion of irregular patterns and filler linearts are supposed to be the illusion. And she lies somewhere between the universe, skies,realism and illusion, hopefully in peace. There is this screaming person, covered in ashes,crying,bleeding, yet smiling, listening to her soul's voice through the device which is her dream. The dream which has broken the chains of...

  As time passes, we start to find happiness in the smallest of things we do.We start to enjoy every small moment we get. Those who have faced incompleteness or incompetence are the ones who can stay happy in such moments, may that be Economical, social, physical or psychological incompleteness. But  the problem is, We don’t want to accept the incompleteness. Thriving for better than what we have, is the human nature, the key to this modernization; I know. But wanting for better wouldn’t have to mean to not accept what you have with you for now, Incompleteness. Accepting would  be knowing better, knowing better would mean better development as well as satisfaction and peace. Everyone is in a pursuit for the bigger happiness, their bigger goals, dreams that they are missing out on the small moments they have, to find, keep and spread happiness.Some, dive so deep in this well that they suffocate in the way before reaching the water of happiness or success. Some look too ...

I close my eyes, earphones plucked in Stroming guitar and notes of violin Melodies reach the heart with the flashbacks in the mind, That tranquil little world where else could I find? Could I love music more than myself? I think Such a blessed feeling this is, The life in Pink...