Mood Fixer Elixir

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...