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I choked them to death!

 I choked them to death, with my own hands, Pierced my thumbs so deep to puncture their glands. Were they a he or a she? I just couldn't tell, Nor if they now belonged to heaven or hell.  I choked them to death, but I wasn't quick, As I mildly enjoyed their whimper and squeak. The undulating struggle and their whispering cries, Brought joy in my heart but tears in my eyes.  I choked them to death, as I wanted to know, how much of debt would a human life owe? What value, what price could a mortal derive? just to understand that, I took someone's life.  I choked them to death, how soft was their throat! Like they loved it too, no resistance to note! You feel like a god, your soul feels so grand, When somebody's life is now in your hand.  I choked them to death, for a good cause, A social experiment to find our flaws, and strangle them down cause they don't deserve it, as humans have value only if they're perfect.  I didn't know who they were until I choked th...

रजस्वला र मेरी दिदी

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       रजस्वला र मेरी दिदी  घरमा आइ टोपल्नु भाथ्यो भनाउदा बुद्धिजीवी, ज्ञानी, जुत्ता लगाई नै छिर्ने खालको रैछ सरको बानी, कोट टाईको पहिरनमा मयल टलकेथ्यो टलक्कै, शरीरको गन्ध पनि ठुस्सै , बसे म हल्का अलग्गै।  आदर्शवादी उनी, गफिए प्रगतिवादता खन्याउँदै, सर-सफाइका कुरा सुनाए सिरलाई ख्वार ख्वार्ती कन्याउँदै, समानताको विश्वासी, "मधिसे" लाइ हेप्या देख्दा मन घोच्छ रे छोरीको एसएलसी सकिने बित्तिकै अनम्याइदिने सोच छ रे।  घाँटी सुक्यो क्यार बरा, दिदीलाई पानी ल्याइदिन अर्हाए उनी, "रजस्वला चलेको रैछ" थाहा पाउँदा गिलास छुनै डराए उनी, भर्खर सिँगान कोट्याको हातमा बिस्कुट लिए चियामा चोपाली, सुनाउन थाले दिदीलाई आदर्श, आफू भलादमी टोपाली, " किन ल्याइस पानी? तँ नछुने, तँ अशुद्ध छस्, छोरी मान्छे धेर नउफ्रनु, टाढै कोठामै तँ मुग्ध बस। नियम नमान्ने नकचरी तेरो धर्म नै पाे नास होला, पापिनी भैजालिस, तेरो नरकमा नै बास होला! "  अझै के के सुनाए मेरी आमा बा लाई नी हकार्दै, मेरी दिदीलाई फोहोरी भने भ्वाक्क पाददै र डकार्दै। मयल टल्केको उनको, औंलामा लतका छ्न सिँगान सोहोरी, त्यस्ताले कस...

Learning and unlearning

 We gotta unlearn lot of theoritical things, unlearn a lot of feelings and emotions too, unlearn a lot of own beliefs, unlearn a lot of criterias we set, unlearn/unmeet aome people, and unlearn ourselves at some point, and then rediscover, renovate, revise and renew 😊 My dad says a house's life span is 30/40 years. Then we gotta renovate. How do you expect this soul to stay in the same house for 70-100 years without any kind of renovation? Growth is a dynamic process afterall, and a Plant won't grow into a tree wont if it's kept in a small vase forever

People's Dreams Never End

 People's dreams never end. It never should. The bigger it is the better, because what's the greater thrill in life than trying to do something seeming impossible and try to prove everyone wrong. If you are afraid of just dreaming, how can you possibly think you'll be able to achieve it?  Step over the mockers, step over the ridicules. Have faith in the wings you dream of and just take the flight. If you fall, pick yourself up, because the world will be busy laughing, and try to dream of the wing again, this time make it more refined. And someday you'll fly. Or atleast you'll learn to jump very high and balance down your landing.

'म' तत्व | The 'Me' Element

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  " 'म' तत्व ( 'Mah' tatwa ) " or "The 'Me' Element" I was pondering upon myself when I realised there was someone beside me. A little surprised, I asked"Who are you?" They replied,"I am you." The facial,bodily details matched. So did the voice. I was surprised. "Then, who am I?" I asked. "You are you as well." Replied another voice. Their facial details, voice and everything matched with me as well.  As I asked more questions, more people started showing up who looked, felt and sounded just like me until the seventh guy answered, "I am me". Everyone else had been saying "I am you" till then. This was a little amusing. I had by then realised that somehow I had manifested different forms of my ego into seperate forms of existence for themselves. One claimed to be my ego, other claimed to be my humor, other to be my logic, other my grief and so on. They were all just me, part of me atl...

An imperfect guide to happiness

 Cut to the chase. No petty introductions as this is already gonna be too long. Let's try to talk about things that could make us happy. A relatively easy, one-day exercise for happiness.(Not really, and possibly with lots of flaws. But hey! It works for me!)  3, 2, 1... GO! As you wake up, tell yourself that "Nothing is gonna bother me today!" And you smile. No matter how fake it is, smile.  Be helpful that day. Do things that will make people near you happy. Be kind. Be with people you love. Talk with old friends. Talk about old stories, happiness and memories. But being too much of a yes man and giving too much time to others, one might feel like s/he has no time to give for themselves. And that's miserable.  Give time to think about yourself too. Try to find a balance. Do things that make you happy. Eat your favourite food. Go pay a visit to your favourite place. Listen to your favourite songs. All these basic things everyone tells you to do. Now here's my act...

What more is our life than a theatrical dance?

 Sometimes we feel like we have lost our way or we don't know what we are supposed to be doing ahead anymore. We frantically look around searching for clues, suggestions, hints, help to find out what we are supposed to do, where we're supposed to go. "Hey please tell me where I'm supposed to go!" we ask to another forlorn mess searching for their own way themselves. But if we take a certain time to stop chasing and look behind, we find ourselves in a place or situation completely different from where we started. We have been making some progress afterall! But we just don't know where from and where to. We just dance. Move forward and dance. Pretend like we know what we are doing and keep going on that performance. Make it a grand, spectacular show to fool everyone into believing that you have figured it out. Including yourself. You perform. You perform until nobody wants to see you perform. Or maybe you still perform even when nobody wants to see you perform. ...