One Step Forward

To the lost loves, and the gains I had from them.. To the dark nights, and the dawns they brought.. To the friends turned foes, to the fights we fought.. To the longest of roads, creating the shortest journeys of all .. To the heat and the cold, and the same warmth they sought.. To the worst of me, in you the best which brought.. To everything that pinches hearts.. and makes us feel alive.. Here's to you and me.. Here's to love and laughter... It'll be true as long as us, and not a single minute after..

Facebook says "Today , God wants you to know.. ...that it is time to finally forgive yourself. You've carried the guilt, the shame for long enough. You've kept your wounds open for long enough. The time has come to let go, to heal. Keep the lessons and let the pain heal. Yes, you know what we are talking about."

I've recently shifted to a new apartment. Still discovering the place, and getting familiarized with it. One peaceful night, when I am sleeping, I hear something, very insignificant, which could've been nothing during the day. "What's that?" I think. "Perhaps someone's listening to some music, and anything sounds loud at 10:00 p.m. Ohh, But it sounds like a baby's cry. Some mom's trying hard to make her child fall asleep." I close my eyes, trying hard to fall asleep. But I hear something again. I don't do it intentionally, but suddenly my mind is full of weird "might bes" and "may bes". These lead my thoughts to all supernatural stories I've heard of. Movies I've seen in which the new house is haunted, and is known to everybody in the town, but the person living in that house. "Am I that person, and is it one of those houses? Is somebody watching me? My heart's pounding heavily (I'm exaggerating he...

She doesn't know where she lost the things that she had decided to hold on to as a... (whoever she was 6-7 years back). Where is that letter from her friend contemplating life at an age of 15. It's a perspective she would like to remind herself of again. Where is the 2 paged essay that she had written during an English assignment about her Chemistry teacher , who'd inspired her a lot, with every word of hers. "To Maa'm, with Love". Where are the journals full of every little incident, comments , compliments, humiliation and feeling of love/hatred or indifference for all that she had known. Full of life. Where is the 1st sketch that she made of a poster that she had in her room. She was thrilled it actually looked like the original poster, or so she thought. She's lost the thrill. She is trying to find the ability to categorize things as wrong or right, not necessarily related to someone else, but herself. When and where did she lose the ability to judge...

Before you start reading, I would like to mention that I am not trying to put anybody’s morale down or send negative vibes out there against all those who feel change is possible. I am just one of you who wants it as badly. I started my morning with a cup of steaming hot coffee, completely refreshing my mind, and to add to that, I opened Nepal News to find out what’s going on there. I must say, Nepal News is more striking that any coffee in this world, especially to whoever concerned. I was aware about the protests being held by the Newar ethnic group in Kathmandu demanding to make it an autonomous region. Being so far from home, these strikes “bandhs” hardly make a difference to any of us. It’s only a matter of glancing through the NEWS and then forgetting all about it. All this on a normal day, I would say. But today was different. My parents were to go to the US Visa Consulate to attend the scheduled visa interview. I wasn’t worried about it because in Kathmandu , people m...

To bring you up, when you are down to make you smile, when things make you frown to say "i can" when you are torn to say " i will" against the mourn you need hope, to build your hive you need hope, to stay alive I know it's dark, and all so cold you're in the midst, unable to hold you doubt your step, each step you take the world's a lie, the promises fake too deep is the water to take a dive then, you need hope to stay alive Locked up in the cobweb of hatred dying for a breath, pure and sacred hit so hard by the glory of life left with you is no strenth to survive to get it back,you've got to thrive you need hope to stay alive...

Jandinau timi maya k ho unle bhane timi hoina maya ma ta ma po pare ek pal chuttina nasakne abhash ho yo juni bhar saath paaune vishwas ho yo nayan ma unke ramne eeksha pal pal ko ek nazar paaye jeewan safal bho nischal, nispap ra nirakar cha yo unko ek muskaan ma nissar cha yo jandinau timi maya k ho unle bhane timi hoina maya ma ta ma po pare jandina ma maya k ho maile bhane bujhdina ma maya, maile swikar gare na ek pal khushi ko abash cha yahan na juni bhar saath paaune vishwas cha yahan na timi chau, na timro aas nai cha nayan bhar kewal timro pyas nai cha mann aruko, timro tan aruko timro aatma to kan kan aruko taipani din raat timilai sochein timilai khojein, timilai poojein jandina ma maya k ho maile bhane bujhdina ma maya maile swikar garein