Half an hour

This morning, after she left, when I was puffing same brand, I went through some sort of feelings that I usually experience. Yesterday I was trying to write about same thing but could not do.

People there were roaming here and there with their own sort of walks and styles. HUNKY FUNKY guys and CHINKY PINKY galz in the college uniforms fluttering with eachother, middles aged leisurely men in their group sitting on the ground and criticizing many of the official behaviours, household affairs to political issues,

Crowd and I

Reposting “CROWD AND I”

Hypnotized by the kajoling embrace of multitude, people assume crowd to be synonymous to life. There are numerous stories that need to be unfurled from within the crowd, stories that may not be related to every drop that makes up the ocean.

मरुभुमिको वसन्त

नगरेको माया
नबसेको प्रिती
तलाउमुनिको वस्ती ।

Dead Love

I posted this poem in my Hi5 profile http://roopess.hi5.com as a journal which I wrote almost 3 years ago ( Aug 29′ 2005 ).  This morning I was just going through the journals I posted and I found this piece which I liked so much and thought it would be better to post here in the blog too. And here it is