Love, my foot!!!

Just flow of some testosterone and progesterone and what people call it, love? My foot. Love is when my mother loves me, when she tells me stories when I can't sleep, love is when my sister comes around me and cheers me up when I am all alone crying in the balcony, love is when my dad hugs me with tearful eyes whenever he goes out of this valley to work. That is love. And what people call love? Just some flirty SMS, just some long talks on phone, that "you hang up first talk in phone", and dear, you call that is love. My foot.

You saw her in your dream and you confirmed you were in love? I see ghosts in my dream. Let her call whatever that is, but to me that was never and that is never love. Just some hormones flowing in the body and dear lord, people call it is love. Actually the media has hyped this love thing so much. To have boy friend or girl friend is a fashion. My sister who studies in six class has a boyfriend. Oh dear, and she calls it love. Whenever you like someone doesn't mean that is love. I see people being fooled by the worst four letter word, "love", I know you were all thinking the other four letter word, oh my dear friends….

No, I am not drunk right now; I am in my perfect senses. But if anyone has lost their senses then, its them who are calling it love. Stupids. Now for many of those who are very close to me know that I am one of those anti romantic, ani love stuff person. I rarely listen to love songs; I rarely talk about love for I believe there are other important things a healthy mind can be engaged rather than these stupid love stuffs.

I don’t know how to end it, but to me, love sucks. Yes dear, to me love really sucks. It's time to wake up. See the world outside, widen your gaze."Love is simply an illusion of a hopeless heart", I had read that somewhere. There is a whole world outside that flirty SMS and those lengthy talks on phone. Pals, rise up now. So, guys if you've just broken up from that vast illusion and you are wondering what have you done? Then trust me, that’s the best thing you've ever done. And dear if you've fallen to that flirty SMS and those beautiful lips, then I am sure it's gonna be dark out there.   

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Moving with wave

My grandpa coughs with blood, he’s sick

When he had thought he would walk only with stick

Wind was blowing carrying the dust

Grandfather’s eyes fell upon the rust

She still walks with her beautiful lips

Spreading the world about her beauty tips

Who will gaze in those beautiful eyes

When she turns sixty five

I feel the clock is talking to me

Outside my window, mountains I see

Standing still, being so proud

They don’t know melting, they’ll fall down

Where will my corpse be one day

Eaten by vultures or silently they lay

Where are we running, and what are the prize

Crossing the oceans, running all miles

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Dude, Where's My Constitution??

Your names shout dishonesty. When we see your faces, we feel like seeing a bunch of shameless people who do not have any decent qualification to do anything else than playing with our money and time, not to mention our emotions, you are the worst sons and daughter a mother can expect. You are all masked people always hiding from truths. All that you say and do is superfake. We wonder what you people discuss during your party meetings…about how to distribute commission, how to manage the inflowing money, how to strengthen party's grip or how to keep clinging to the posts! Oh what a crap!

Even a Nepali infant hates you, needless to say about the others. The tourists who raise their nose in disgust after smelling the sewage and drainage you had once signatured you'll take care off, the traffic police who has to clear the road for your savari, the lawyers whose job is nothing but simply reading the judgment even before the verdict is heard, a common person like me who has been watching you saying we'll change since the time this memory can recall, and all those people who elected you, we all hate you. After all you have sold our nation to them, every possible pieces, every inches of soil, every probable strands. You have already sold everything, we once had. What we are left is a soil that has a fine Indian sarcasm in it, what we are left with is a proud history that you have let to rot, what we are left is watching our water flow upon their land with an thirsty throat. We are left with nothing yes we are left hollow by you people, very hollow indeed.

Look at you guys, driving the pajeros, wearing suits and pants and posing cool pictures for tomorrows headlines, and beneath you lies a deadly alien, an alien who does not know what it is to see the children crying when you return empty handed, you don’t know what it is to make a hungry child asleep, you don’t know what it is to look at the children's face and pretend you had enough food, so that your children will return to bed full stomach. You people, what do you know about what it is see the world outside the screen of your multicrores cars. Undear leaders what is pain in the mother's eyes  when one sees his son dying with the bullets just after worshipping a Musjid, what do you know about that pain??

In fact, you should be nominated for Oscars. No one in this world does it better than you, yes not neither Rajesh Hamal or Rakhi Sawant (no offence to Rajesh Hamal but dear god who likes Rakhi Sawant?). How fantastically you do it? And no no, the thing does not end here. You complain a lot. You complain that there are people; in fact you rather call it abled people, who are leaving the nation and betraying the motherland. Excuse me dear saviors of the nation, had you left some free seats for us after employing your vatija, your sala, your kaka's chhora, then we wouldn't have gone to some strange places to earn bread and butter. And common, had we not gone abroad, then from where on this nation would have the money rained so that you can ride cool pajeros to inaugurate new mall on the town? We all people love this nation. We are obsessed with this nation. But you, we suspect!!

And oh dear, how can we forget our unwelcomed and undear 601 category. UnDear 601, what exactly have you been doing for these years except extending your expiry date?? How could the assembly hall not collapse during the earthquake? Damn, you earthquake!!! Thing does not end here. Dear, undear 601 group, you rather go and make a gang and directly loot people, why do you do it by sitting on the governmental chair by having that huge pride on your heart of being elected by the people in that assembly hall? Damn our hands who elected you.

May this soil always curse you, till your death. May a flood in Koshi rise to sweep your dead bodies. May the wind of change carry away you all so far that we won't need to see the face of bunch off losers. Hope you all will die out of pain and cries. May your dead bodies be eaten off by the bloody vultures. We won't be unhappy to see your carcass. Die soon; these are my blessings for you this Dashain.

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