Gharials

A mirror

There's a mirror
in the room,
that hides my face,
yet shows,
every corner of this place
it shows sounds,
and it plays image's
of the thin walled,
and broken one's
the rusty iron table
on the corner of the room
of ants and gecko's
running round the wall
the broken glass frame
on the wall with picture
from old age's
a picture,
outside its wall
where my face would
have had a reflection
is hiding behind
a broken glass! 

Game of Thrones

Of Ice and Fire,
of lust,
of desires
for family,
for glory,
for something
that has been lost,
a fight,
to gain it all
at any cost,

of pain and pleasures,
of legends and names
of land and heir,
with blood and games


the fight to glory
the fight to gain
the fight of
the swords
and stones,
the fight for the
Iron Thrones ! 

Powerful eyes!

The magnitude,
intensity
and the gravity of mind
the pulling forces
from behind,
as the world rewinds,
until the time stops
nothing is alive ,
no watch no clock,
the the time stops,
the heart retreats,

The voice,
of the eye,
the bright one,
with the cool heart
the light one,
the one with the
powerful eyes
the right one 

Stranger!

Gazing through 

the virtual window

of vision and the veins,

of a songs and words,

and all that remains

 

with eyes, 

a pair of them

looking at someone 

but, 

not me 

as long as I can see

still as mountain top

gazing down to see

standing tall,

yet un-movable

for all the world to see,

a strange feeling

a cloud of thoughts, 

and a warm breeze of 

confusion, 

chirping like a bird

silently,

a stranger , 

in the wind, 

Ant

                                                               Ant from Baglung 

Beetle

                                                                     A Beetle that I found at 3500 meters - Mustang 

Why?

Why run?
when you can't catch
why judge
when you can't watch?

when was the last time
you looked up
not in the sky.
looked up ahead in life
looked up ahead in time

and, did you have
a choice, or
were you the only choice?
why act, when you can't
confront
why? fall back
when you can pick yourself
up and walk the
path of life, that
you looked up on
few lines above ?
Why ?

Light

For fires,
or flames
of rationality
or irrational games,

for pleasure,
of pain-less
immortality
of entangled thoughts

for
a heart of stone,
a mind, of a
diamond melt-er
for a shadow,
and a shelter,

for food,
or fight,
the everlasting
run,
for the tunnel
of light