Blogdom for Freedom

Late at night I am still wide awake……
Feelin this’s 1 more than I can take…….
CA Poll
CA POll
Hail the CA POll
I m busy with the research

  खनाएर सकिदैन हृदयको रस

मेरो राजै यो देशको माया गरी बस

मोहनीले घरको माया पर लान हैन

दुख सुख झन्झटले भागी जान हैन

अर्कैको भाग्यतिर लोभिएर हैन

ईष्टमित्र बन्धुसित तोडिएर हैन

 आज मादल बजेको किन…..? गाँउघर दुनीया ब्युंझाउन……..

During the adolescence, I dreamt of the Ashen Flatland. I loved the Gulmohars, mimosa, Ashoka, Paddy, wheat, mustards, the caravans and the avenues. But never imagined, it would beckon me and noose me towards it one day. It used to be just another choutari in  the journey of life but little did I thought that one day, it would be an inescapable passage of my way. Read the rest of this entry »

It was the T-Shirt Festival
it feels so good
I am so happy that I am going home
Joining home with festive mood
To the hills of spring…
and I am springing heels for that
Wait for me …..I am coming

Chunu and Munu

I separated them from their parents on my Mum’s birthday (Falgun Seven)
 I confined them in the 3l bowl on the democracy day (Falgun Seven)
I played Bob Marley:
 Old pirates, yes, they rob i;
Sold I to the merchant ships,
Minutes after they took i
From the bottomless pit……
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Won’t you help to sing
These songs of freedom? -
cause all I ever have:
Redemption songs;
Redemption songs;
Redemption songs…..

And they dance in the Redemption Song
In the Song of Freedom
Two li’l Fish
In 3l Bowl
Pebbles and Plants and corals
Artificials

At times I wonder
What do they live for?
In 3l Bowl?
 For Pebbles and Plants and corals
 And the Artificials?

Look at the Meaninglessness
Brother and Sister
Cousins
Lovers
Allies
Foes
Parents
Child-eaters

Ain’t it so Stupid?
To tend Fish…..
They fight for a morsel of grain
And then again start making love
Their Stupid rhythm
Their Stupid Cosmic Dance
Their Stupid wanderings
Sisyphus Under water
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You may not like me babying you. But You are a baby. You are of baby material.You are so cruel and mean and unfeeling yet you are a sweet-heart and you ought to come home.You say , home is where the heart is, they say home is where the bed is, whilst I say, Home is where we are. Home is no home without plural”we”.Love is not enough, lust is not enough.A home has to walled and rooffed and painted and there need to be proper air circulation. You are a baby and you know nothing. You come home and I’l see you.

Second Chance and double challenge. I am fearful of the road ahead.I need some inspirations. There will be trials and the ordeals. When ambition soars high, there will be fatigues.It will be like fighting with oneself;with incompetencies,with incompatibilities,with anticipations .God please help me to help them and Please help them to help me. Strenthen my sheathe and protect my dreams.

I have been constantly dreaming about this water,earth and the sky.

It seems hard to leave a life of riches, of materials ,of love and totally a Commando Life. But it’s so easy, to leave things behind upon the heart’s call.We live for us actually , and living for us means doing for others. Let’s share some lights! Hats off John Wood!

It’s indeed frozen ( there is a difference between “being Frozen” and “being Stagnant”). I have stopped writing ( there is a difference between “have stopped” and “have quit”). So, I can’t write anything( There is a difference between “can’t write anything” and “don’t want to write anything”). I am getting forgotten like an old scar. I am getting mingled into the mist of oblivion,slowly and imperceptibly. Even I can’t recognize myself.But it ain’t a tragedy. It’s an experiment. It’s solitude,it’s meditation,it’s observation,it’s celebration and it’s love . Thus,it’s beautiful.

I day-dream and I night-dream. I day-dream destructive and I night-dream constructive. I am all balanced and integrated more than before. I did everything,all these months of solitude but writing. writing hurts me. It squeezes me to bleeding. I was a writer, even professionally . But I could not continue writing. I could die but could not write. I tried overcoming, I fought tirelessly……this is this try. Lets see what comes up next.