"Hello and Namaste"

I might not have stars and planets here, but this is still my universe!

Monday, September 4, 2017


"Dear Friend...."
Well How many years has it been since we last wrote a hand written letter?
And no! Leave applications written to school and colleges don't count.
I mean a legit personal letter.
Too long right?
Technology has replaced it.
Why would we want to write on a sheet of paper when we can just email them?
We no longer write letters,
we text, call and chat.
We don't build friendship anymore,
Friends? We just add.
This thing called technology has bettered our life
and that i agree
but there is no denying
what it has done is ain't for free.

Just like how a light always castes a shadow
every good comes with its bad as well.
Technology surely has made our life easier
and too some extent miserable and sad as well.

We rely too much on machines now
we have cars for transport and planes to fly
we have machines to do every work of ours
we dont even bother to try.

I am not against what technology has given us,
I am just saying we might be abusing it a bit.
I mean do we really need a vehicle just to travel a few metres,
when we could just walk and stay fit?

We no longer have real friends,
We just have usernames and profile
We chat every now and then
but have never talked to each other in a while.

We no longer are in love with playgrounds,
Those swings and slides are now left alone to rust.
We play with our phones now,
Our toys ? Left alone covered in dust.

Technology? Starting to sound a little sad now?

There's more to it.

We don't have groups and gangs of friends anymore
We barely ever face them,
We no longer have meetings and gatherings,
Group chats have replaced them.

We no longer read books made out of paper
We have ebooks on our cell  phones.
Tell me , do they give out the same sweet "bookish" smell
and send a chill to the bone.

Let us never forget that we made this so called "technology"
We aren't meant to be a slave to this.
But yet,
The sad truth is this has been a curse instead of a bliss.

I am not saying we shouldn't use this,
I am just saying we should not, when its possible.
So next time, 
when you need to go somewhere and its not that far,
How about caring for a walk?
Maybe you can stroll around, admire the beauty and have fun at the park.

Next time you need to talk to a friend,
How about not beeping them in their inbox?
How about visiting them every once in a while?
It might be time consuming,
But hey it will surely be worth the smiles.

Next time you need to read,
How about buying a real book?
'Cause you know that and i know too,
Holding a real book is way better than an ebook.

Next time you need to freshen up
How about not logging into your online games?
How about going out for a while?

Technology is good
but only if you let it be good.
So next time if you can do something on your own,
How about not taking a help from the machines?
Cause the more you depend on machines, the less human you become.
You have feelings,
You have emotions,
You are not a machine.
So don't let this technology separate you from the world,
Dont let this technology turn into tech"ALONE"ology.

You might not care much about this now,
but don't let the real world slip out while you stare down in your mobile screen into that virtual world you created.

Sunday, July 2, 2017

The moon!

Every night when the sun goes down,
the moon comes up.
Well not every night.
There are nights when the moon doesn't show up.
But there is never a day that the sun doesn't come up.
There are days as well when sometimes one can see the moon.
Why is this so?
Why does this happen?
Despite being in the same sky,
why is the moon allowed to come together with the sun,
but the sun is never seen in the night.
The universe confuses us every time.
The universe!

Wednesday, June 28, 2017


The stars  have their own story.
Maybe they didn't want to be just stars.
Maybe that twinkling dot far in the sky had dreams of becoming someone's sun.
Maybe the stars aren't really stars.
Maybe they are fireflies stuck in the sky.
Maybe they are helium lanterns that are just floating out there.
Maybe they are actually inside our eyes,
and they are just being projected into the night sky.
Maybe they are really stars.
But when i see you,
I am compelled to believe they are just projections sent out from the eyes at the night sky.
Cause i see stars, every time i see your eyes.

Saturday, February 25, 2017


Dear Diary,
First of all i ask for apologies
for i'm not engraving this on your body but somewhere else.
I hope you hold no grudges against me.
Dear Diary,
You've been a friend of mine
from a long long time.
It's now been three days since we last talked.
Well i wanted to have a conversation with you on Saturday
but i couldn't and you know why.

Dear Diary,
You know everything about me.
I have decorated you with my smiles
and in times i've washed you with my tears as well.
I have shared my stories with you.
I have created fantasies with you.
I have made fairy tales come alive with you.
I have been ME with you.
And you know pretty well that the stories
weren't just words written on paper.
It was more than that.
Those were my silent screams the world left unheard.
Those were the songs i sang that just disappeared in thin air.
Those were little fragments of me i pasted on you.
It was all me.

Dear Diary,
Thank you for being there for me.
Thank you for just listening and never questioning back "What", "why", or "How".
Thank you for being the one i can share the world with.
Thank you for being a friend that i can count on.
I know sometimes i write shitty stuffs in you.
Sometimes i tear parts of you 
and rip your soul apart.
And sometimes i simply forget that you even exist and leave you for days
and come back as if nothing happened
and yet you welcome me back with a smile.
I can feel you being happy the very moment i turn the first page.
I can feel your excitement.
I can feel your heart race.
I can feel your blood pump.
I can feel you.
That moment you become one with me.
I am no longer turning pages of an inanimate object but myself.
It feels as if i am traveling inside my own consciousness.
It feels as if i am inside me.
You set me free from all the chains and all the cages,
Heaven is real, its always here between your pages.

Thursday, February 23, 2017

Poetry is piss!

Back in Kindergarten..
( I am starting this off as if i really remember what it was back in kindergarten).
I had no idea about poems.
I had no idea about anything to be honest.
I didn't know that songs were  poetry that someone mixed with music.
Those "twinkle twinkle little star",
"Baba black sheep",
and "Tara baji lai lai", to name a nepali one
were in fact poems that i never knew they were.
I just sang along and had fun with the rhymes.

As i grew up 
I could relate everything to poetry.
I knew what poetry was.
And i came to know that poetry isn't always rhyming.
Poetry isn't always like poetry.
It can wear a disguise.
It can seem like one or not.
I could hear  poems in every thing.
Including silence!

The sounds the birds made,
the thunder
the meow of the cats!
Everything felt as if it was coated with poetry.

And then I started writing one.
No i am not a poet.
I haven't become one yet!
I am still too far from calling myself a poet.
I make mistakes,
Grammar kicks in sometimes,
Sometimes words don't rhyme.
Sometimes i end up writing shit.
I never felt like stopping.
I never cared about what someone else would say about what i wrote.
I loved writing like nothing else.
And when poetry is symbolized as love and bliss,
I found out it is really uncomfortable to hold it inside for a long time,
just like when you really need to pee.
I guess Poetry is no different than piss!
You gotta let it all out.

Wednesday, February 8, 2017

Summer V/S Winter

The phone had stayed dead for quite some months now.
Maybe everybody had already forgotten the number.
Or maybe the wire was cut off somewhere somehow.

But one fine morning,
she woke up to a sound she had long forgotten.
A sound she felt as she remembered from somewhere.
A sound she knew that she had known for some point in her life.
She just couldn't figure it out.
She knew she had heard it somewhere.
As she approached the next room,
the sound was now more clearer and louder.
The dusty telephone in the table kept going "Tring tring" "Tring tring".
"Oh! That's where i remember this sound from", she said to herself.

Well that was unusual.
For the phone to ring after so many months.
At first she felt as if she was hallucinating or something.
But the phone...
It was ringing for real.

she said with a scared and somewhat nervous voice.
"hello, how've you been?", said  a familiar voice from the othher end.
She didn't know what she had to do,
She was happy and at the same time felt like crying after she heard that voice,
"He was calling".
After all they only meet twice a year.
And that too for a short time.

Well this was how they have always been.
two polar opposites.
Like fire and ice.
Yet everything good and nice.
This was how it's always been.
Meeting for a moment and then gone for half a year.

He was hot as hell.
And she was the coolest girl in the block.
He could melt her down 
and she could freeze him.
yet they matched,
somewhere in between.
Somewhere where he was not hot
neither she was cool.
Somewhere where they were warm.

Summer was his name.
And "winter" was what her mother named her.
Spring and Autumn,
These were the only times they'd meet and then separate again.

Going back to the phone call again,
"It's really been long since you last called.
I thought the phone was broken or something.
I had missed you"

The other side was quite for a moment.
"I've missed you too",
Well I am coming, and you need to leave.
And i will be waiting for you the same way you've been doing for these months.

he hung up then.
She didn't know what to feel.
She could be happy about the fact that he was coming
or sad about the fact that it will be only for a short time.
It is what always happens and will always do too.
When summer comes,
winter is bound to leave.
It might be saddening but hey, summer ain't bad either.