My Hometown


By the foothills of mighty Dhaulagiri Range,
where time has not brought much change.
Lying just at the end of a shallow valley,
is my hometown which I miss very much daily.
It’s more like a village if you ask me frankly,
with just one narrow paved road skirting it lazily.
Forest and fields surround it on all four side,
place I call my hometown with sense of pride.
Nearest town is about half an hour away,
nearest city is at least two hours away.
Which means it has the clear blue sky during day,
and at night you can clearly see the Milky Way.
A place so small, everyone knows each other,
whether in joy or sorrow, everyone comes together.
Even with Google map you will have trouble finding it!
“Far from the madding crowd” sure sounds like a fit.
Some might even call it a “One horse town”
yet my cherished memories were created in this hometown.
Now I am counting the days when I will see it again,
eager to see what parts of it remain, with a joy unrestrained!




Midnight Ride



A night to remember and a ride which can’t be unremembered,

recollection as well as emotions of which is still very untempered.

I can still run it through my mind as if it happened yesterday,

will bring smile to my face until it’s time for the judgment day.


Day went by as usual with nothing significant to recall,

so started my regular round of drinks sometimes after nightfall.

One drink let to next, before I knew it, it was midnight,

oh ! you should have seen the moonlit night with all the starlight.


Being in a village and far from the pollution of the city,

everything from trees, hills, stars and moon kind of looked so pretty.

That’s when the devil in me suggested that I should go for a ride,

although a bad idea, but who am I to disagree with my adventurous side!


So I tiptoed out of the house and quietly closed the door behind me,

went to my stable, just kidding, it’s a bike not a horse, you see.

Dragged my iron horse for a short distance away from my dwelling,

between the nosy neighbor and the barking dogs, there is no telling!


Just one kick to the kick-starter brought my bike alive with a roar,

now it’s just me and my bike, what more can a man ask for.

Like a lover I coaxed my bike gently to move to first gear,

I have always been gentle and treat my bike just like my dear.


A narrow paved road without streetlight took me to the hill nearby,

before long I was climbing it’s steep winding road on the fly.

Little twist of my right wrist brought instant feedback from my bike,

as it pulled up the hill like a horse I come to like.


Once on the top of the hill, I stopped to soak in the night scene,

and to light an incense to the local Gods, lighting a cigarette I mean!

Trees on the both sides of the narrow road appeared ominous and dense,

not a single soul in sight, I reckon they have more common sense!


Just to top off my high, I took a swig of drinks I carry around,

sounds of insects of the night and occasional dog barking can be heard in the background,

The small hill was a plateau and I could see mountains in the distance,

it looked so tempting that there was no use resisting it at this instance.


So it was time to set out to the next goal of climbing the inviting mountain,

feeling of adrenaline rushing through body and excitement of the unknown was hard to contain.

Reached the base of the mountain after riding for about half an hour,

from down here the mountain seemed very much like a sky high tower.


As the destination was within reach, there was no thought of turning back now,

a fainter heart would have turned back and more likely make an excuse somehow!

I put on my earphones and started a Trance song to go with the atmosphere,

began climbing the steep slope at a slow pace, all the while on first gear.




p.s – by Bike I mean Motorcycle

Unanswered Questions



Where do we go from here is the open question,

raking my brain so hard yet there is only confusion.

Whether to continue or to live a life of seclusion,

can anything be done to this life we call delusion?


Why have so much negativity crept into my writing?

it used to be much more lively and exciting.

Is it just a reflection of state of my mind and soul?

with such heavy heart, how can one expect me to be whole?


Like a toy whose keys has all been unwind,

I stare at the window with an empty mind.

Striving hard to come up with something positive to say,

it looks like this is not likely to happen today.

Missing You



If I shouted I love you in the deep forest will you hear it?

If I said I miss you on top of mountain will you sense it?

At this point in time will it even matter a bit?

what’s the use of acting like child and throwing a fit?


Just want you dear to know, if you ever need a helping hand,

shoulder to cry on, to unburden your worries, you know where I stand.

If you decide against it then I will see you in dreamland,

no matter what you decide to do dear, I will surely understand.


Anyway, I just dropped by to say Good Morning, have a Great Day,

have a Good Night and Sweet Dreams all in one, come what may.

It is really me dear, not my hormone talking on Monday!

it is matter of time before you dear realize it someday!




Nepal, it used to be such a magical and mystical place,

I’ve never been there, just letting you know, just in case.

Information comes from dear friends and things I read online,

friends who talk glowingly about it and what’s in headlines.


Land which used to be ruled by kings and most people very humble,

when people mayn’t have had plenty but wasn’t ruled by laws of jungle.

Tourists used to come to marvel at its culture and scenery,

native Gurkhas with their Kukri still known wide for their bravery.


Its language so melodious, someone once told me it’s almost musical,

its folk song so melodic, I have sometimes listened in cyclical.

Land of Mount Everest which is so majestic, alluring and breathtaking,

getting to Base Camp is on my Bucket List before dying.


Things started to unravel when King was murdered with his family,

then the Maoist came to town with Chinese backing and brutality.

Earthquakes, corrupt politicians and Indian Blockade has added more distress,

shortages of gas, waster and electricity, no sign of progress.


Hopefully things will take turn for better soon in near future,

so people can once again go back to admiring its nature.

Which  will definitely make some kind of happy closure,

now it’s time for me to end my lecture! 

Hopeless Hopes



One may ask why do I write in this Chatroom like a fool,

this is the only way I can express, not coz it looks cool.

Some people text, call and email, but I don’t follow the rules,

sorry for punishing you guys with sad tales and for being cruel.


My only hope is, this gets to the person intended,

not in a believe that this relationship can be emended.

But in a hope that she knows how I feel,

and that time hasn’t diminished any of my loving zeal.


I see that she has moved on with her life like nothing happened,

I applaud her decision and will, which leaves me with feeling of gladdened.

heard somewhere that if you love someone give them wings to fly,

it’s so hard to let go, no matter how much I try.


Btw, I just finished my first notepad with writing all about you,

wanted to give it to you, now I don’t know to who.

Will have to save it for the time when I am old,

save it for my grand kids who might appreciate the story told!

Regrets and Laments



Brand new sunny day, yet the story remain the same,

is there really any use asking who is to blame?

Lamenting on how things should or could have been,

regretting doing all the things that were forbidden sin.


Like it or not, today is a brand new day,

will just have to hope it goes fast and pray.

Have to do the same tomorrow and the day after,

pretend to smile even if I can’t manage a laughter.


Want to go back to childhood when things were simple and innocent,

back to my hometown with all it’s greenery and what it represents.

With gently rolling hills and mountain for great distance at the back,

slowly winding river which can be only reached by a foot track.