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October 30, 2024 / 0 Comments

Slowly But Surely

Om Prakash

I am trying, inch by inch I climb,
Through storms of doubt and tests of time.
In every challenge that I meet,
I push ahead on weary feet.

I’ve not learned to stop when shadows fall,
Nor bend beneath life’s weight and call.
With wings of effort, strong and wide,
I scale each peak with steady stride.

Taunts may come, sharp stones may lie,
But I press on, as fears deny.
My pen, a chisel, carves the way,
Through trials born of night and day.

Silence stands with me through it all,
In struggle’s hour, I stand tall.
I’ll bear the talk, the scorn, the fight—
For victory is in my sight.

Slowly, surely, step by step,
I climb this path with no regret.
I am trying.

October 20, 2024 / 0 Comments

The Quiet Bond

Wasim Barelvi

He doesn’t come to my house, I don’t go to his
Yet, distance doesn’t make our bond amiss.
Good or bad, all ties remain,
None leaves this world with more to gain.

In the hands of TV, what has become
Of homes where once fathers led their sons?
No child now follows in their stride,
A fading lineage, once full of pride.

A hundred doors opened, yet held by care,
Where would I roam, if not to return there?
These tears of love, let them quietly stay—
The secrets of the noble, in silence lay.

Tell him, ‘Wasim,’ this world is small,
Whoever enters my door, returns no call.
For once within, they no longer stray,
No wandering heart will drift away.

October 16, 2024 / 0 Comments

The Name on Dusty Glass

Sudhan Subedi

You write her name on the dusty glass,
Of a car not yours, parked by the bay,
Let her name travel on every breeze,
Let the world know your love today.

Though washed or cleaned in a little while,
For now, her name is clear, it gleams,
Until the rain or time erases,
Her name lingers in fleeting dreams.

September 29, 2024 / 0 Comments

Veils of Dreams

Ahmed Faraz

If we part ways today, perhaps in dreams we’ll meet,
Like dried flowers pressed between pages, bittersweet.

In the hearts of the broken, seek loyalty’s gleam,
For even among the lost, you’ll find treasures unseen.

You are divine, am I not too?
My love, are we not angels, pure and true?
Why then, must we meet behind so many veils?
When our souls are bound, beyond all tales?

September 19, 2024 / 0 Comments

Fatigue was inevitable while doing some work

Zafar Iqbal

Fatigue was inevitable while doing some work, And now I’m even more tired from resting too much.

The darkness outside has seeped within, In turning dusk, I have become the night itself.

This age was such that I spent it as I did, Disgraced myself while shaming others.

The bird can’t escape, but it’s trapped in this air, I’ve grown weary of baiting my heart like this.

Some weren’t unaware; they knew me well, I was departing even as I sought respite.

Water had risen over my head, but I struggled, Pausing everything, holding back everything.

What pilgrimage were we on that led us to these days? What dust it was that we made holy.

From the bend where we began, we’ve returned again, Bringing a futile journey to its end.

At last, Zafar, I’ve vanished from the scene, In making my unique style too common.

April 11, 2024 / 0 Comments

Breaking Silence

Sudhan Subedi @tweetsudhan

In silence, there is strength,

Words kept within length.

A smile withstands each blow,

Resilience in a storm’s glow.

Despite shattered dreams, they rise,

Eyes on the earth and skies.

Misconduct to one another, let it be,

The perpetrators secretly conspired to see.

Shattered silence as a raging noise,

Barriers broken, discarding devious ploys.

Stand up, you culprits, no more to bay.

Voices ascend, our land shall reclaim.

They resist the dark with valiant hearts,

Every silence will make a roaring art.

Grim echoing histories as in Sun Tzu,

Every shade of truth will repeat.

March 21, 2024 / 0 Comments

Beyond roast and rust

Sudhan Subedi @tweetsudhan

In the cycle of life, roast or rust,
Beyond mere existence, we’re thrust.
Engrossed in sessions, minds confined,
Roasting each other, but are we blind?

The speaker, with wisdom, holds the floor,
Yet sees not the rust, the ones ignored.
Learned and educated, par excellence,
While others languish, lost in pretense.

They lack the basics, yet strut with pride,
In their self-made bubbles, they hide.
For knowing all, they fail to see,
The world beyond, where others plea.

Self-rusted, they roast in their own flame,
A cycle of ignorance, it’s such a shame.
Roasted by rust, they’re consumed,
Yet blind to the world, where hope is entombed.

The cycle persists, in its relentless churn,
As we fail to see, fail to learn.
Beyond the roast, beyond the rust,
Exists a world, waiting to be just.

January 10, 2024 / 0 Comments

Digital Impermanence:Daily Deleting Stories

@tweetsudhan

The evolution of sharing in the digital age marks a departure from the days of enduring posts that linger in memory over time. Previously, people posted content, and it endured, archived for the future. However, the current trend revolves around “Stories” – transient snippets that exist for a day, reflecting the impermanence of not just online content but also, metaphorically, the impermanence of life.

In this era, the essence is encapsulated in the brevity of a day, capturing the fleeting nature of experiences and narratives. Each day brings a new story, and the previous ones fade away, emphasizing the transitory nature of our digital expressions and, by extension, the ephemeral quality of life itself. This shift mirrors the philosophy of impermanence, encouraging us to embrace the present moment, as what’s shared today may be eclipsed by another story tomorrow. The concept underscores the beauty of living in the now and appreciating the transient, ever-changing nature of our digital and real-world narratives.

December 31, 2023 / 0 Comments

Whispers of Tomorrow’s Canvas

Sudhan Subedi

In the canvas of time, a mantra to borrow,
“There is always tomorrow,” whispers with a glow.
Patience, the key, unlocks the fate’s window,
Guiding through challenges, as life continues to flow.

In the game of existence, you emerge and grow,
Claiming victory, as destinies bestow.
Yet, a shadow lingers, a troop’s silent woe,
Deep within hearts, a sense of foreboding they stow.

A subtle unrest, like a hidden undertow,
An inkling that something’s awry, a subtle echo.
Tomorrow unfolds, time’s relentless throw,
The day will come when truth will finally show.

Hope persists, resilient, a beacon to follow,
Till the end, in hearts, it weaves a halo.
In the symphony of life, a melodic crescendo,
Hopeful spirits endure, undeterred by sorrow.

November 25, 2023 / 1 Comment

Echoes Across Decades: A Stage Unchanged

Sudhan Subedi

In a realm where decades dance, change unfurls,
Power scatters, the ordinary in decision whirls.
The stage, unyielding, holds its curtain tight,
As ordinary souls shape the script of the night.

Creative diaspora leaps past television’s squares,
YouTube’s dawn, and more, ascent in pairs.
Yet, here on this stage, a familiar encore,
In my hand, a mike, as memories implore.

A school day’s cultural echo, the mike was mine,
Announcing, orchestrating, making moments shine.
Three decades hence, in the parent’s embrace,
I sit, watching children on this timeless space.

Same stage, same curtain, clock at its height,
Roles have pivoted, yet the ground feels right.
The rhythm of time, an unyielding decree,
In the auditorium of life, where moments agree.

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Slowly But Surely

The Quiet Bond

The Name on Dusty Glass

Veils of Dreams

Fatigue was inevitable while doing some work

Breaking Silence

Beyond roast and rust

Digital Impermanence:Daily Deleting Stories

Whispers of Tomorrow’s Canvas

Echoes Across Decades: A Stage Unchanged

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