A piece of Advice to the youths

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Perhaps i am harsh upon you,
Perhaps i am soft.
But listen to me again for now.
Hear me and evaluate yourself,
For i may speak wrong on you.
To those that close devotees of Lord,
I might cleanse your filth of falsehood.
To those who despise him
And sleep on the lap of evil,
I might provoke you.
No sweetness,no butter-nothing yummy,
yet i hold the truth.
The truth you must spit upon
Or the truth you must lower you head for.
In those 19th and 20th centuries,
They say,truth sang from every lip
And hearts nurtured the reason:
Love begged the alms door to door,
Love and truth and bliss,
care and conviction and hopes
cling in every inhaled air.
In the market,
In the thickets,
in the house,
in the hut,
in the lips
and in the heart,
Truth and love gleamed.
Those once-seen faces,
Those parent-decided decisions
saw its real end.
There was an obvious begin
and the obvious end.
Marriage,they say,is the knot
that ties two souls forever.
How pure and sacred it used to be-
Those swears and oaths taken
when the vermilion marked the partition of a bride
remained divine and eternal.
Didn't the wind shake the strength of those oaths?
Didn't devil hatch conspiracy to undo the knot?
They lived till the end.
They embraced Lord
And end to them was when
The cruel death baited the hook.
Did you you compare yourself?
Did you see those devotees?
God is where truth exists.
Thus,if you want to see god,
Mimic those mortals
that not now will remain a mere history.

"'Prayers to the god""

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Oh god,oh the father of the world,
Oh,the creator of the destroyers!
Where has silence crumpled you?
Where has the world barred you?
In temple,they say,you reside.
In sacred places,
In the busy markets,
In the heaven,
you exist;
But why are you absent in mortals;
In their dirty heart.
In their filthy mind
In their destructive hand?
Are you protecting those-
Those who are against the truth,
Those who wear the mask of false words,
Those who speak from the swine's shed?
Where the world has collapsed
not with the outdated pillars
but with the outdated thoughts-
Not with the absence of good people
but with the presence of filthy ones-
are you not there,dear father?
Come once.dear father,
Visit me once
and bless me with the wisdom
with which i can subdue the ignorance,
slay the falsehood,
bury the ego
fight the falsehood
and cleanse the world
with holy thoughts of truth!
Oh god,dear father,
Bless me with the the courage
and a love to fight for evils,
protect the innocents
and help them kill the false truth
that has ruled their lives

Realities and the fictions

Like in the fictitious movie,
Reality holds the duplication
That reflects the role of every character.
Like reflected in the movie
The role of those poor villagers
and the stupid goons,
our life gets entrapped into accepting the defeat without fighting.
The thousand villagers
when ruled by ten goons,
and when those innocent soul
die breathing life that devils rule,
my nerves used to get disturbed
and i would think and curse them;
what the hell coward people they are!
Oh no...reality and dreams and fictions are related
and this,i knew not then.
Films are the reflection of truth and reality,
the bitter reality,
the indigestible reality.

"Love,the fake one of today"

Today's lovers;the young generations,
Listen to me,listen to my cry-
Listen with your love,not anguish
For this, few of you might take it as an insult,
Few as an advice;few as the concern
And many more at you own wisdom.
where have you buried those old days?
Where have you abducted those sweet traditions?
Why have you murdered their existence?
Love,they say,is a song of two hearts;
Property of the down trodden souls,
Courage of the cowards
Wealth of the poor
and breathe of the breathless dwellers;
The cry of the trumpets that emerged from the true heart,
The vibrations of the drums that moved a tough heart,
The cymbals,the violins ,the flute and many more;
Why have you snatched their value?
Where have you discarded their sweetness?
Love,i heard,pure,sweet and beautiful it used to be,
why have you contaminated it?
why have you destroyed its beauty?
Like a- once- upon a time's holy
water that sang it's beauty
In the heart of river Ganga
that enchanted millions,
Love once upon a time was everyone's desire
And no mortals thought of dying without being loved.
yet today,
Those desires are fading in man.
Once upon a time they survived to love,
but today,they die for love.
For the impurities that today's generation
has added on its sacredness.
Listen:Hear me once,dear today's lovers:
Clean the filth that has inflicted many,
purify the contamination,
Spare the world from the virtue of fake love,
Bring back the sweetness,purity
and old tradition.
Lets reunite and revive the true love
and let go the fake love of today.

Is there GNH?

Where lives are at stake

But remains unobserved,

Where people cry out loud

But becomes inaudible to the should –hear ears.

Where happiness philosophy is sold out cheap

But the lives are expensive to buy,

Is there GNH?

Where the birth happens in front of our eyes,

Yet lives remain unrecognized;

Where getting identity is impossible,

And we become alien to our land

Is there GNH?

Where you become neither wild nor domestic,

And lives remain dead in wait,

Where your wait never ends

And you leave the world unrecognized;

Is there GNH?

Where census updates and registration

Remains a dream of many,

Where the fault of parents and grandparents

Are revived and penalized;

Is there GNH?

Where narrow domestic walls of ethnicity

Exists that bar the entry of one from others,

Where lips chant baza Guru

And heart holds the dragger;

Is there GNH?

Where people are sad

Yet they pretend to smile,

Where they scream with complain at heart

Yet fear to sing with lips;

Is there GNH?

A letter to my parents regarding death

Dear Parents

I don’t know what other people will think of me for whatever rubbish I write but it is a good time I informed you in advance that if suddenly a time comes for my end to begin, you shall never be mourning. Perhaps there will be no time, tomorrow, for me to inform you that I was prepared to die a long time back when I die. Perhaps next moment I would fall seriously ill and my hands might not support me to put my feelings into words to console you. Indeed who would like to die? I always have a dream to linger around you all. I always have a plan to survive in the proximity of your eyes. Every part of me wants to pay my presence in your vicinity. Yet no one is sure of the unplanned demand of the cruel fate to surrender us to the death. Any time, any moment there must come a time when we have to accept to walk the journey of death. No matter how harsh and unbearable marks are left following the aftermath of our disappearance, there is no ability in the hand of the living beings to alter the event of death. Life, they say, is a death in disguise; therefore as long as I breathe life, I shall die. Everyone must die. Law of nature doesn’t allow our eternity. My absence definitely will take you peace and bliss but believe me, if I die earlier than you all expect, think that my need to breathe as a human has come to the end. Consider that God wants me to abandon the world for a better reason. Perhaps he no more wants to me suffer. Perhaps my going is a blessing of god to take another form of life.

I always have been telling you that ,like in the devotional movies we have watched together, our role isn't permanent. I remember sometime when I have told you that like portrayed in those movies of god and goddess that each one of us is born with a prophesy laid by the almighty.(I even gave you an example of Mahisa sur being prophesied by Lord Shiva to be killed only from goddess Durga;other god, no matter how powerful they are, they are to be defeated).Same kind of script exists in reality of we mortals. No matter how fearful demon drags us, we won’t die unless we have been prophesied. If almighty wants, even if I slip and fall lightly I must die. We have been prophesied to die in our own way in the manner He wants us to. Whether falling from a tree or falling off the cliff from a car has to take our life, it is purely god’s design.

This is to let you know, my dear parents that if suddenly there comes a time when I have to leave this world without your knowledge, please be informed that I don’t like you to mourn over my death. Death shall come to everyone. Earlier or later, everyone has to leave this world. I like you to convey you the lines written by Poet Hari Krishna Baral -No one has a desire to die.

“No one has a desire to die,

Yet there is no such time we don’t die

No matter where we escape and hide,

There is no such world where mortals won’t die.

Not always are mortals wrong,

Cruel can be our fate as well.

Even do the tender buds fall off sometimes,

Hence, not always is existence easy.

No one has a desire to die

Yet there is no such time we don’t die

No matter where we escape and hide,

There is no such world where mortals won’t die”

Why doesn't life exist the same for all?

Why doesn't the wick in the same lamp kindle the same?

How unfathomable is the command of fate?

No one knows which will extinguish when!

No one has a desire to die,

Yet there is no such time we don’t die.

No matter where we escape and hide,

There is no such world where mortals won’t die”

Each day I wake up I remind myself that I have been able to live one more day. When I have an opportunity to live another day, I feel next moment could be the end. Any time can be my end. I just don’t know but there certain end. I am always prepared to die for one day or the other I must die. It is the law of nature that death must, one day, fix heavy penalty on our existence.

How I wished I lived by you forever!

Thank you

PremK.Bhattarai

Death, the great

Playing hide and seek between the death and life,

Our fate decides who is to hide and who to seek.

Concealing behind the shadow of uncertainty,

We must hide one day or the other

As much as we have been the seeker.

 As if we have been abducted in disguise,

Death, thus provide the room for you to hide

Where life won’t see you anywhere.

When death fixes high ransom

Against your existence, there is no way left

But to leave you body, for life will have surrendered

Its existence to the death.

We live for once and die for once,

That is the tragedy of life.

Like a fiction with a definite end,

That portrays a story of tragedy or comedy,

Our life is no different;

 And like the script writer in the play,

Your fate decides when to end and when not to.

Like the plot of the play, our roles are fixed

And when it is time to leave, fate beckons

From a distance with voice unheard

As if we are no more wanted in the film,

We disappear from the scene.

Never to reappear.