A salient whisper in the midst of mind

It touches my periphery

A sweet emollient breeze bypasses

And crops up

A fragrance of a sheer medieval

In the spectrum of best reflection

And in the monument

Of the world’s ever rejoiced landscapes

I put forth in the eyes of many people

I simply tackle

Whatsoever the best they

Reveal before me

They waddle to

My will to venturing

What my father advocates

Many tantrums

Of becoming

A worth living in the world

I can reside for they mean to me

And it adheres within me

The spirit of its endowment

It just lay on me and

Begin I have started

To gallop in the journey

The spirited gift

That be in my run

It jostles in a panic

Shocking with

An incredible alarming

A vinegary bow down

Smelling the scene of

Many lopsided run

Is it really swayed?

It startles me severely

In the bleak

Of being in a glittering height

I once reminisce

For what I could be

Really among my friends

They dream about me

And I justify

Without any effort

I weave

To be in the height

I play them

Forgetting myself despite

So many strive in my run

It’s all gone, scrunched up

And I slowly try to make

A difference for paying

So many troubles

And, I find

An incredible picture amidst

Those shrouded glimpse

I smile and, freshen alive simply

Keeping away

From my feeble hands

Faded in my songs of flawless tone,
Love is but all my reasons of scorn.

Imbued with the ecstasies, passion that did too.
Yea! That resembled to cause the wildly woe.
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Sunlight peeps through my window
My eyes shine with optimism
I stretch and rub my sleepy eyes
then bow to welcome fervently

Morning, the begining of the day
 fills my heart with glory
gladdens my four chambers
and showers me with joy

The joy that is not a momentary
it feels like for eternally
like a sacred flame
that never dims

Thinking ahead my face brightens
serene, peace, soft breeze hums
The birds chirp on the nearby tree
Hearing them, I feel so free.

Far in the ocean
A bunch of children are seen
playing merrily
 their faces beaming happily

That scene is so playful
so spontaneous
I am lost in reverie
without nothing to worry

* Whole-heartedly dedicated to all Nepali youth *

I have been walking a long way

As I believe, Life is a Journey

Difficulties in every step, one must face

We have no choice to refuse this race

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This poem was written by Vietnameese Buddhist monk,Thich Nhat Hanh,in 1978 while trying to help boat people on the South China Sea.

Do not say that I “ll depart tomorrow –
even today I still arrive.

Look deeply: every second I am arriving
to be a bud on a Spring branch
to be a tiny bird in my new nest,
to be a caterpillar in the heart of a flower,
to be a jewel hiding itself in a stone.

I still arrive, in order to laugh and to cry,
to fear and to hope.
The rhythm of my heart is the birth and death of all that
is alive.

I am a mayfly metamorphosing
on the surface of the river.
And I am the bird
that snoops down to swallow the mayfly.

I am the frog swimming happily
in the clear water of the pond.
And I am the grass-snake
that silently feeds itself on the frog

I am the child in Uganda, all skin and bones
my legs as thin as bamboo sticks.
And I am the arms merchant,
selling deadly weapons to Uganda

I am the twelve year old girl,
refugee on a small boat,
who throws herself into the ocean
after being raped by the sea pirate.
And I am the pirate,
my heart not yet capable
of seeing and loving.

I am the member of politburo,
with plenty of power in my hands
And I am the man who has to pay
his ” debt of blood” to my people
dying slowly in a forced-labor camp.

My joy is the spring, so warm
it makes flowers bloom all over the Earth.
My pain is the river of tears,
so vast it fills the four oceans.

Please call me by my true names,
so I can hear all my cries and laughter at once.
so I can see that my joy and pain are one.

Please call me by my true names,
so I can wake up
and the door of my heart
could be left open,
the door of compassion.