Showing posts from April, 2009

Dead Roses and Dead Soul

Dead Roses and Dead Soul No one saw his major loss

Every morning 
walking up to miles
he collects roses
with the hope
he can give them to her one day Every afternoon
forgetting disappointments
he collects hope
with the dream 
she will be with him one day Even by the end of the day,
those fading roses on his desk
and depressed soul within him,
both continue to live
with a desire of reconciliation someday Times changed
but she didn’t. His soul continues to breathe
he sprays water to roses
hoping neither of them dies
hoping they both live for one more day
where they can hope for one more. She never came back
she decided she won’t. Roses withered and died
his soul grieved and died.
He buried roses and his soul
with no hope of a further journey
with no desire for tomorrow. All saw dead roses
being sorry for its loss
but the dead soul within him
no one cared to search
and remained invisible forever. Suraj Ghimire 2020 This poem was first posted on

Aakriti in my Dream

Aakriti in my Dream

Life was full of nightmare that I wanted to forget, trying to live a new dayMy tears had made me bath my entire body; willing to be out of this pondGot to listen, smiles makes us feel younger, was hunting for a reason againI was cheated by most worlds, still with a dream; I will feel heaven one dayLife was really sad, one night an angel came in my life and touched me...I asked “aren’t u same class stranger I am enriched? She replied “NO”
“I am the one u were waiting to feel, people recognizes myself as aakritiSent by alpha and omega, here for your world, think me as only yours”I hurt myself to confirm if it was not a dream, she bandaged my pain parts.I was happy to get her touch, and I was happy to call myself as her friend.
I smiled, because I had reason why I smiled, I knew for whom to smile...
simply for that loving girl who taught me to live my life in laugh and smile...

since we meet. i included her in my smile, she include me in my happiness
I began to think …