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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

~~simply from the heart~~

~~simply from the heart~~

if loving one sided to you is crime,
i am ready to do it for eternity...
if dreaming you in my life is sin,
i am ready to confess my sin everyday...
yeah, finding you beneath makes me suffer,
i am ready to be suffered always, everyday..
if asking blessing for you, i have to sacrifice,
i am ready to sacrifice all, just to make u smile..
just to make you smile,
and just to make myself love you..
for eternity..
till my last breath..
just to see u happier..
just to find myself you are happier..

this poem is dedicated to my sweet anamika..

~~ An illogical circuit gate in Physics lab~~

An illogical circuit gate in physics lab ~~
(fiction story
Mathematics is my love and from the moment of class 10, I dreamed of having a Ph.D. in mathematics. So to get this superlative dream fulfilled, pursuing graduation in mathematics was a next step which I had to cover. In the first year of graduation as this journey, topics like mechanics and electronics would give such hurdles, I was aware of it, but these moments would have been so memorable, I hardly guessed it. For somebody very poor in physics like me, integration and derivatives of the hilarious equation was often distracting me from the physics book as a pole of the magnet would repel its similar pole. The first-year Bsc was definitely an exciting stage where I found numerous friend on my college and I loved being with them on their time of necessity, but along with my friends, I felt as if here is my destiny waiting for me to take the highest summit of all time.

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