Showing posts from January, 2014

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

In Search of Happiness!!!

Do you think money can buy happiness for you? They may not.. but they are one of the ways they bring happiness within us because people who have loved us have sacrificed many aspects of life, just for us...

There is a boy who loves a girl so much. He has always loved being around her and he loves everything of her. From her cute smiles to angry face, from her childish talk to the moment where she expresses the depth of her, from her daily routine to her adventures he loves everything of her. He says, "My baby, I want to see the same happiness in you, being around you for the rest of my life". That's why, to give her the happiness she always wants, to give her things she has desired, he has done most of his saving; sacrificing small and small personal things. In the age where relations are broken within the wink, he is still in search of happiness.

There is a man who wants to make his newly married wife feel her special. He knows that he might not be her first love, stil…