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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

The Small 'Mark' among us!

The little 'Mark' who reflects us!
We love to meet each other every Sunday and we had been meeting this way since last seven years. In church as youth, there are many things we do together. My two friends Arpan and Akash sing and play guitar beautifully while I just stand along with them to be as background singer. From practicing choir, singing, praise and worship, prayers for each other and lots of other gossips after service, they all have been best moment we have spent together.  Though all these togetherness and  life with music has given us memorable time, there is something in our church that keeps us reminding about our childhood days. That something is little 3 years boy Mark, who loves intimating us.  Yes, He does intimate us during praise and worship too.
(in picture: Mark with his guitar)
When we guys come forward to start choir, Mark,  irrespective of the things he might be doing at any corner, runs towards his desk to carry his children guitar and joins us. This…

And I thought Exams were over!

Before few days of that day

Few days before that day, I was sitting in common staff room of teachers, checking answer paper of internal examination. Somewhere I smiled looking at funny questions while very few gave me happiness when any part of answer paper got full marks. Those were examination of my students where I was not supposed to study anything. Yeah, there were no need of thinking hard and skipping sleeping time. Between these days, I had written my thesis, I completed my masters, and also had joined job

That Day

I was preparing questions paper for the semester exam in my newly joined college in Mumbai. Teaching was my passion and I joined this profession not just to teach mathematics but to change the overall life style of students. These are the long term plans, but first I needed to get settled. Whatever be, i need not need to study for examination again, till I decide to join PHD which is my ultimate dream. Making questions paper were though indeed. A teacher need to bala…