Showing posts from November, 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

Some Beautiful Clicks of Powai and Hiranandani

Hello all! Though I am not a professional photographer, still putting some of my photo clicked through my Nokia Lumia 625.

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Picture one: Powai Lake from IIT Bombay
Another beautiful view of Powai Lake

Panaroma Click

Simple click of Hiranandani.  It looks beautiful na?

Panaroma Click.  four different clicks to form one click

A bigger click. Panaroma again!