Showing posts from 2016

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

Shirish Kunder 'Kriti' stolen from Nepali Movie BOB?

Nepali film industry has inspired itself many times from Bollywood. There was an age where many directors of Nepalese Movie would copy the full or partial (sometime concept) from Hindi movies and we audience were too irritated. This made Nepali movie industry suffered. As we were learning on those days, it might not have been so big issues. 

But still there are few moments where Bollywood (or rather say people of Bollywood) has stolen Nepali creation. There was a recent controversy of Asaar by @bipul Chhetri music stolen for Bollywood song, 

One of the recent update is that short movie kriti by shirish kunder has been stolen from Nepali short movie BOB by Aneel Neupane. I watched both of these movies and found their concept matching including some of dialogue itself. Though plot is different, we can relate both short movies to each other where there is no place for coincidence.

BOB was uploaded on youtube one month back, while Kriti is uploaded few days back only. While watching Kriti, …

Say congratulations by showing her past fault #GetALifeTOI

Say congratulations by showing her past fault   #GetALifeTOI

I was randomly surfing the facebook when I got through this post. And I felt to write it as this is one of the degradation of society that never allows other to live. If you support this, please use a tag  #GetALifeTOI 
and write your views and let our media know that people need to recover from what they were. They need to know it is not the way to congratulate anyone.

Say congratulations by showing her past fault. And this is how our responsible media treats people.

Most of us, including you and me always had our past. Those past were not nightmare not only for us, but for every of those who loves us too. They affects our future too, if found somewhere in future happiness.

But when we are trying to recover from those nightmare, when we are trying to celebrate new day forgetting bygone, what you will be like if someone pokes you for what you were?

This face of The Times of India is so coward and inhuman act. When a woman is tryi…

International Women Day:- You will Always Be my Women...

You will Always Be my Women...
"You know something." I asked her "Yes my dear, this is a word you keep saying most of the time" To my surprise I keep getting such weird reply from her hinting me to conclude sometimes 'maybe she doesn't want to listen to me anymore',
But in very that moment when I look at her, I find the deep thirst on her eager to hear what I say ahead. "I love you Aakriti," "You know something" She asked me. "What?" I asked with a smile in my face and anxiety within me "I knew you would say the same 'I love you' this time." She replied on her odd way.
I further added, "I love you from all my heart and all my soul"
"I knew you would add this sentence too.."
One of the reason She acts so unromantic on times is that She wants to let me know we should never fall with emotions. She is strong, but this time things are different. She was just playing with my words as she loves it, and …