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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

Talking Love:- Aakriti in Conversation

Whose Story Was I Writing? She said, “You can write your love story, not hers.”Aakriti in Conversation

While writing my imagination, a writer within me has loved to be committed with a story girl whom I christened as “Aakriti.” The meaning of Aakriti in Nepali is an “image of an object.” In my story, Aakriti is a vital woman character. And beyond stories, in my life, she is the one I have desired as my soulmate. She has been around my literature with the same name and similar characteristics appearing in a different form. Even though she is a perfect imagination, knowingly and unknowingly she resembles a girl that I would be in love with. My readers have often asked me, “Who is Aakriti? She looks so real through her stories.” As a writer, I take it as a compliment. But one discussion with my reader made me ask myself, Whose story I was writing? “Every time you read Aakriti, I sense a bit of discomfort within you. Are you jealous of her?” I asked her while I was sharing her how Aakriti…