Speaking out my mind here.

Falling in Love with the Imaginations When you said you liked coffee,   I started finding the aroma closer. When you said you liked the smell of rain, I started imagining us on a couch on a cold summer morning.  So fresh and beautiful.  Drenched with all the raindrops  Bringing down the smell of heaven. Greener; drops of water diamonds falling  From the leaves of the plant we had in our backyard.  When you said "me too", when I said what I like,  I thought we have something.  When you said' "Come on, Nance. I'm not that bad",  A spark was lit  That was when I felt there's something in me for you. I bet, be it just for a second,  I was running in the back of your head. May be, I shouldn't have texted you that day. I don't know, either I was too high or too low.  None of these would have happened.  I would still be planning your date with her. But now, I imagine us being together  E...

जिवनसाथी तिमीलाई भेटेर चिनाजानी बढाउनु भन्दा बरु यस्तै ठिक नदेख्दा त हरेक सासमा बस्छौ तिमी  मेरो मुटुको हरेक धड्कन चल्दा म तिमीसङ्ग भएकोे कल्पना गर्छु हरेक पल तिमी मेरो आसपास भए जस्तो लाग्छ हर रात सपनीमा म आफुलाई तिम्रै साथमा देख्छु न मलाई तिम्रो अस्तित्वको चेत छ न नै तिम्रो नाम थाह छ न को हौ थाह छ मलाई न कहाँ छौ थाह छ तर यती थाह छ, कतै कुनै दिन, सोच्दै नसोची अचानक, तिमी मेरो अगाडी हुनेछौ सायद मेरा आँखाले तिमीलाई नचिन्ला सायद तिम्रो श्पर्श मलाई नौलो लाग्ला सायद तिम्रो आवाज मेरा अन्जान कानले नठम्याउलान्; तर मेरो आत्माले तिम्रो आत्मालाई चिन्नेछ तिम्रो तरङ्ग मलाई आफन्त लाग्नेछ तिम्रो मुटुको धड्कन मलाई सुनिरहेको झैँ लाग्नेछ। पहिलो मुलाकातमा नै सायद नचिनौँला तर यदी म तिम्रो लागी र तिमी मेरो लागी बनेकै हौं भने, हाम्रो मुलाकात भइ रहनेछ किस्मतले हाम्रो बाटो जुदाइरहने छ  आधी म चिनौँला तिमीलाई, आधी तिमीले चिन्नु आधी म अगाडी बढौँला, आधी तिमीले बढ्नु म तिम्रो जिवनमा केही महत्व राख्छु भने, त्यसो देखाउनु मनमा मेरो लागी केही छ भने, त्यो सदभाव जताउनु बदलामा म ...

She  is    Magic You’ll look for her in every other girl you encounter, But never will you ever find someone like her. Cause she is like the cool breeze of the Atlantic That lands upon your face on a hot summer day. She is like the sand of Sahara  That has the smell of all the territories it covers, And yet has a unique smell of its own So fresh, so pure, almost divine. You hold her too tight, and she’s gone You don’t hold her at all, still she’s gone. Cause she has both Atlantic and Sahara in her. Delicate and fragile like a snowflake, and yet so beautiful. She is like the most perfect cup of tea you’ve ever had, With the perfect hint of ginger, That’ll leave you wanting more, and in no time she’ll be your habit. You seem to be the happiest around her, that will make you doubt, Doubt about how happy you are, and if that is for real. You might start to fear of your happiness, Cause you’ve never been this happy all your life. Bu...