Time Travel Poem by Binod Bastola

I sit idle and think about pen and paper, what should i pen?
My thoughts?
Imagination?
reality of life? beauty of nature?
Happy or sad creature?
All of a sudden, strike with the reminiscence,
Travel to my sense of life,

Its a long story of a better and bitter!
Both the taste are so differ, love the learn of hither and thither,
Went to childhood to drunkard boot!
Both speaks the real truth,
Is there any crude, which can beat the rawness of these brute(cruel its not so cruel, it is just one real of brute) ?

I look at Almighty!
I dont know where is he?
Right there in my heart of temple/part of these physical dead!
I am not afraid to accuse him,
Because it is in me, not in that unknown cult!

Boom! Life goes boom!
Boom! I go boom!
All i have is my past time,
My last time: not faded in my memories of thousands,
I have all the times.

Desert to ocean; ocean to desert, story goes,
Oh my gosh!
Thirst is in both the toaste,

I cream, i didt screen my scream, i let go with the nightmare of my dream.