menash mohan shrestha Poems

Down the aisle i met people with
masquerade,
With there tongues laden with words so
clichéd,
...

My days always walk along the uproar of this chaotic valley.
But my nights are far too lonely.
Every second passes like a day.
Minutes, they seems weeks.
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In one of the tiresome night,
With a man who is eager to fight,
A man like a preaching prophet,
His words that I can never forget.
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Everyday you go through such an ordeal,
For you must suffer before you die.
Every end of the day you die on your bed,
For you can't succumm to struggle.
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Oh Rain.
Free fall of heaven's tear.
Your terminal velocity imparts kinetic
churning to my emotions.
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I'm listening to the gale's rage.
The hiss of moving wind.
It whispers in my ears.
And bring the jaw-dropping news.
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I can't say anything about tides.
But who says time doesn't wait.
Time does wait.
It's always waiting for life to start.
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When my heart is drenched in the wine of suspicion.
And my mind burst in the calmness of nothingness.
The temptation of vengeance is so justified when I am left alone in the field of battle.
With my bruised soul and bleeding heart.
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Neither
a demon nor an angel.
She is dilapidated mass of muscles
and skeleton.
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