niraj dhakal

it rained
washed my stain memories
rejuvenated with a new life to began
aesthetic precipitation of water
...

mary was really
, so much adorable
and defend me, whinning
And shed a tears on tenebrous curtain
...

My aspiration
In a voyage
Sailing over
Suck out the marrows of life
...

More assiduously and meticulously
I used to gape on your grin
Under a bed pillow
Draped with collar
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Path and endless solicitous
Just to get colligate with mud
These mud is so pure
The impurity is always washes by every monsoon rains
...

Apple
I love apple
So everyone does
...

Me,
lunatic and infirmary
People and mad house
Confound with exposition
...

The baby was born,
On the cemetery, the knot of disparity
She was born, on the bosom of mother
Imbibe the bloodless mother, hollering and whining, she was born...
...

So, I renegade from identity and fugitive
Just because, she wanting to had ephemeral triumph

I was going easy with my conviction
...

life gets queer, as you become aware
air blows, rain falls and flower blossom
no reason, assessment and prove
phantom reason and myth purpose
...