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Yet the wind is on its pace,
And the flowers swing;
ruling the world with million faces,
I realize the stagnant wind.

I assume, the serious wind,
has blown all high;
where precisely no one:
Make any motions.

This is to express my heartfelt condolence on the sad, untimely and completely unexpected demise of Mr. Khadak K.C., professor at Tribhuwan University Nepal.
For the commemeration, I have opened a site called www.khadakkc.blog.co.uk and May his deeds encourage to uplift the standard the education system of Nepal.

I remember the crushed skull,
The flow of thick fluid.
The endless crys.

To deny the truth,
I went home.
I went home, I shall reach there soon.

...oooohoo!the work is accomplished,
dear,now grab me in your world.
I have had enough of those excitements,
now I want a relief.

remem...ber!the very first day we met,
dear,your beauty fscinated, really charming it was.
Your embrace, could I ever forget,
the lovely kisses we exchanged.

suddenly, the world changed itself,
oe, we couldn't change the world.
You couldn't deny the truth,
nor could I block the angels.

bodies, that met after a busy day,
your eyes searching for the expression.
I took you in my arms, never to leave,
again, our relation neede a new birth.

your moonlit face, your rose red lips,
your body figure, your innocent smile.
the way you walked, the way you talked,
the heartful expressions, the bold thoughts.

neeeded you, for life and its continuity,
but my fate was worsened.
now you aren't with this soul,
you are needing me, needing your love.

The brightest star that rose in the sky,
didn't knew, it shall also fall.
I will be with your feelings,
never doubt, its my mightiest call.

A super-natural power created the life onthe earth ; leaving all cosmo-destinations.A general fusion of gametes results a zygote and hopefully begins a new creature.Human beings,in particular are concerned with initiation and extinction of life.That doesn't imply, other living cratures don't have senses or emotions but we are more sensitive and wise, as we prefer to call ourselves.We believe in love,hatred, happiness, sadness and other desirable and undesirable moments in our life. We are mere, a lump of flesh , binded by a skeletal structure.The blood capillaries, though like to say , they have identical colour.What is life then? Merely living for a centenary, fifty, decade ? One who borns must die. We have a common resolution of our deeds and sorrows i.e. death.Many people believe in reincarnation but its just a rudiculous and an imaginary folk tale.The last moment of life when you sum up your entire works in life , that must be really ttragic. You might realize your mistakes and would be helpless and lonely. Many people prefer to end their lives by suicide, which is the most coward form of extinction.They too have fear just before the moment they commit suicide.Some lose their lives in accidents, wars , clashes, catastrophes and so on. Millions born each day, millions die! By the way,who cares ! Concern is selfishness, which we all have .We want to live for eternity.But, whom favours death, its all destiny.We all want to keep our name and fame around the globe.We want to remain in memories, even though we become physically absent.We want to claim the hearts, as time is short : works to be done are more.In average you live suppose, for 21900 days. I too have spent 5675 days, what about you ? My activities might prolong the next 16225 days. That's all life, you know. So be good, cheer up, spread love, make a career.Fortunates are those who believe in destiny; achievers are those who believe in "karma(action)." It is often said that " Value of a thing is realized after its extinction." Who cared for contributors, when the were alive.
When one dies, at least pray for his/her soul.Don't cry for all that which has become the past.Doesn't death mean-" You are now free from this terific world's tedious activities? If you really love that person, don't turn the body to ashes, nor bury in the mud ! Just keep in the memoires and the heart. All have to depart.You might catch it earlier, or might I. You might drop tears or might I. But we must learn that death has to occur because there's an initiation after every extinction.

If I had to,
Sacrifice,
The lives in the guillotine;
My soul shall desire,
Your departure,
As my words are alive.

Now, the autocracy, the corrupt bureaucracy !
You have to resign, you have to retire.
You have to salute these feelings.
As my words are alive !

Listen the blow,
in the silent woods.
Feel the flow,
of love-veins.

I shall be coming to you !
we'll explain,
with love.

This poem is presented in Prakab-technique, initiated by Bed Prakash Bhatta.( Text or call me at :
+9779841500957

Once,
For a while,
You assume!
You have claimed the world,
You have achieved the consummations.

The simplicity in ,
the deeds of,
the naturality,
Are simply your perceptivity.

When just she thought ,to perceive a worlds’ happiness;
With pleasure and joy;
Hey God! You killed her mother,
Made her broken and cry.

When just she thought to gain success;
With effort and labour.
Hey God! You even made her depart;
No one mourned !But I do remember forever.