@ Tuesday, Feb. 27, 2007 – 18:58:21
Shortened
with the physique
boast of a hell.
A culprit
An offender
Hang it !
Hang !
Hang till death.
respect
isn't its entity
pride it bears.
A shit of no where
A blunt one
Force it !
Force !
Force till it pleads.
Tale
from nowhere
masterpiece be it called.
A preacher of oil
A lubricant
Use it !
Use !
Use till it hallucinates.
Coming
dearly to it
a tremor terminates.
An outwitted
A sarcastic
Dump it !
Dump !
Dump till it becomes a garbage.
'07bpb
@ Sunday, Feb. 25, 2007 – 17:52:47
(((( WHEN PEOPLE LEARN WHAT THEY ACQUIRE)))) 
Busy streets of the capital
vendors yelling to buy.
A window of the house,
a little girl peering through it.
Air is stagnant
leaves get a swing.
One keeps aside,
THE DA VINCI CODE.
Another opens it
reads it thoroughly.
Keeps it aside,
"Hope never ends."
Reads it thoroughly
"Hope never ends."
Another opens it,
keeps it aside.
Vendors yelling to buy
THE DA VINCI CODE.
A window of the house,
leaves get a swing.
One keeps aside
a little girl peering through it.
Busy streets of the capital,
Air is stagnant.
'07bpb
@ Friday, Feb. 23, 2007 – 17:31:35
High lands, low roads,
Tramping people.
For their survival;
for recreation.
A boy leans over the deck,
At the harbour.
Ultimately he achieves the smile;
he was waiting so long.
He isn't a beggar,
Nor a merchant.
he is full of expectations;
he has his own identity.
He loved the world,
As his home.
Mattered not;
what the world had for him.
The path was daring,
But his bravery was not fake.
He cared for the deprived;
as he had seen the sufferings.
He isn't supernatural,
But an admirer of nature.
The hindrances for him;
was of an insane.
Blue sky and the violent thunder,
wet his clothes.
The betray he faced at that moment;
flooded his heart.
'07bpb
@ Thursday, Feb. 22, 2007 – 19:50:18
FRIENDS, I want to share this with you all.
"AS PART OF ANTI-SMOKING CAMPAIGN"
As you take the cigar, it takes your life.
SMOKING ruins life... avoid narcotics.
( although even scientists are unable to verify the hazards of smoking)
For public...
by '07bpb
@ Tuesday, Feb. 20, 2007 – 13:30:06
BPB
A chuckle that striked
was it-
or was it not;
the feeling of your embrace.
The golf course
and the tee-
the par of victory;
being the love for me.
Mighty bring the hope
bring the smile-
in the lips;
you know, i was waiting it so long.
Smile,
that widening-
i admire it;
really the sense of happiness.
The moment you cherish,
love beyond expectations-
nourish me;
and my senses.
'07bpb
@ Monday, Feb. 19, 2007 – 15:13:08
This fabulous art of MISS POOJA BHATTA, is indeed appreciable. This little girl from Nepal has high aspirations to succeed in her aims of serving humanity. I wish for the bright future of her.
Sister, you are awesome in your works. Go on !Be sure to see the complete image by copying it and view it in full form. 
@ Monday, Feb. 19, 2007 – 14:55:59
Seven hours before,
the body was there.
quiet, calm-
and I felt the heart.
Touch it now,
no feelings.
no nothing-
nothing at all.
Shall the mourn
and the processions.
be there the hope-
or else the ashes.
Disgusting it is
to see the transfigured.
"Soul never escapes...-
escaping is the body."
World! be quiet-
the body is singing that song.
Also one day;
ballads will arrive.
'07bpb
@ Saturday, Feb. 17, 2007 – 14:27:34
Sun has gone,
leaving you behind
brightness of you;
prevailing in the soul.
Away from life,
Away from death
there's a land for you;
the warmness of me.
Out of the world,
and the land of sorrows
let me escape;
let me adorn.
Right is your presence,
right are your thoughts.
Embrace the holyness;
of the belongings.
If I were to see you,
dressed with the passion.
Had I been the visionary;
would the stars twinkle ?
'07bpb
@ Saturday, Feb. 17, 2007 – 14:16:09
A step in the air,
the air of solitude.
grabbing its humane
went along the shore.
@ Thursday, Feb. 15, 2007 – 11:38:57
SHIVARATRI, a festival many Hindus celebrate worldwide, has a historic significance. Lord Shiva and his wife, Parvati are highly respected in the religious arena of Nepal.
The picture above is the art of MISS POOJA BHATTA, my sister- and I am delighted to present it in front of you all.
The festival of MAHASHIVARATRI is on February 16th, this year. Thousands of saints, sadhus and devotees are coming to PASHUPATINATH, the renowned Shiva temple based at Kathmandu( the capital city).The story runs that during SAMUDRA MANTHAN( a war between gods and evils), SHIVA drank the poison that fell in the side of gods and thus saved their dignity.
May LORD SHIVA bless us all in our good deeds and may Nepal gain the overall stability and peace. May extremism in any religion end. May we learn that the divineness of supernatural power and its words are one : the world is one. May world be a good place to live in.
MAY FRATERNITY SPREAD.
JAY LORD SHIVA !!!
@ Wednesday, Feb. 14, 2007 – 19:18:11
Mourn along the ocean,
dear, your drops there.
You are little, innocent
you are precious.
The cold waves,
the tides.
May hurt you
May escalate your sounds.
Salt mixes in the drop
yet sweet it becomes.
Affection there is for you
in the pleasant storms.
Come to me,
a hurt heart can heal.
Tell me your worries
give me the tears.
Water is elsewhere
but your fins are dry.
You are caught by them,
I'm your friend, don't sob and don't cry.
@ Tuesday, Feb. 13, 2007 – 17:46:40
Be not the prolix,
Primpings would be done.
Flowers would shower-
for the beloved one.
Dear valentine,
approach to the bond.
May love prevail,
among all the humans.
Love for the deprived,
Love for the needy,
Love for the homeless-
Love for the Almighty's child.
Love for the brothers,
Love for the sisters,
Love for your parents.
Love for your beloved.
Be not the very day,
When ravishing ones get the confession.
Soignee and handsome at the soiree,
Love meets the destiny.
Existed love,
it exists
and will exist to eternity;
Sojourn resident's love for all concerned.
@ Tuesday, Feb. 13, 2007 – 15:25:41
Get feared from it
as it is untouchable.
Leave far the knots,
it is a culprit.
Leave it,
get away from it.
Laughter mixes in air,
a laugh for its foolishness.
Nothing it has,
it is political, you know.
Harass it,
Embarass it.
The menace of it,
let it get the melanoma-
let it be malignant;
let it die.
It is a pariah,
tarnished it has.
Had it been a captive,
their hearts had been delighted.
Erudition of it,
Assess it harshly-
Harshly assess it.
'07bpb
@ Tuesday, Feb. 13, 2007 – 14:50:28
Struggling for the feat
as it is to be kissed.
One day,
this world will salute you.
Demolish the backbiters
as they are to groan.
There's a day for you,
till the journey reaches the medieval.
Serious,
the grants of favour.
Serious,
the success flavour.
Bridging the day,
of a nightmare.
Seriously,
the grant of success shall be there.
Approve my prudent words,
approve it for my mates.
@ Sunday, Feb. 11, 2007 – 15:12:56
Wrong being the time
wrong being the efforts -
wrong being the offence;
a cruel murder of talent.
So seek the knockings
hard and much harder than else -
fun of thy being made;
humanity is insane.
Had the snow kissed the earth
had I been the river -
some freezings would have happened;
seconds would be mine.
Dreaming the path
where solitude grabs -
and urges to build;
the potential within.
RULE THE WORLD, HAD SAID ME -
TRULY THE WORLD RULES YOU, ALWAYS.
'07BPB
@ Monday, Feb. 05, 2007 – 15:40:48
MONALISA as DRAWN BY MISS POOJA BHATTA.
@ Monday, Feb. 05, 2007 – 15:01:12
SADDAM HUSSEIN AS DRAWN BY MISS POOJA BHATTA.(Outline by myself.)
@ Monday, Feb. 05, 2007 – 10:58:58
Friends, I am quite pleased to share my joy of birthday with you all. Today, I would like to remember all concerned who have motivated me in my positive deeds. I would like to apologize to all whom I brought sadness or tears. Lastly, may god help us to make this earth a worthy place to live in.
I will have the BIRTHDAY at my best.Thank you all for your co-operation.
@ Saturday, Feb. 03, 2007 – 16:42:02
Balmiki, a renowned personna in the field of Sanskrit, has been my fond from the very beginning. I am very proud to present you all a sketch of him, articulated by my sister, Pooja Bhatta.The outline is designed by myself.
Primarily, Balmiki was a dacoit named Ratnakar but later turned as a sage by meditating, in order to please the Almighty and left all his evils. He is the author of the great RAMAYANA. 
