Deepawali

In the twilight glow, the lamps arise, 
Deepawali whispers under starlit skies, 
Colors dance, a vibrant sight, 
Hearts unite with joy and light. 

Deusi-bhailo, in rhythm we sing, 
Celebration flows as the festive bells ring, 
Footsteps echo on cobblestone streets, 
Neighbors gather, where laughter meets. 

With sweets and treats, we share our fare, 
Bright rangoli painted with love and care, 
Parents smile, children gleam, 
In every moment, we weave a dream. 

Candles flicker, illuminating hope, 
In the warmth of love, we learn to cope, 
Glowing diyas chase shadows away, 
In unity, we find our way. 

Music soars, our voices rise, 
Underneath the moonlit skies, 
Deusi-bhailo, a joyful refrain, 
Binding our hearts, easing the pain. 

As dawn approaches, the night will fade, 
Memories linger, the bonds we've made, 
Through Deepawali, our spirits soar, 
In light, we find peace, forevermore.

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In the Land of Broken Dreams

In our hills where whispers roam,
The sun shines bright but feels like stone,
The bustling streets, once full of cheer,
Now echo sighs that none can hear.

The hustlers toil, day and night,  
Their backs are bent, they fight the fight,  
With sweat on brows and hope in eyes,  
While leaders scheme in lavish lies.

"They're honest!" We chant, "They care!"  
Yet empty hands just grasp the air,  
In power's grip, the wrongdoers cling,  
While honest hearts hear freedom sing.

Through marches bold, our voices rise,  
"We seek the truth!" we call through cries,  
Yet every vote, a card that's played,  
As truth gets lost in charades displayed.

Corruption drips like poisoned rain,  
The smuggled hopes, a silent pain,  
Extortion greets our every plea,  
While dreamers drown in apathy.

Oh, noble hearts that break the mold,  
You trust in tales that once were told,  
But in the shadows, greed takes flight,  
Turning daydreams into night.

Nepal, sweet land of golden past,  
Why is your light so dimmed at last?  
For those who play the crooked game,  
Their thirst for power burns like flame.

With hunger gnawing at our bones,  
The cries of children echo in tones,  
"Where is the change? Where is the care?"  
In every heart, a silent dare.

So let’s unite, hand in hand,  
To bring back hope to this fair land,  
For in our souls, the fire glows,  
With dreams of peace that never close.

Together we’ll rise, we’ll break the chain,  
In unity, we’ll share the pain,  
And push aside the dust of greed,  
For every Nepali, we’ll sow the seed.

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Threads of Connection

In the heart of Nepal, where rivers flow,  

A bond between generations, rich and aglow.  

The youngest often reach with a call or a text,  

Yet it's the elders’ wisdom that truly connects.  

Oh, elders, with stories from ages gone by,  

Your guidance is treasure, under the vast sky.  

Teach us the manners, the values you hold,  

For in your soft whispers, our futures unfold.  

In laughter and lessons, let unity reign,  

Without your embrace, love could wane and wane.  

A message, a visit, just a moment to share,  

Fosters the ties that we’re all meant to bear.  

When silence grows louder, and the distance expands,  

The fabric of family slips through our hands.  

For it's not just the young who must reach for the phone,  

It’s the duty of elders to guide us, their own.  

So, take up the mantle, extend out your hand,  

In every small gesture, let connection withstand.  

For years may pass swiftly, like whispers in breeze,  

But love shared in presence, will grant us our peace.  

Don’t let the gaps widen, don’t let the ties fray,  

Stay in touch with your kin; light their pathway.  

In laughter, in sorrow, let your wisdom be known,  

For our hearts are the seeds from the love we have sown.  

Let’s nurture these roots, tend the garden we share,  

With respect and with kindness, breathe family air.  

In the tapestry woven, let your threads brightly gleam,  

For together we flourish, in this beautiful dream.

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Beauty over Broom

In a house where clutter’s got a sturdy stance,  

Dwells a wife who’s mastered the beauty dance.  

With a broom in one hand, and a brush in the other,  

She sweeps and she slays, like a fashion had mother.  

“Oh, darling,” she sighs, with a glimmering eye,  

“Life’s a tough grind,” but she’s ready to fly.  

Dishes unsorted, laundry piled high,  

Yet her eyebrows are lifted, her lashes will fly.  

To the beauty salon, she’s a queen on her throne,  

While the dust bunnies gather, neglected, alone.  

“Realistic,” she claims, with a mask on her face,  

But the only real thing is her ongoing chase.  

“Moderation!” she cries, as she orders up two,  

Sprays and tonics, and brightening glue.  

Her phone's buzzing fiercely:  “Another new trend!”  

A selfie, a filter, a blemish to mend.  

The world’s full of chaos and visible grime,  

Yet her world is glimmering; she’s right on time.  

“Who has the heart for chores in this race?”  

A primped princess, she evades common space.  

At playdates, she talks of the latest regime,  

“You simply must try this new serum, it’s supreme!”  

And while others are baking, cooking dinner with ease,  

She’s perfecting her pout, all while sipping on teas.  

“Hard work?” she asserts, “Oh, it’s such a chore!”  

But she doesn’t quite care—she’s off to explore  

The magic of facials, and nails painted bright,  

While she leaves the housework to dust in the light.  

So here’s to the wife, both deluded and spry,  

Chasing aesthetics as the laundry piles high.  

Realism’s just a glamorous guise  

For kingdom of mirrors, not practical lives.

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The Periodic Table

Let us remember the elements of the periodic table through the poem:

Hydrogen, helium, lithium to start,

Beryllium, boron, carbon play a part.

Nitrogen, oxygen, fluorine pure,

Neon, sodium, magnesium endure.

Aluminum, silicon, phosphorus bright,

Sulfur, chlorine, argon bring light.

Potassium, calcium, scandium swirl,

Titanium, vanadium, chromium unfurl.

Manganese, iron, cobalt strong,

Nickel, copper, zinc belong.

Gallium, germanium, arsenic glide,

Selenium, bromine, krypton hide.

Rubidium, strontium, yttrium soar,

Zirconium, niobium, molybdenum explore.

Technetium, ruthenium, rhodium gleam,

Palladium, silver, cadmium beam.

Indium, tin, antimony grace,

Tellurium, iodine, xenon embrace.

Cesium, barium, lanthanum bloom,

Cerium, praseodymium, neodymium groom.

Promethium, samarium, europium spark,

Gadolinium, terbium, dysprosium dark.

Holmium, erbium, thulium deem,

Ytterbium, lutetium, hafnium dream.

Tantalum, tungsten, rhenium shine,

Osmium, iridium, platinum refine.

Gold, mercury, thallium call,

Lead, bismuth, polonium all.

Astatine, radon, francium rare,

Radium, actinium, thorium fare.

Protactinium, uranium, neptunium peer,

Plutonium, americium, curium clear.

Berkelium, californium, einsteinium follow,

Fermium, mendelevium, nobelium bestow.

Lawrencium, rutherfordium, dubnium charm,

Seaborgium, bohrium, hassium disarm.

Meitnerium, darmstadtium, roentgenium zest,

Copernicium, nihonium, flerovium quest.

Moscovium, livermorium, tennessine strive,

Oganesson, the end, elements alive.

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Wifi Router

There once was a router so tall,

Hung on the wall in a hall,

It would blink and it'd beep,

But its WiFi was weak,

So it wasn't much use at all!

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Dashain and Tihar

In the heart of Autumn’s gentle sway,  

Two festivals dawn, lighting the way;  

Dashain first, with its grandeur and grace,  

A time for family, a sacred embrace.  

Goddess Durga rides fierce through the night,  

Vanquishing demons, restoring the light;  

With each flower and offering laid,  

A tapestry of devotion is beautifully made.  

The air filled with joy as the kalash is set,  

Kites soaring high, in skies they beget;  

Ancestral blessings, we seek and we take,  

Strength in our bonds, for our loved ones' sake.  

Then comes Tihar, the festival of lights,  

A dance of the lamps on the luminous nights;  

With marigold garlands and feasts that entice,  

We honor our loved ones, oh, how sweet is life!  

The crow, the dog, and the cow in their due,  

Each life valued, each spirit held true;  

With the flicker of diyas, the stories are spun,  

A celebration of love, where all hearts are one.  

Sisters and brothers, we share in the cheer,  

With laughter and music, our hearts draw near;  

The sounds of the drums, the sweet festive calls,  

In this colorful tapestry, unity enthralls.  

Dashain and Tihar, two jewels that combine,  

In the cultural mosaic, their brilliance will shine;  

As we gather together, in joy we partake,  

In the spirit of love, and the bonds that we make.

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Rain

In whispers soft, the raindrops fall,  

A silver serenade, nature's call.  

Each droplet dances on thirsty ground,  

A gentle balm where life is found.  

The farmers wait with hopeful hearts,  

As heaven's tears play vital parts.  

With every splash, their spirits soar,  

The promise of harvest, rich and more.  

The emerald blades in waves do sway,  

As rain's embrace turns night to day.  

Each leaf, a canvas, painted bright,  

Reflects the dreams of day and night.  

In fields where weary shadows dwelled,  

The vibrant visions are now upheld.  

For every seed, a story weaves,  

In rhythmic drops, the earth believes.  

The rivers rise, their voices swell,  

In liquid lullabies, secrets tell.  

In pools of silver, frogs take flight,  

Their croaking chorus adds to the night.  

The flowers bloom, their colors burst,  

From rain’s refresh, we see them first.  

Each petal kisses the cooling air,  

In raindrops’ rhythm, a life laid bare.  

Ode to the rain, the life it gives,  

Through every storm, the promise lives.  

With nature’s tears, all beings thrive,  

In rhythmic hope, we feel alive.

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A dance of Hearts

In paths set forth by family ties, 
Two hearts unite beneath wide-open skies. 
Arranged by love, it blooms not by chance, 
In shared strength and grace, they embrace the dance. 

“Trust is the foundation,” whispers the wise, 
As eyes meet softly, no need for disguise. 
Through laughter and tears, they weave their own thread, 
Building a bond through the love that they spread. 

“Patience nurtures,” life teaches each day, 
Through storms and through sunshine, they find their way. 
With hands held tight, they confront every fear, 
A journey united, the end becomes clear. 

“Joy is found in the simplest of things,” 
In morning coffee and what true love brings. 
Through trials and triumphs, they stand side by side, 
With open hearts ready, they take in the ride. 

“Embrace all the flaws,” says life’s gentle hand, 
For perfection is just a castle in sand. 
With compassion as armor, they rise and renew, 
In every ending, a bright start shines through. 

“Shared dreams ignite the soul’s deepest fire,” 
Two lives intertwined, together they aspire. 
In love’s vast garden, they plant tender seeds, 
Together they flourish, fulfilling their needs. 

So let the world speak of odds and of fate, 
For love is a force that conquers, creates. 
In arranged paths, they forge something bright, 
As bride and groom celebrate love’s pure light.

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The Teacher’s Heart

A teacher stands upon the stage, 
With hopes to inspire, ignite the sage. 
They sow the seeds of knowledge wide, 
In youth's bright eyes, their dreams abide.

Through sleepless nights and endless plans, 
They shape young minds with patient hands. 
Each question asked, a trial anew, 
With love and care, they guide the crew. 

Yet weary days can steal their light, 
For few see the struggles hidden from sight. 
In every lesson, a piece they give, 
To mold the future, they choose to live. 

The road is rough, the burden great, 
But in each heart, they cultivate. 
As time marches on and seasons shift, 
They find their joy in the dreams they lift. 

Like bread is earned through toil and tears, 
They stand as beacons through children’s fears. 
In every smile, their purpose shines, 
A legacy built on steadfast lines. 

"Teach with heart," wise elders say, 
For minds are nurtured in every way. 
Through laughter shared and lessons learned, 
In every challenge, their passion burned. 

Though sacrifices hide beneath the glow, 
They face each day, and still they grow. 
"As you give, so shall you gain," 
In each young mind, their dreams remain. 

So let us honor those who teach, 
With every life they strive to reach. 
For in their hands, the future swells, 
In every story, a thousand tales.

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Morning Tea

Upon the kettle’s gentle, tuned embrace, 
A dance begins where water meets the flame; 
The soothing sound, a melody of grace, 
Invites the day to shed its weary claim. 

With measured leaves, both fragrant and divine, 
A ritual unfolds as my senses wake; 
Each step precise, as clock’s hands intertwine, 
In steam’s warm breath, the morning’s peace I take. 

The warmth cascades through fingers, soft yet bold, 
As swirling steam ascends to greet the light; 
In every sip, a tale of joy retold, 
A fleeting moment, turning pure delight. 

Thus, tea prepares my heart for what may be, 
A brew of hope, sweet solace, setting free.

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Chasing Dreams

In halls of learning, dreams take flight, 
With books in hand, we chase the light. 
The path is steep; the nights are long, 
But in our hearts, we find the song. 

Through stacks of notes and cups of brew, 
We toil and strive, we push on through. 
Each challenge faced and tear that falls, 
Builds strength inside; our spirit calls. 

The pressure mounts like waves of sea, 
Yet every struggle shapes what will be. 
With sleepless nights and minds ablaze, 
We carve our futures, ignite our days. 

Though roads may twist and turn around, 
Each hard step brings the dreams unbound. 
For every hour spent in toil, 
Sows knowledge deep in humble soil. 

When doubts arise, hold your head high, 
Let passion soar; let worries fly. 
For in the grind, where lessons thrive, 
Lies the heart of those who strive. 

So hold your dreams like stars above, 
With courage, grit, and endless love. 
When you arise to face the fight, 
The fruits of labor will shine bright. 

In the end, it’s more than scores or grades, 
It’s wisdom gained and strength that stays. 
Trust the journey, embrace the grind, 
For success awaits the open mind. 

With each small win, take a moment there, 
Reflect on struggles, their lessons, the care. 
In student life, where hard work blends, 
A brighter future is what it sends.

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I, a Lamp-post

A pedestrian walks sideways

the allies lies paralyzed beyond

the veil of a bride amidst of many choices

 i as a pedestrian walk alone

 like a lamppost brightening alone

 in the pitch black darkness.

 The tantrums of civilized ones

 The innocence of chatterbox children

 I lived alone somewhere in between the crowd

 like a lamppost ignored aside.

 The importance of important chitchats

 The milestones of barren zebra-crossings

 I tried to widen the edge of the lip-shore

 where again isolation lies at the core.

The farmers farming at the distant

lay indifference at my palpitations

the brain like the tied shoe laces

I stand unknown to the unrecognized faces...

You are the universe of joy

I am the embroi of never raised tree

You carry eternal joy and pleasure

I, a lamppost neglected coz I'm a failure

Never spoken words are harsh to reality

Already known suspense, a farce

i stand somewhere in between or at unknown edge

with a shining face and a burn'd out ashed heart

Learning, the mastery wanna I be

torn out success story never I be

the raindrop chatters with a hollow tip-tip sound

Ponds, rivulets gets full but lies the empty

as me a lamp-post, never to be posted with a beautiful selfie.

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Life and I

I never let anyone see my tears 

I never let anyone snatch my cheers 

I use to laugh § make laugh in meadows 

Who cares when I hug § cry with pillows 

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No reason to hide § no reason to run 

No aim to climb § no hope for fun 

Life is a shadow, Life is a game 

Treasure is Knowledge, Success is fame

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