Guff House

The rhythms was so fine, change was impossible, The ride is long and long,  Side by side was the barrier, I destroy them. I was pathetic and lively creature, Now, the meaning are more clearer than sky without the cloud,  Though not lovely, for me. Life is change, aging is the sign, ride the boat, really tough, things aren't easy and lively here. There is something cost of being human, you have to dive, but swim. Right or left, soon or late, you have too keep on in the ride, or you get destroyed sinking down to sorrow and pain, Part of season is life of nature, Things keep on changing, you have to let go and rock on toward life.

 T here was light at midnight. The street was clearly visible. The emptiness was dancing wildly Though I glimpsed vividly. The buzzing sound of the hollow path, Cunningly troubling me, I wished for the heavy rain, Though silence was the one, I've been waiting. I didn't walk a bit. My heart rendered the shadow of darkness. But light was still there. I,then remembered, it was midnight. I gasped and started to search the source. Streetlight? No. Moon? Oh, No. Sun? How it was the midnight. I didn't comprehend, where I was? The slow wind was blowing angrily. “ Is it trying to give me the way out?” I thought and moved to the direction of wind. It was so soothing and romantic. Travelling with the wind, like dancing in the rhythms. I literally, forgot who I was? The song sang harmony. The pace of wind began its rise. The wind was lurking around swallow. I realized in the end, it was the shadow of light. Though it sparkled the street, swallow got me. I wasn't the only one in the...

Here, come the beggar! Before, the sun rise. With bare hand, for search. A search for kind hope, That, make his day, full of nosh. Look, here, comes the beggar! With the face wrinkled, With the lips twinkled, With the blissful earth's mud, He is the story of writer, He is the poem of poet, He is the land of hope, He is thirster of love, He is the outcry of opponent, He is the beauty of hate, He is the fund of kind, He is all in one, but no one, He has everything, but got nothing, He starts with joy, but end with disgrace. He is the wanderer, in desert, Very rare to find the water, The water, of kindness, The water, of helpfulness, He has legs, hands and life, But he is begging, in the lane, Few people are for his gain, More people make, eyes to rain, One man, asks bizarrely, "Why do you beg,unless you, got everything to work?" He replied with innocence,"I have not got, one thing need for, work?" "What it is? What it is?" ...

Here, is the embryo of story, Once there was a woman, And the son with his sister, The hope has risen as sun, She predict the future bright, Unless she got no present light, She raised them with love, Hope of godliness, and truth, She struggled for their charm, To be seen on their smile, But the story get turned,. For the son, his arrogance, Lust, trust, and faith has risen, To the power, money and honey. He tried his best to get from mummy, But what she can do, she is just a irony, He, well don't, get, she tried her best, Then, what? He run for hope of burst, of his lust, He wandered here, he run to there, Then, he got a company, with..... He starts getting everything, But she, aware about nothing, They washed his brain with trust, To those, who, really don't exist, One day, the story take twist, She got, the news of his demise, She start rambled with woe, She remember his innocent vow, She cried, cried, cried and cried. The sound of cry thundered...

फूल पठाए पछी उसले पथ्थर पठाएको छ ! समयले सपनाको शहर यसरी बगाएको छ ! त्यो घामको ताकत पनि अब फगत हूनेछ ! आज यसरी आँशुले सिरानी भिजाएको छ ! उ बूद्द बनेर फर्किएला वा हिटलर बनेर .... अद...

The smile looking fantastic The face being glorious May everyone fall in love But you are the only for me The hair curling toward face The eyes turning toward me May the god will, in you But you are the only for me The lips twisted on, appeal The aura made for romance May everyone be your Juliet But you are the only for me The wish seen in eyes The feel tiding in you May old become young But you are the only for me The essence lies in you The flower fall in you May thorn guard, you But you are the only for me. The emotion hidden in ocean The pearl decorating you May everyone being pirates But you are the only for me And you are just one for me.

The discontinuous fate, rambling The unknown trait, bubbling The darkness being, famous The light house, vacuous. Look! Look! Somebody is coming. With the flight, toward destiny. Oh! Yes, he must be god. Light only lies in him. Shut up! Foolish, he isn't that, Who you are thinking. It is the light extract from darkness, Don't you know! Light always comes after darkness. My mother said and everybody accept There is only god who has light Thus, you are not right. Don't stuck on blind faith, Scramble word of merchant, He is on business to spread faith, For you to disappear in vanity. Ha! Ha! Ha!! You don't know he comes, With the beautiful craft with bright, To take us all along to light, Take my hand and fly up to the  height, The height for human right for the flame. Don't walk through the illusion, Dive on deep ocean of heart, You will find what i find, There is no god just only the soul. I see the craft right behind you, You have no fai...