LITERATURE

SPASM OF SULKY SENSATION An aching joy Intoxicated so-called life, My heart gets hurt Along with the dulcet fife. Thinking of nothing new but All the tipsy trices of the past, Nostalgic feeling flickers The venediction weeping last. Anguish is too deep for words The fathomless deep, Suffocation of the solemn grave No new world to peep. Roaming as a rime on bare branches And as a lonely cloud, Sobbing no; I long to cry As a hurricane loud. And always; almost always Compelled to dwell in the dark, I sometimes wonder Why I can't be blithe as a skylark. What is the end of my life? Where is my destination? No further hope; shabby destiny O, death! Why is procastination? I can't live further more Singing the songs of despair, Thrust me sharp spears Then, I will step up-up stairs. ---Pranjal

There I See You ; There I Love You ( I ) Early Morning Early morning- at dawn When the sun peeps from the horizon And dew falls upon petals; There I see you There I love you. ( II ) At noon At noon- in the hot sun When saplings and pines whisper And music spreads under the shade; There I see you There I love you. ( III) In the evening In the evening- at dusk When the sun- ray kisses snowclad mountain And furnishes with crimson paint; The twilight so charming! so enchanting! There I see you There I love you. (IV) At midnight At midnight- in a moonlit night When the shimmering moon scrawls And throws tender beams on to me There I see you There I love you. (V) Somewhere Somewhere- in a forest nook When the bubbling brook rushes And ripples roam in a lucid lake; The lake full of swans and blooming lotus There I see you There I love you. ( VI ) I love you - I love you That is only I can say No words expresses my longings Oh! When I lay upon cold pyre And the big flame slowly catches me; Even then, There I see you There I love you. ---Pranjal

" A SONG BORN ON A QUIET NIGHT" Gigibisa, Just be in sheer silence Let's share tender emotions, Forgetting the future and the painful past. Seeking to the unborn song and sight Fleeting to the soaring height; Just you and me, Thoughts churning of fearlessness Knows who the world may end tonight? Ask me not where fullest pleasure shakes Ask me not where the torture aches. Just this I know, Deep -- Deep somewhere in the bosom core It aches gently, slightly with fun and fear Anonymous hopes and desperation joy and tear. The nameless relation, Relation of lucid love, compassion and emotion The silver thread that binds you and me The sweetest dream I weave within you Separate not, the holding hands from mine Least I lose myself to deserted Niles. wakened sunrise near to bloom petals With my moments, your spilling smiles. Near by sit -- you sing I sing also aloud I sing all those tunes I had long forgotten. Let's beget unheard melody So sweet, so delightful- the history had forgotten Just in your name my sweetheart, Your burning beauty and sparkling sight Which made me sing " a song born on a quiet night". Pranjal 9th April 1996

Songs of Despair Not a week, not a month but for years we laughed together- laughed with tears. But eventually, She left nothing Absolutely nothing; Not even a broken heart to grieve over Not even a single word to fancy and hover. But the endearments of her eyes Haunts me night and day Intolerable theos I have Neither can reveal nor say.

 

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MEANING OF LIFE
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Life is an imponderable puzzle, the mother of all mystic knots. It is full of ache, anguish and trauma. The tenure between cradle to pyre is painful; the distance between castle to cottage is also painful. When you don't have- you suffer; when you have also you suffer but- comfortably like a beautiful oak tree gnawed by termites. Happiness is but momentous and untouchable. Life is too hard for happiness. I presume, it is just like a gluttering candle in a deep dark night of a windy desert. The origin of life is nothingness and the goal of the spiritual journey is to go back to the roots which is again nothingness. It is very vague, intricate and unintelligible for the simple mind. Therefore, the best way is---" When a poisoned arrow pierces your tender flesh, you don't bother about where it has come from. Just you take it out and try to dress the wound first.

Take it easy. The reality is bitter and painful. You may escape for a while like the John Keat's in " Ode to a Nightingale " but very soon you have to come back to the bitter world from that utopia. And again that is tormenting. But, no matter how painful the life is, do not shun it and call it with hard names. It is the law of nature. You have to accept whatever it is. Life is just like that- because man is destined to suffer. It is not according to your will, wish and hankerings. One must follow the destined route destined by the callous destiny. Therefore, be happy with what you possess. Past is no more, Future yet. Why to fret about tomorrow if today be sweet. Live a life whether it is benediction or an anathema. One should try to seek happiness within tears and trauma because this is the Nature's way (Tao).
At times when thinkers in us take over, we question the reason of existence. If all we had to do was to take birth, live a life of stress and pain interspread with joy, procreate and die. Why be here at all? If that all there is to the whole meaning of life? I sometimes search in my mind for a conclusive answer but hit against a brick wall. So, let us break down this wall and reveal to ourselves the true meaning of our presence in this sorrowful world... And for this I beseech you all to be humble and witty understanding the Art of living.!!!

---- Pranjal
March 20, 2001

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VEHEMENT VAGARY
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A man of morbid taste longs no more but sentimental sentiments, art, music, nature and literature. This is because I am fed up with powerful lunatics, educated fools and so-called erudite of this sorrowful world. This is an unprincipled world of impish lords where the placidity has been snatched and the humanity raped. Innocent people are compelled to subsist restless and chaotic life. It is intolerable that nowadays people prefer venom to ambrosia. In short, the loss of innocence and the dark heart of humanity disappoint me greatly.

On the other hand, intoxicating vapid and shabby life lingers as a lingering shadow. Recollection of bygonedays pricks me bitterly. I lost the most precious thing of my life; Eventhen, I have gotten immense ecstasy. I am content with what I have. But, unfortunately I am in predicament now. I am in-between the devil and the stormy sea. Above all, grim death is swirling around me and a cauldron is laid nearby.

---PoonamShreePranjal

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'LOVE' ! AN ACSTASY AND BENEDICTION
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Yes, love is the most beautiful thing in this world. It is the greatest energy and the most luminous object. It is calm, tender, soothing and beautiful. The whole world revolves in its hilarious hub. It is the base- it is intrinsic to life. No existence can be thought without love.

But, despite of this beautiful reality men have poisoned love. The politicians and the priests have played a cunning trick upon it. The very taboo has contaminated the beauty of love and life. Otherwise, why don't they allow hugging, kissing, giving warmth to a child? - To a couple of lovers? Why are they ignorant about 'love is the nourishment of soul'? Because, of the super ego they have cunningly imposed their tricks in the society. They have kept men in the box of fragility, fear, ignorant and idiocy. They have created tremendous fear in men to share mutual love. Yes, they have. Otherwise, they would not be ignorant to this universal reality.

When a priest talks about 'higher love' and destroy the lower and say the lower has to be denied; bodily love is bad, spiritual love is good. You may ask him- have you ever seen any spirit without a body? Spirit without a body is a ghost. But love is not a ghost. Have you ever seen a house without a foundation? Spiritual love is not possible without a body. Then why is bodily love neglected? It is the very base to spiritual love. Hence, the priests have created problem to the people. The priest thinks orange is bitter because he has not tasted the ripe orange- the delicious one. So, down the age's man has been denied love.

Sexual energy comes to its climax near about the age of eighteen. Never again will a man be so potent and never again will women be able to have a greater orgasm than she will be able to near the age of eighteen. But, we force them not to make love. Society and the whole mechanism of police are standing in between them. The mind gets divert because of the excessive cravings. Consequently, they can not progress properly. Once it is experienced it would become a simple thing but when it is not allowed he desires to have. It is just like concealing an object and boy's curiosity to look at. Why is so much care taken? They are trying to kill a bull and create an ox. Only at the age of twenty-eight or thirty, after the completion of formal education and holding a good job, you are allowed to marry. By the time, you get married you are almost declining to your power. Now, you make a love but the love never becomes really hot, it never comes to the point where people evaporate; it remains lukewarm. They fail to know the peaks of love, the sweetness of love.

Without love a man's capacity falls low. Have you not watched it? When you fall in love, suddenly all your capacities are at their peak, at their crescendo. Just a moment ago you were looking dull, and then you met your women and suddenly a great joy has erupted in your being; you are surprisingly aflame. It is true, the greatest and the most intelligent people are the most sexual people. This has to be understood that the love energy is basically intelligence. If you can not love, you are somehow freezed, cold; you can not flow. While in love one flows. While in love one feels so confident that one can touch the shimmering moon. That is why a women becomes a great inspiration, a man becomes a great inspiration. When a women is loved she becomes more beautiful immediately. Just a moment ago she was just an ordinary woman, and love has showered upon her- she is bathed in a totally new energy, a new aura arises around. She walks more gracefully; a dance has come to her step. Her eyes have tremendous beauty. Now, her face glows; she is luminous. And, the something happens to a man. In the absence of love, no matter how beautiful the surrounding nature is- it turns into a bleakful barren land- one feels rose petals dropping tears and room to a tomb. Therefore, in order to beautify your life the soul should be flourished with love. But, be careful! Love is deadly venom if it is not manipulated with an apt conscience, if it is personalized. One suffers greatly when the desired thing can not be obtained. Man becomes lonely when he build walls instead of bridges. He should be able to identify- everybody is carrying masks, a false face and authentic face. But, use your own conscience and try to understand the universality, the revolutionary message of love and the eternal path of love. Why to worry about the parochial thoughts of our society? Be bold and support truth. Reclaim your freedom to love, reclaim your freedom to live and then the life is no longer a problem. Yes, it is a mystery. But, the sweetness of living is inside the mystery. You know. Therefore, love and live for others. Love is an ecstasy. Love is a benediction.

---- Pranjal

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DEAR PEOPLE OF AERICA...
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This is Rajesh Shtestha from the Himalayan country Nepal " The Land of Everest and The Land of Buddha. Through the 'Letters to America', I pray to the almighty god, from the inner core of my soul, to snap the series of misfortunes….. and make the people understand the global fraternity, peace and symbiosis.

I don't know why? But most of the people hate Muslims. And, to be frank I don't like the activities of American government either. I am afraid 'THE POWERFUL LUNATICS' may turn the world into desert dusk... I assume, all these conflicts are for nothing but the power, name and fame, which I abhor greatly. THE HOLY WARS- Inhumane!! Useless Competition!! Futile Fight!!

I wonder why the Israel and Palestine conflict does not end up to now? It is more than 32 years. Is Jesus staring at the bloodshed in his own bed? Had the America been keen interested to replace peace and order, the situation won't be critical like this. It seems America loves playing game and enjoys in other people's trauma and tearful tragedy. I agree, Muslims are fools- the human form of devils but the American government is more foolish for not manipulating the devils properly. America is in the climax of development physically but I think, the lesson of humanity and the pages spiritual lesson has not even touched. Why does not America let the nightingale sing a beautiful song freely in the forest silence? Why is America serious in the matter whether the neighbor friend went to bed with his wife or not? Why to disturb in the private business?

About a month ago, I happened to watch an interview of the American ambassador to Nepal. He said " the Nepalese Maoist has been kept in the observation period, if they cross the barrier they would be listed in a terrorist". But, how he dared to say like this? As he is here for many years and as an ambassador he must know the exact political movements and other things of the country. He should realize, in fact, the Nepalese Maoist are but the by-products of misgovernance, corruption, nepotism, unemployment, poverty etc. He should agree that they are also a political power like other political parties. But, without understanding the fact, he has promised to the present Nepalese so- called puppet government to assist military force if needed. May I ask him- why to enter in the country's internal affair? On the answer to another question he said the American military force have come to Nepal just for the training purpose. May I ask him- why to bring the American force in western Nepal just for the training purpose? Does the America not have any suitable training spots in her own homeland? It seems, with convincing pretensions, America wants to enter in Nepal and make this land a political- platform in order to watch India and China' movements. I can imagine in the very near future America may go against China by using the refugee Tibetans as a weapon just like the formula used in Iraq. That is why America provides lot of Aid to the Tibetans and to the Nepalese government in the name of human aid. It is somewhat like baiting a fish. This sort of America's filthy activities are condemned by the greater number of Nepalese people. We don't like America trespassing to other countries at all.
I don't mean that all the American activities are bad. Everything has got its pros and corns. There are many things that the America has offered to the world and we must appreciate it. For instance, the scientific discovery, Some-what practicing democracy, human aid in the suffering countries, and building bridges of cordial relationship across… But, the imperialism policy and the over smartness of American government is disgusting. America must build up the feelings of 'Live and Let Live' not to snatch a hungry beggar's food. Globalization ! If America does not ponder upon her weakness, then not only Sep 11 but another sept. 22 sept. 33 will occur again and again in order to awake America from the slumber sleep. If America does not rectify own weaknesses and show a trace of benevolence to the world, no doubt, America will lose its existence sooner or later like a puff of smoke disappearing in the sky. It is my prediction.
I can hear the wailing women of America - I can hear the mourning men of America. Even in my country, in the birthplace of lord Buddha, the Nepalese with smiling faces are suffering from wormlike grieves gnawing at their existence. Stream of blood rushes in the birthplace of Lord Buddha. Rhododendron is withered and ever smiling Everest is depressed these days. Smokey gunpowder smells in the pages of morning newspaper too. Isn't this a paradox? I feel shame to say this but it is the fact of the mourning situation of Nepal, which cannot be hidden. I have been seeking the answer of a civilized society continuously but hit my head against the wall.

It is said, "Nepal looks like a Silver Necklace from the Space". The nature is so charming so beautiful. Obviously, Himalayan kingdom Nepal, sand-witched between China and India, is the land of eternal fascination. It is a treasury island. It is often known an as the natural museum in the world. But, despite of the natural richness our country deserted like Ethiopia? A day's numeration can hardly buy 2 liter of petrol whether 630 liter of petrol can be bought in America. Why are the commodities so expensive? Not only in Nepal, there are many countries that are deprived from acute care and warmth of the leaders. Why is this happened?

It is because of the irresponsible blinds seated in the spinning chair. What is the solution then? That is an ideal governance and the civic education. Until and unless the tender beam of education touches the conscience of the human race, the chaotic situation remains same all over the world.

But on the other hand, to my optimistic feeling, everything goes smoothly in course of time. The Hindu theology says- this is the KALI ERA where it is very difficult to find a MAN. In this era, the grim claw of sins and miseries snatches to the entire human race. And The Lord will come down to our world in order to replace peace and order. Hence, we can do nothing but to wait for that day. It is the time that has brought all the problems and it is the time that will solve all the problems. I believe that WHAT HAPPENS- HAPPENS; HAPPENS FOR GOOD ONLY. It is the demand of time. It will be all right after the time comes. We don't have to worry a lot because our worries are useless. Our life is to live. Live a life whatsoever it is: do not curse it and call it with hard name. The tenure between cradle to pyre is painful and the distance between castle to cottage is painful. You don't have- you suffer; you have - you suffer but comfortably. Because man is destined to suffer.

Therefore, it will be wise to follow the 'Buddhist's Middle Path'. Live simple and die a simple death too. Decrease your cravings as possible as you can.

The real meaning of life lies on wandering flower to flower and producing sweet honey. The real meaning of life lies on understanding "Hands that serve are holier than the lips that pray" which I call it with a phrase "THE ART OF LIVING".

"MAY PEACE PREVAIL ON EARTH"
Amen !

-----RAJESH SHRESTHA "PRANJAL"
5th June, 2003

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DISCOURSE ON THE REAL EDUCATION
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This appeal is a fire caged in words, a cloud of light pinned to the printed page, a revolution of beauty which will startle even those who have heard such words before. Moreover, this is a whispering to your heart just to discover the lost secrets of wisdom. It is a tremor that will shake your heart awake with tears and sighs. It is a loving invitation. And, it is a beckoning to come and drink from a river that runs broad and true; fresh and free.

Our beautiful world is gradually turning to a hell. I am fed up with powerful lunatics, educated fools and so-called scholars of this sorrowful world. This is an unprincipled world of impish lords where the placidity has been snatched and humanity raped. Innocent people are compelled to live a restless life in this chaotic environment. It is intolerable that people prefer venom to ambrosia. And, me too, in short, the loss of innocence and the dark heart of humanity disappoint greatly. Therefore, to prevent this beautiful world turning to hell, in order to add essence to truth, originality, peace and placidity- I have chosen "the real education" as a means of powerful weapon. It may be difficult to change the people's corrupt mind, just like trying to give a shape to a shapeless thing but we can still go through the very base, create a peaceful environment and educate children with fundamental teachings of truth & beauty, humanity & humbleness, peace & symbiosis. And, I call it with a phrase 'The Art of Living."

--- Pranjal