LITERATURE
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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
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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 |
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"
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
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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 misfortunesc.. 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 acrossc 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