Fowl Ranch

People, they are selfish,

We are being cooked,

And served in their dish,

If we try to raise our voice,

Then we are being shooed.

We don’t have rights to protest,

We don’t have words to express,

Our thoughts and sentiments are just a jest,

We are the prisoners under suppress.

Every day one among us has to die,

No one is there to ask for the last wish,

Except giving them all a last good bye.

Friends die torturous cruel death,

In front of the eyes is really hard to see.

Instead give us the poison and

Have some deep sleep.

After that you people are allowed,

To cut us, slice up into pieces,

Or burn us in hot ashes.


Diary Gone Missing

I lost my past memories,
All those were washed away,
Tried to Search viz. everywhere,
But couldn’t find a single way.
Gone through corners and corridors,
Digged from the attic to the floor,
Wrecked the piles of books from the shelf,
Am I insane, where could it be? huff!
It was my best friend,
Scribbled joys and sorrows,
Anxieties and pains,
But all those feelings were rend,
A light of hope is still there,
whether I’d find it till morrow.
Waiting for its return,
Dying to read each word,
Plenty of times,
From beginning to the end.

Time waits for none

As a human I took birth in this world,

I crept and wept as a child.

Sooner I grew up, a youth waxed inside me,

Everything in me was bold and strong.

I made my dream a destiny,

But wasn’t clear from where do I start from.

I tried to run with this changing surrounding,

My life moves on with many ups and downs.

As the seashore changes its shapes with waves,

I am changing myself to sustain and survive.

I was single, found a bride and ready to get mingle,

Life was something different than usual.

But a new world doesn’t lasts for a couple of years,

Unlimited desires with limited source of income.

A lot more frustration with increase in depression,

Hair gone grey in front of the same old mirror.

Life full of compromises and sacrifices,

But couldn’t reach my destination.

My destiny has become a nightmare.

I daily grew older and time flew sooner.

This is the curse for being a human,

Having a journey from cradle to coffin.

I would have defeated KORONOS,

If stopping a clock tick will stop the time,

But couldn’t do so.

Waiting for you

Yea I knew that we are far in distance,

I knew that we both are missing each other.

Even though my heart cries a lot for you dear

But also I’m ready to wait for u.

Just waiting for your way to back with a smile of hope.

Yea to get you forever I’m sacrificing these few days,

And wanted to have you of all our ages.

So wherever you are I’m just waiting for you, over here,

Right here on the same place where our feelings, shared.

Please come back, soon.

Honesty is the best policy

There is a quote in English “Honesty is the best policy”, which means well behaving and thinking wise to all. This quote was of very long time. These days modern people have changed this quote into “Honesty is still the best policy”. People dream of becoming famous, successful and powerful in their lives. The main formulae of being supreme is only honesty. Dishonest people can also be successful and powerful but can’t remain in the same place and status forever. The life of dishonest people is just like as a match stick, means less pleasant and long-lasting pain. But honesty worth less pain and long-lasting pleasure in life. Dishonest people heads towards fall and honest people always rises up.

People trying to live at present and do not care about the upcoming future and take the sudden decision will lead them to incomplete and unsuccessful in their lives. In this world only one percent are the most supreme than others. One can reach the level of superior as those people who have reached at the top of the world. For that one must digest any kind of pain and sorrows that falls upon them. Without preparing to face any kind of problem and seeking for pleasure will lead to darkness. Billions of  people might have the same question When we would be able to live, free from all those worries and tensions? They take their problem as an impossible case. But one does not dare to think that as soon as a problem arises, the key to solve the problem is within itself. They never try to seek the causes of their pain. For those who see their problems as an opportunity, they can enjoy any kinds of obstacles and they are always ready to fight till they win the battle.

To elaborate the quote  lets discuss about an American citizen, John Zen De Laurie, who was born in 1925, Detroy.  This city was famous for its huge manufacturing industries of Motor cars. This city was also known as Motor Car Town. It’s natural people from that city to read the mechanical engineer, so did john. He graduated his study and had become a professional mechanical engineer. Then he thought of establishing his own car factory. He got success within 1980. He maximizes his profit with his devotion, hard work and dedication to his work. He sold all his shares in the market. He became popular all over the country. One day The British Government appeal him to work for their country. The government also provided him billions of capital with lots of facilities. He went to Northern Ireland and started to work for the British Government. But his mind started think selfish so instead of investing the huge amount of capital for British Government, he invested all the amount in his own native land. Rather than establishing the factory for British Government, he thought of establishing in his own country. He bought a land and started to import materials required for the factory. The British Government came to know about his betrayal. They requested American Government to seal all his factories. As he was found guilt and they did so. John was helpless, the banks were not eager to offer him loan nor he had another way to get rid out of this problem. Somehow he managed the amount to pay British Government and again proposed them to work with him. The British Government also thought of giving him a chance and accepted the proposal. But the very next day he got caught and sentenced in prison. The reason John behind prison was he managed the amount by selling cocaine. Thus, he committed the crime and sentenced in prison. He never rises up again.

If he had used his knowledge and skill at a correct place then he would have deserved a huge success in his life. He became mean and selfish. He couldn’t even compete with his opponent Henry, who was also one of the leading milestone of car factory. One should always keep in mind that robbing a horse is also a crime and stealing vegetables without permission is also a crime. Crime does not say big or small. So investing Government’s money illegally was a crime and to hide that crime he committed another crime of selling cocaine. One of a Nepali Ambassador to America, once was found stealing a book and fired him from Embassy forever. That results him to face lots of shame and was not able to show his face to the world.

People do mistakes of hiding their previously done mistakes. They add the misery in their personal life with own misdeed. As to hide one mistake they keep on committing more mistakes which finally results them to sink down and not rise up. One who does so couldn’t give a smile to others, instead anxiety and pain are always surrounding to them. One couldn’t even speak properly. Their heads would be bowed down. As to escape from their problem, one will intoxicate himself with alcohol, burn own with cigarette and play cards and finally lead to death. So when any kind of work done then one should always take the advantage without hampering others then only people will be successful in their life.

One day Lord Buddha was preaching to the local villagers. A thief ran to him and asked “My Lord, till now I’ve robbed hundreds of houses but no one knows that I’m a thief, so is my deed a crime?”. Lord Buddha suddenly replied “Then do you know that you are a thief?, Have you asked this question to yourself first? If you know that you are a thief then you always have to continue your life with dissatisfaction and irritation with own life and this will track you down until you won’t realize you are doing wrong”. So to live a happy and peaceful life, be honest to own and others as well. One will not need any alcohol, cigarette and cards to live their life. If we are honest to all then our life is as of that lion, who never learns to bow down instead he walks with pride.

Lucky, A pet dog

Hi! everybody this is me lucky, a small pup. I was born in the season of spring. I have a big family of ten members including me. We were all hybridized offsprings, my mother is an Alsatian and my father is a Grey-hound.   Most of the time I enjoy playing with my brothers and sisters. We are living in our Mom’s master house. He has taken a good care of my Mom. It was hard for him to look after all of us. So he decided to sell us in the market. I’m so much worried and I can’t eat nor sleep coz I don’t want to leave my Mom in any cost. One day it was raining heavily, a stranger with huge body came to visit our master and talked for a while. He took the stranger to us and showed my brothers and sisters randomly. I was thinking he might be the customer who is willing to buy. In no time my master grabs me in his hand and showed to that stranger. The stranger see me very carefully and finally says yes to deal. I’m sold at a reasonable price. I was kept inside a box and tied the box in the stranger’s bike. I was alone away from my loving and caring mother and of course my brothers and sisters. I’m just a month, I need lots of milk to drink but I couldn’t. 

It was raining heavily. The light and the thunder makes the weather so horrible. I was shaking  and freezing. When the bike reach to its destination I feel some comfort with the irregular movement of the bike. The man took me out of the box. As I saw a big white house in front of me, then I thought this is the place where I have to spend the rest of my life. Altogether there were four members in the family, a tall guy, other two were female and the stranger himself. They gave me milk for the first time in that house. Thinking it as my mother’s milk I drank it all but I wasn’t aware of the fact that is of cow. But it taste like my own mother’s. After drinking I feel comfort, energetic and began to inspect the surrounding. I have made these humans my guardians and try to imitate their behavior. I tried to stand on two legs but its hard. They usually fetch me thrice a day with random members. They also had made me a home of wooden box where I could sleep properly. As I’m still young and couldn’t walk properly so they carry me with the box. I’m just an animal, I like to live wild. I don’t know the rules and regulation of humans’. So I did toilet wherever I would like to. I used to cry a lot at night because I’m afraid of darkness. The young guy used to play with me a lot. Though he is huge but his behavior is just like as of a kid. He loves me more and fetch me lot. He carries me on his hand and took me outside the home. I interact with him much, so I made him my good friend in comparison to other members. The old woman used to frighten me lot. She talks in such a loud voice that I can’t afford it. As she talks then I used to run away from her. She also used to kick my butt if I do toilet in their bed room. I’m unaware of the rules and regulation of the humans’ so I did whatever I like to. I don’t even understand their language. I was able to understand them by their expression. The language they speak is tough as Chinese and Japanese. In the same way they also didn’t understand my feelings.  Even though I want to speak but I can’t as they do. I enjoy the outside world instead of home. So I try to convince them a lot to take me outside. But they thought me to hungry and cover my saucer with food. In this way my life moves on.

Now, I think I’m little bit matured & grown up so my mind wants to explore new things. Lots of questions are emerging in my mind about the outside environment. So I did escape away from the home and run anywhere I like. I smelt the fresh plants, grass and the cool air too. This is what I want, freedom. I gets intoxicated with the smell of meat and egg. I can’t control myself & ask for more. But they didn’t understand me very well and fetches me with vegetables. Generally my master used to play with me lot. He used to wear leather gloves and let me bite his fingers. One day he took me to a new place far away from home. I saw greenery and open fields. It was a new experience for me. I run fast searching for new smells. I couldn’t run fast so I sat under a shade. My master carried me in his hand till I wasn’t fully recovered. He loves me so much. As I run away from home, he used to run after me. If he doesn’t find me, he usually gets upset. But I began to love the home so wherever I go, I soon return home unannounced. I bite my master’s toe while we were playing. All of sudden blood rolls out from the part I bite. He shouts and frightens me in such a way that I’ve never seen him being so rude to me. I was hurt so I didn’t eat nor drink well. The next day he came in front of me. I thought he’s going to repeat the same behavior but I guess wrong. He wanted to play with me. As soon as I saw his smiling face then I thought that he forgave my mistake and again began to play with him as usual.

My master bought a new belt for me. I don’t know what’s the purpose of that belt. My master tie my neck with that belt. It makes me uncomfortable and I feel like the slave. My freedom is gone. I have to move under my master’s guidance. It was like he’s controlling me with a remote control. I’m just a robot controlled by remote. Whenever my master gives command then I’ve to do it so. I’m tied up even inside the home. May be they wanted to make me little more civilized than other street dogs. I enjoy chewing and tearing down the clothes, bonds and other hard things. I might sound like I’m a destructive animal but I’m not. The reason behind doing such an unusual behavior is that my tooth are growing faster. My tooth itches me lot as to get relief I’ve to do so. I and my master used to play chasing game. I chase my master and he runs. I feel like I’m the hunter and my master is the pray. I enjoy this kind of game a lot. My master is very much easy so as he comes to me I immediately invites him to join the game again. Even though I think myself caged and trapped but they never made me to feel so. Instead they always treat me as their own family member. My life shall be different if I was not sold. I might live the life as of other street dogs. I might have lots of friends from street and might sleep with them. I might have to search for food in the heap of garbage. I might suffer from viral diseases. Fortunately, I am having a healthy life. Hey! I also have a name as human does. Others might have only one name but I got three. The young mistress gave me a name, “DAY-G”,  my young master calls me “LUCKY” and the elder master calls me “FUCHHAI” a typical Nepali name of boys.  I feel lucky in comparison to my street friends.

Finally, I’m matured enough. I feel as I have the tremendous power. I am strong enough to protect the house. I dislike strangers and other dogs who doesn’t belongs to my territory. I wish to grab them and tear into pieces. I feel myself the security guard of the entire home.  If any one throws an evil eye on my master’s home then I lose my temper. Beware strangers, don’t ever dare to think roam around the house. My Master is calling me now, I got to go and its my dinner time. I’m starving and wanted to have some deep sleep in my cozy bed. If any interesting things happens then I’ll share with you ok. Till then good night, sweet dreams and stay safe…

Those sweet memories

Memories, I used to recall it every moment,

The moment I met her first,

The moment we shared our heart.

Those all are still preserved inside my mind.

The way she talks, the way she moves and her style,

Still haunts me when I’m alone, totally alone.

Whenever I see those places where we used to be,

Still forces me to recall those bygone days with her.

And wish to have the same moment again & again,

Ah! look those parks, those busy roads &

Those green forest where we used to visit.

Soaking down in the in torrent rain &

Sharing our intoxicating love, gently.

I just feel her presence everywhere I go,

I feel her in my soul and in my every vein.

She lives in my mind, my heart and soul.

She made me to feel this world and the nature too.

Every night she visits in my dreams &

Takes me to her own world of passion.

But now there’s a twist,

Nothing is in my hand,

Neither her nor her love.

Ha! everything is gone, nothing’s left,

Except those sweet memories.

Which I used to recall, still recalling and

will be for always, till my breath doesn’t give up breathing.

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