This Hebrew word is a noun. It means ‘the deep emotional relationship between people, especially those separated by distance or death’. When I found this word, today, I was finally able to express my thoughts of how I see relationships in a word. Definitely, it made me really happy. I love learning. Anything. Tiny things.Continue reading MIZPAH
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The Lake
In the midst of bullets being fired, bloods being shed found myself by the lake sitting on the rock setting sun warming my bare back. (I am daring, just like that!) Kathmandu August 13, 2015 Posted by Smita at 12:14 AM Labels: army, desires, love, Poems, soldiers, thoughts, war
by Sarah Kay
“PAWS” The third time your plane is delayed, your voice on the phone has melted to a whimper. I don’t know when we’ll take off, you say. I’m going back to the desk to ask. All day, you have been sending me text messages of puppy love. I can’t wait to kiss you. I missContinue reading by Sarah Kay
by Alice Walker
It is true– I’ve always loved the daring ones Like the black young man Who tried to crash All barriers at once, wanted to swim At a white beach (in Alabama) Nude. Kathmandu, July 28, 2015 Posted by Smita at 7:40 PM , Labels: others’ love
for my friend
Asmi, You have taught me right. taught me well. Life is more, than living. That happiness, is in giving. That knowledge, is in sharing. My friend, You have taught me well. You have taught me right. Kathmandu, January 27, 2015 Posted by Smita at 11:25 AM 2 comments: Links to this post Labels: Day-by-Day, Heart-Beat,Continue reading for my friend
BE A MAN!!!
…I ask him, “How difficult is it to be a Man?” in this society, in this time. he looks surprised, unprepared. I tell him, “No, really?” I am serious. I wanna know. is it difficult for you ? to fit in the box as it is for me… Kathmandu January 22, 2015 Posted by SmitaContinue reading BE A MAN!!!
To the soldier
In a far-far land of sand and sun amidst the fired bullets and falling bombs; you tremble. Not of fear But the cold That runs through your spine turning once warm eyes into icy cold. And it can’t hold. the humanity: that writhes in you breathes it’s last. you drift to abyss. embracing death andContinue reading To the soldier
Where I belong?
One fine afternoon, over the tea sips, my friend Sunib declared us as a ‘victimized generation’. “We fit nowhere,” he sighed. I couldn’t have agreed more. Born in an isolated village called Rukum, brought up in Kathmandu – the capital city of Nepal; If not me who could have understood the feelings of ‘not belonging’?Continue reading Where I belong?
not a home
always, always there was something wrong. something out of place something unfitting something unnatural. the hugs were too tight the kisses were not right the smiles never reached the eyes and I was left. always. always to wonder why? why? then, one day, after a very long time I checked my scars, my bruises myContinue reading not a home
In the Memory of You
~~~ ~~~ ~~~ Let me stay in denial For a little longer Let me not say goodbye Yet. Let me hope To hear you say ‘K chha moti?’ On the other side of the phone. Let me hope. a little longer!!! ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ The saddest part of the happier dream is that when youContinue reading In the Memory of You