Wishes Of My Heart

Why it is easy to fall in love,

But hard to get love back?

Why such I feel so sad,

When you don’t even feel the way,

How I feel for you.

And why there is always a you in me,

But never me in you?

No words, I can ever write to say

How much I miss you…

No expressions and feelings I can ever eloquent to you

How much you mean to me,

And how much I love you…

With the passages of time,

The loneness grows how much I miss you, 

And how much I love you,

Nobody knows.

I wish you were here with me,

I wish I was there with you.

But most of all

I wish I didn’t have to wish for you,

‘Cause my heart always wishes the two souls together….

If I could give you one thing in life,

I could have give you all my love,

And the ability to see yourself through my eyes,

Then, only you would realize,

How much you mean to me….

 Never cry for our relation in life,

‘Cause for the one you cry does not deserve your tears

And who deserve will never let to cry….

 I just want to say you,

I am happy and satisfaction

With what I have, and with I don’t have,

‘Cause in my life I got what other ever had desire than more

But pain is the only thing,

That tells me I am still alive….

The End!!!!

Prem

I Walked Beyond Oblivious

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I wander beneath the willow,

 All my mind and thought are nonplussed,

In the aura of whisper, I can hear ground below,

You are nonentity; worthless, fruitless and lifeless animated.

Unachievable quest adventure of my life,

In search of goal eyes are overwhelmed with tears,

That has obstructed all my lively rays of light,

Gave me life of dreary, and made me elusive color of my tier.

On the fortnight of being beneath the willow,

There fallen a leaf above me on the palm of my right,

  There written verses of my life to be follow,

Toward the east horizon, and the life of mine have to write.

I walk toward the horizon of the East,

Trusting my inner light to guide me through,

And without a cease,

Each day end up with discontent, and have to throw.

On the way to East, I encountered lots of impediments, and challenges,

But my heart never sleeps for it rather it was perseverance,

And that made all my life full of differences in old ages,

And I started writing my life with a sentence.

The End!

-Prem B. Limboo

The Man At The Porch

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I saw him at the porch long ago,

He was in his early twenties,

Sitting in the couch, crossing his legs one above another,

Folding his hands to warm himself,

Eyes full tears, and face full of sadness.

Whenever I walked by his house,

I can saw him at the same place where he was before,

Everyday same thing and person,

His eyes were not even blinking,

Always staring at a particular direction,

And all the time his eyes were full of tears,

Not even dare to wipe his tears.

I used to think what was wrong with him?

Because he looks very energetic and delicacy,

But his life was full of melancholic and tedious,

Always enveloped with profuse darkness,

And surrounded with an aura of enigmatic, everywhere,

No happiness, no contentment,

Always his life enveloped with dispirit and disconsolate.

I was fifteen years, when I last saw him at the porch,

And now, I am fifty five years old.

Yet, still he is there at the porch at the same place, and couch,

Nothing has changed, always doing as usual,

But the age and appearance have been with far-away on the horizon.

Face is full of wrinkles, and sunken eyes,

And looks very grief-wrecked man,

Black, well arranged bun of hairs,

Turned into gray, and looks like not been buns for a decade,

Left him with loose folds of skin all over the body,

Face with wrinkled and gaunt features of man decades his senior.

He is a man of his own desire,

Making desires out of dreams,

And who has faith in love and has been loved,

But the heart gave just a leap,

And he lost all the meaning of his life.

In his early twenties, he was leading his journey of life,

And passed his childhood and teenager,

Entered in his adolescent and to the atmosphere of the college.

He was fully blossom bud into flower with the nectar and the petal,

He entered into his life episode of the romance,

There he encountered with his queen,

And without fearing, he gave everything to his love:

His life, his heart, his love and his soul,

But in return he received the corpse of living.

Days turn into night of darkness,

Dark days are upon him,

He has lost the ability to intellectual,

Secluded his life, and leading the life of lonesome,

His heart has incision deeply with the poison words of his love,

All his parents and friends have with out of affections,

No family, no love, no acquaintances,

Always! Alone in the couch, couch is the only companion.

But in the heart and spirit of this old soul,

A young ebullient boy still dwells,

With the unfulfilled desire,

The unachieved quest,

And the unquenched thirst of love,

It is the bequest of love to him to lead agony life.

Of no mind, of no intellectual,

Always melancholy and wistful art of living,

And waiting his last breathes to exhale.

The End!

-Prem B. Limbu

In the darkness...

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  In the world of darkness,

All the hopes are despairs,

Left defeated, and feel emptiness,

The aspirations are in the air.

In the futile of happiness to pursuit,

Groping in the dark,

All the moments of joys elute,

In the darkness life of art.

All the happiness eludes,

Never amiable face in morning,

Everywhere suffering pervades,

Always creep life with the art of mourning.

The End!!!

-Prem

Unrequited Love

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I have given my life to you,
Not caring and looking what will be the consequences,
But you never try to cradle my love,
Letting apart to dispersed, then to flap in the air of cold,
And dies all the fragrance of my heart.

I was not perfect to you,
But on my own ability of my fullest heart,
I was perfect to eloquent my feelings,
And to love you.

I have heart as of yours,
Which has many fragrances to grow?
Mind to think,
And emotions to show and express,
But you never try to get yourself into my shoes,
All my love to you was indistinct,
To chiseled through your nerves to the heart.
How detract my words were,
And the feelings were.

What do you think of my life is?
Is I am in the state of utopia?
Or is I am living in hell?
Nobody knows exactly what my life is.
In fact, all in my life...
I was left with profuse tears and pains,
And ignorance, and hatred,
But I am happy and having cheerful art of living,
Because I got chance to embrace my mystery,
And to shine before the profuse cloud of darkness.

With heart like mine that end ups turning into the lamp,
That dissipates all the darkness,
And envelop the body of humanity.

The pain is the constant thing stabling my heart,
And it always creep me.
But I never feel the pain,
Rather I had create self awareness,
Embracing any competition and enthusiasm heart,
Strengthening my heart power,
Making wishes of all my dreams,
And generating all positive projection to be in the euphoric state,
Of bliss, of wellbeing,
And whereby letting you fly,
Go away from my heart,
And erase all my pain.
To live the art of life to the best of my own ability in the now.

The End!

-Prem B. Limbu 

(5th November, 2011)

Reason

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Reflecting to those days of togetherness,

I remember the warmth of your love,

Feel of your hands holding mine, 

Cradling me in the warmth of your arms,

I remember first time your heart beat says

I Love You.

And in back I am replying your words.

I remember the compromise we had,

And the wishes we made all of dreams,

To live under one umbrella

 Forever,

I remember how truthful you were,

And so faithful to me,

You never hurt,

You never cheated to me,

You are the one, who gave rays to my life,

At the time of desolation, 

Of those days when I had not a friend,

All alone, myself.

Now we apart each other,

And again I land up alone,

Why did you do this to me?

Did I commit something wrong?

Which hurt you that badly?

Else, why did you leave me behind all alone?

I am thankful to you,

For your prior elitism reasons, 

To make me desolated again, thank you!

And moments of my life with you,

Thank you!

The End!

-Prem B. Limbu

Love Flaps In The Air

In the full moon of the night,

You are the young love of my heart.

With the full of love and admiration,

In my inner heart, I feel your vibration.

Which make me fall in love with you,

Till I die.

In the Milky Way of the stars,

I can see the star of my life.

Star! Show me the path where to lead.

With you, I can lead my life.

And with your rays, I can brighten my life.

Please! Come, I am dying without you.

You are gift of god.

Please! Come

I can’t measure my love on you,

But I can try my best to eloquent my love on you.

That I love you, with richer of my best,

And more than what you have desired.

All the scars and wounds in my heart,

Have turned into light and stars,

All the objects of nightmare,

Are the fragrances of remembrance.

Love has become living,

No words to express my love,

No limits and no boundary in my love.

Please! Come and hold my hand,

I may change with the seasons,

I may fly with wind.

Like wave rippled in the ocean.

Please! Come by my side,

And be with me,

Always!

My love, only you!

The End!

-Prem B. Limbu
 

An Incomplete story of my Heart...

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In the agony of my life,

When everyone have left me alone,

I feel I want to be engulfed into your arms,

To rest my heart and soul on your heart,

To listen the rhythm of your heart,

Not sensing the immediate environment.

The things of beauty,

The moments of joy,

The objects of excitement and satisfaction,

And the objects of dreams,

All are destined.

Praying you won’t deny my words

Which are all my inner Jewel and wishing of my heart.

I wish if I had a key of pure gold,

To unlocked doors of your heart

And get inside your heart to listen the song that sing.

That makes me feel,

You are the only one born for me,

And me for you.

At the time of morning dew,

Yet again I feel the want of your arm,

The song that your heart sing,

To the laughter of your silence….!!!

The End!!!

-Prem B.Limbu

At the Moment of Despiar

At the moments of despair,

When you are alone,

No one around,

Only night and you yourself...

It si not always love that you need,

But it is just a true and caring friend that really need....

-Prem B. Limbu

Life of Agony

In the life of agony,

Everybody looks for reasons to live:

Awakening the heart; Making dreams of desire;

Strengthening the will and determination;

And all the wealth of wishes.

But all seeds of happiness are eludes;

Everywhere, the seeds of suffering and sorrows are pervades.

How big the hopes and the dreams are;

The moments of joys, the things of beauty,

The objects of excitement and satisfaction,

All are destined.

But all are faded away, scattering everywhere,

Leaving only the illusions in one’s lives

That are the fragrance of remembrances,

Which makes lives more than painful.

No destiny, no hopes, and nothing at all,

Everywhere, lot of challenges, and obstacles,

No worth of living,

Have to die before death,

And have to live lives of living hell,

In the living earth.

 The End!

-Prem B. Limbu