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But a poor man- what need had he for poetry or for painting or for music not fit for singing or dancing? Such things did not help him bring in a crop or keep a scrap of cloth on his children's backs.

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I, for example, wanted to travel all over the world. Well, it seems that I was not fated to have my wish. I shall only see an insignificant little corner of the globe.

The Master and Margarita / p.g 173

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HER LOVE

I love her. How she kiss me like she embrace me there and kiss me with what seemed hunger. It was more deep hunger than of ethiopians. She stood up, with all her force, she stood on her toes to kiss me. There she felt my heart first before i could even dive into her eyes. That's why she loves me more than i do or perhaps more than i could ever do.

He touches and hold her butt like a baker holds the bun. Gently and with care. Not so because it could break but because he like loves the way it fits perfectly in his hands and how it make him feel. He goes even further caressing it with his lips. He know it is for him. He loves them. She loves his hands over her warm body. She know, that she was longing those hands too.

Ages have gone, and somebody has stepped in her temple. She let him in. In but more than she could have ever thought of. He touched her holy place and bow to make all the sacrifices needed to keep her warm. She has him all too.

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a rap too.

May 14, 2019 / 10:47 am

sunchas taw.......yo

welcome to the world of fuckery........

shade-red abortion and poverty........

sickness everywhere bitch this is thuggery........

by the politics, we thought they gonna speak our mind.......

we gonna live life right bitch ......but people we are dyeing with empty intestines

hahaha I know that chit chat and clickbait how they..

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FROM WITHIN..

ya we fighting for basic needs

forgetting whats right

going wrong direction

doing wrong deeds busy mind and busy life

suffocate us till our vein

spoor are poorer,

rich are richer as day goes by

we need meditation not medication

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NEPALI BUS..

Wanna know how it feels to ride on a typical Night bus. Well, buckle up then. You have come to write the right article 😸. Let's give it a small context. Say, you're bus is going to Kathmandu from Dhangadhi, 14 hours of journey approx. You go in the Bua stop and find your bus stop. Find your bus. Go and check your row first A or B then the seat number. Maybe ask a co-driver. You found out you in a B row 9 number. 10 is a window seat. "shit" you say by heart. You take a seat hopping to get a girl by your next. But come a young dude twitching his head and hand. "Shit," you say by heart. he then takes his place. He slides in between me and the front seat easily, i just have to lean back. He sits and puts his earphones on and makes his head back. After an hour or so time flies you call your parents and friends and check on Facebook. battery level 80%. Co-driver comes to check everyone's seat and place. He asks me if I have a ticket. I say "I'm with you (blinks and smiles with a mask on)". He then says to the guy next to me that his place is in the cabin and that was another guy's seat. As i looked, it was another not-so-neat-looking guy (i mean he had dirty clothes on). The young guy got up without asking any questions. Just as before he got out between me and the front seat, i just had to lean back. I get up to give space to the next man who was about to sit next to me. He just tries to squeeze in between! He got Stuck i said "Let me get out first". He went in his seat. Firmly, Takes his place. "Shit," I say by heart. For the next two hours, it went as fast as checking messages and Facebook. Then i put fone on a Battery saving mode and tried to overthink..........

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SCRIPT 1

It was cold November, as soon as he woke up his mother who was on her 30s told him that his was coming. 'Hurry up Bhuwan, he may already have arrived in city. Go and pick him up' mother told the boy. Bhuwan is 11 years old. He woke up scratching his eyes and belly. There was fog that morning. He picked up the old by cycle that his father had left. He sprinted his bicycle towards the city road. His hand were freezing in that cold but the sense that he is seeing his father after two years, imagining gifts his father had bought for his made his heart warm as he sprinted more. 'Can't you see your eyes' the motorcycle guy shouted at him. ' I'm so sorry Dai' the boy said. He had crashed his cycle with the motorbike. First tyre of his bicycle went flat due to crash. He searched the market and couldn't found him. People were still staring at him. He thought for a second 'Maybe father is already home by Auto'. He paddled his cycle towards home. 'Dhog gare dady' bhuwan said. 'Bhaggemaani bhayes' his father blessed him. The house was filled with happiness and joy. His little sister about 6 years old asked on excitement 'Malai k lyaaidinu bhayo dady'. 'Chhori lai luga chha' father said as he handled his luggase to Bhuwan. 'Haat dhunu dady ma khaana paskhinxu' mother said. Bhuwan and his sister were searching there gits on each of the luggage. 'Yo ta malai thulo hunxa ni kaabaata leraw aaunu bhayo' bhuwan said to his father.

'Kathmandu ko dai ko chhora ko ho talai hunxa ki bhaneraw lyaaideko' his father told him. Bhuwan was happy that beacause he was wearing Denim jacket for the first time.  He had also a old calculator with alphabets on them. He had never seen those on his entire life. He was amazed and happy. He used to bring the calculator to show it to his friends. He had made more friends in his school more than he could before all because  of the calculator. He liked the coconut oil and Dates his father brought from Bangalore.

Bhuwan study in class 3. He ...enjoy playing marble, post card with pictures of wrestler

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RELATIVES

Why do we have to be at a distance?

We can choose a connection?

Why such hatred

Looks like non fiction

But is reality

I'm choking as i say these things

Isn't it so irrational

That

A wealthy gets wealth

Broke gets hate

Filthy,

Is thy what are called

As i write these lyrical synonyms

Of what i have felt and heard

Call me a Charles and give me those drugs

I cant keep my voices under my own thoughts

Well may be  I'm paranoid or all those bullshit name

Keep repeating itself,

Been there and done that myaan

Those dark allies is not what i want

But as the doc said it will make resentful and vengeance

Look i dont wanna be a someone whom i already know

Been there and had

They wont answer me i hope i could found

Chilling in the low B, slipin some xanyax

Purple pills, rufees, singin FEE fee

With some cans in the hand

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RESTLESS

Such a misery we live in

nobody's firm here everybodys trembling

many of them fake here

my buddy working day n night

so the people could get a cake there

I know my words are weak

I'm trying to tweak them a little bit but I

am learning from my experience n I

keeping my heads high but my

heart weaks sometimes but

thats doesn't mean i cant do

im saying everything so i could rhyme too

that shit

on a cheap beat

but people coming to with that hard

heart of steel

I know them they are douche-tubers

but legend's are fewer

but i'm trying to get up

and make my way there

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illegal expat

Well, taking photos got me into many troubles but this one just got me punched.

Ha, at least got the photos. These are illegal expats living in UAE. They are nameless and do not have a face upfront they do some work hiding from the police to earn money

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What is attachment?

What is it to be in love?

Or to out break from it ?

Why a heartache?

Why such despiration of others action ?

What is he or gonna be doing there ?

Is he or she flirting others ?

why people cant now in the present context live

Together forever

Why do they fucking have to cheat?

Why???

Why does it matter?

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FIRST SIGHT

everybody's fake now

humanity's at stake now

couple of rounds are not enough

gotta burn the whole stage down

I was so stud and so stupid

every girl I see pop up cupid

done tasting love thing

obliterating my heart beat

she sure fucked me up

but I wasn't ready tho, to be honest

It was mistakes of us both

but hell sure she started it first 

nice guy, nice grade, nice clothes

picture her my queen was my mistake

but how can i see image future

she couldn't control herself to be fucked by others

I was hurt, so damn hurt

cry over 22 years shoulder

let the truth be told ya

I still think it your god damn fault

already pictured us on this journey

but u burn it, ya damn right

u burn it all plans and projects

ur heart  loved me but still reject

I still can't forget your first smile

first time I see u the time

the handshake, handcuffs ?

I know was broke

but what can a guy give to who hasn't

anything to give himself tho.

but u stayed I know.

your sacrifices, scar faces

both of us looking at the star traces

now when I think here still laying down

how come time flies over your head

should i regret ?

nah I'm fine just sometimes I miss

ya the  I write choking on my own thoughts

these writings.....

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BROKENN

 i was shaken or heartbroken at same time i realise with

my real eyes that world is cruel and people

Are so fucked up everywhere

Why do they

Why do they chase the wrong dreams

Why them repeat same mistake and

Later regret it

You should know that past is past

U cannot change homie move on it

Dont hold that hold on your dreams

And work em on it

Yeah as i started to write i was not about to say this things

I know its mean b

But as i go, same words flow

I soo, don't deserve this

But hey

A guys once told me not to criticize yourself too much

And thinking that

Blinking eyes that

I get up on it

This not me, just lost control

Haha its devil me

I'm on control on it

 i was just my thoughts but

Why do making kinda rhyme

With everything i type music

Take control over my nerves n vaains

How many puffs i take

Its not mine mistake

They left me no choice but to degrade

I know my words are cheap, working on it

Every day i try bro

But i cant escape its like chains in my vaains

Rootstock deep down like a cactus footing

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INTANGIBLE

We have to fight for basic need

Yet our dreams are so big

We feel weak,

But the show must go on

We must keep fighting for what is right

Yet we do know not about

Such a vague it is

The meaning of life yet

Here are we trying to define ourselves

They give us a name

A character to live by

But our pursuit is not that

It is much broader than ever before

We just to live in and grow by

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Don't Cry!

I hate when someone cries because of me I mean there are already many people I have made them cry. When a new person starts talking and they sort of get emotionally connected with me.

Just being a  day they tell you bad things in return you also say things which you weren't supposed to. And they cry fuck that feeling. I hated that moment and I hated myself that I had seen them cry. May or may not be the reason for them to be sad but I think I fucking hate tears.

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Will it cure a Broken heart!

Is this forever or just for a moment?

How long will this sorrow last ?

What would be the consequences ?

Will it cures the broken heart ?

Is it something that already written ?

Or

Can i change this one ?

Only questions i am left with

Whereas answers are apart.

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Third Class Family

I was born in an economically third-class family, much like third-world country, we have all the deficiencies that one can imagine of, problems of clean and safe drinking water, double thinking on the type of availability of food to eat, etc.  Even though there were four members in our family, problems like these that usually happen in large families might surprise you that it happened in small families too.

Anyway, God had another plan for me. I decided to take care of myself. By taking care of me meaning that he wanted to take care of my schooling. I don’t know what I thought of it at that time but as of right now, those were the days when I learned the best of the world and pragmatically (how the world works and how people deal with each other and how to answer a phone)

Even though I was born in a poor family, here, in my uncle’s home I get to live as one of the rich kid. (As this family was more of an economically first­-class family)

I was blessed with different lifestyles and choices. For example, I get to eat in a dining table, I get to watch different channels in Television like Cartoon Network ( I was studying in 6 classe at that time, so stop judging me :P)

National Geographic, TLC, Star Movies, HBO, Cinemax, and my favorite Discovery. They had their own Personal Computer and Broadband Internet too!! I was very much Shocked. I get to learn about the proper use of PC except for how to use Paint :P My uncle bought me a Video game after I held up the promise of getting Distinctions in the Exam. Many many more incidents are there which I reflect on and cherish now!

I am deviating from my topic now, Yeah as I was saying they were rich and I got to live as one of the rich kids as I live with them. And when I hear the news that some Nepali is dead in a jungle because of illegal immigration into the USA, I think, I understand them and their pain. Having difficulty to arrange healthy food for themselves and the children. Wanting to provide a roof that doesn’t leak during monsoon season. Having the plastered roof so that the Strong wind of March and April. Having some money so that they could have a means of Entertainment and some savings for the future. These all are the main reseasons why there is mass brain drain in the country and people are paying millions of rupees for illegal entrance to America.