Lost with Broken heart

As I lay down here staring out from the window
Old memories flowing through my mind
Holding back as a tear hits my pillow
Scared of thoughts I might find.
Telling myself I'll be stronger tomorrow
If my day would just come back until then
But instead it's constant sorrow
Now I have nothing for that was my sin.
As time should heal all things
It feels as if it's going so slow
Crying, careless what life brings
But I do not dare to let it show.
Now that is gone
Telling myself I'll be happier another day
Until then
Wondering what went wrong
Thinking why ; Why only me?
I rather just cry now and not hurt later
And ask myself why this happened to me
Telling myself it'll soon get better
I really hope
I believe.

-William Newrose

My Short Cut Life story

I remember a time when each day was long,
When the world was a playground and my life is a song,
And I fluttered through years with barely a care,
Ignoring the future and what waited there.

School was bored but searching day with delights.
I played away day-times and dreamed away nights.
My parents assured me I had nothing to fear,
And that no matter what happened, they’d always be there.

Little I knew of a world outside home,
Where i can fine the love and care could mine.
All I saw were blue skies, rainbows and stars.
I looked past destruction of heartfelt hates.

As a child, my biggest concern was just me;
I had to be happy, I had to be free.
And if I was content, I would not shed a tear,
And no matter what happened, I still would be here.

But as I grow up, darkness starts to set in;
My bright world has turned in to concrete and tin.
I now see the violence I looked past before;
My relation start to die and my heart hits the floor.

Time by time I was unknown about Sisters love
My Friends got 1 or 2 but i got none
If I got sis in this life i will never Irritate  her that was my thought
And 4 years before i got one sweet little bitty innocent girl she called me DADA
I lost in her love and care. And may be she do
And no matter what happened, She will be the same

Sister, deadly with desire in heartfelt I love
There are sorrows below me, hates  above.
I often think back to when life was a game.
But no matter what happens, it can’t be the same.

There are days when I just want to be with you,
To give up completely, to throw in the towel and you,
But I hold my head high and I push my way through.
I have too much to give and so much to do.

And I make a promises that, though it’ll be hard,
Now My love never irritates you,Coz I lost respect and love too
I’ll go on with a smile and play every game of life.
I’ll give all I can, help others and love.
No matter what happens, life will bloom again,
And the strength..that I got the name of wealth from above.
So, don't hold my hand, and don't respect me as before
If my love and care become fade, There is no reason to be care .
But I’ll remember to care, remember to feel,
And no matter what happens, I will try your heart will be heal.

-W.Newrose
@ 2069-5-9 1:16 am
e:  william.newrose@gmail.com
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I find the harder I work, the more luck I have. (My Designs)

 16 Jun, 2014 

Chhepu - A Symbol of Artistic Fascination

Newa: arts are complex but meaningful. They are also ageless. They have plenty of fascinating symbols and stories to offer to the genuinely serious students of arts. A very interesting example is that of Chepu. Looking very dreadful and demonic, this mythical creature is a very common sight specially on the tympanum tops of the Newari temple doorways. Though it may look odd it has a fasinating story attached to it.
Long ago, the Kathmandu Valley was only a huge lake inhabited by the countless number of aquatic animals. The majority of them were the nagas (serpents). So this valley was also known as Naga Daha, meaning the "Home of the Serpents'.

KTM Valley

One day Manjushree Bodhisattva (a Buddhist god from China) came to visit this valley. He liked the valley. He liked the valley so much that he wanted to make a beautiful town out of it . With this intention he immediately cut through the southern hill of the valley with one stroke of this his legendary sword (chandrahara) and drained off the water. This compelled all the inhabitants of the lake to leave, as they could not do anything against the  almighty Manjushree.
But a creature called Chhepu stayed put. When by his yogic power Manjushree sensed that there was someone still hidden somewhere under the remnant of the lake, he commanded the latter to leave the water instantly. Chhepu was terrified when he saw that he could not go against the power of Manjushree. So he said he would leave the lake if Manjushree would promise not to look at his horrible feature when he moved out of the lake. According to the promise, Manjushree closed his eyes and Chhepu prepared to come out of the water. As the fear-stricken creature pushed half of his ugly body above the surface, Manjushree could not help but open eyes stealthily, out of curiosity.

When Chhepu saw Manjushree open his eyes, he got so upset that he quickly dived back deep under the water to hide himself again. Manjushree, ashamed of breaking his promise, soon negotiated with Chhepu assuring him that he would never bother again to seen by anyone). He also promised that he would allow himto occupy a very significant place in the holy temples of Nepal (he was going to build up soon in the valley) and remain there half-hidden forever.

This story seems to explain a lot about our architectural tradition of showing only half of Chhepu's body above the tympanums of the temple doorways. Whether this mythical story contains any grain of truth or not matters the least. What counts in the cultural value it reflects and the artistic fascination it leaves for one and all to understand and appreciate.

Manjushree

Manjushree Sword

-Niraj Man Singh
william.newrose@gmail.com
07 Aug,2013
Kirtipur-3, Kathmandu Nepal

Motorcycle Diary- Palung Daman Simbhanjyang

It was Saturday but not a regular Saturday morning as I was up to an
unprecedented Bike trip. I say unprecedented because I have not drunk today coz’ I was driving my motor bike.
Camera-check. Food, water-check. Wallet-check, Zippo-check, Laptop-check, Rayban-check, Mobiles-Check. I was ready to go. It set off at 7, stopped by several ATM machines to withdraw some cash, but none were working, Kirtipur, Durbamarg, Newroad, Putalisadak, even Kalimati.I reached one hotel at Zero Kilometer at about 9 am and had my breakfast; puri, tarkari, and tea. I liked those tea cups the most. After reaching Naubise, it was all uphill ride. Then I headed towards Tistung. and I stopped Bike, Lightened my cigarette rest for 13 mins, captured some pictures and got pee out. I was very excited with the glimpse of a mountain and stopped to take pictures of lali gurans. I passed through another area called Palung, “the place to buy Palungo Saag”. A little further, I stopped to capture picture of mountains. From there, it was a downhill ride. At about 11:30 am, I reached saatghumti, I must say it was road of snake shaped. This was the place I was supposed to worry about nothing would  gonna be bad. After a long drive of more than three hours, I finally reached Daman. As it was a long travel, I was very hungry and tired of the long travel. I needed to recharge myself. So I had some food;Daal, Bhat,saag tarkari, Achhar,Local chicken’s meat and one bottle beer, “Just one bottle toh banta hai coz I’m so tired ni ta”. I bought one pack Shikhar cigarette to add up to the one that I already had. The shopkeeper told me “drive safely coz yesterday a couple died in bike accident at right 12 pm, So wait till 12:15pm” And I said “Don’t worry Dai-I’m driving alone”. Well, I didn’t really care. At 12:45, I was ready for my Motorcycle Diary !!
                                                                                                        

-NIraj Man Singh-©2008

Motorcycle Diary-Tatopani Barabise

The early morning was damp and gloomy until the sun shone through which  I was hopeful of doing our mystery ride.Reminiscing about older times, and going back and forth about destinations, I had My Discman for making my journey fully musical. Finally I started my motorbike for a  Road trip to Tatopani from Barabise.It was 10:15 AM when I reached Tatopani and I had a quick breakfast at Newa Bhansaghar. After that, it was time for  Bath in hot glossy water.I took off my cloths to bath up I saw many foreigners were enjoying with Tatopani.Nearly I was thinking “Jau ki na jau”,That part of my bathing was interesting and warm going.I salute to mother nature.After Bath,I  began to capture  some pictures of Mother-Nature. Around 12:30 back to Barabise.and rested for a while.Then at evening in Barabise. I enjoyed with red whisky made by Snake’s skin. it was too hard to drink, in the other side of the hill, I saw through the window “sunset on top up the hill”. And I forget everything; even I forgot to capture a picture too.Day three# Then I reached 36 kilo miter from Barabise. It was a big achievement for me lazy bone as the incline seemed to have terminated and the descent began.The weather was refreshing, but I was thirsty. And just I was about to relax, I found our next picture to capture, and it shocked me, The café board it was written “HAWA GHAR SPECIAL LASSI AND CAFFE SHOP”.I was still smiling specially about that board. I asked to shopkeeper “Dai what place is this? He said this place is called “36 kilo miter”because from Kathmandu or Barabise its just 36 kilo miter from here”.Around 12:45 pm I enjoyed hot milk tea at Café and smoked a Cigarette and then at around 1:00 pm excitement of road trip began, some more before I reached  Bhaktapur after almost  half an hour. It was a  great view  to look at the top of the hill , The Load Big Siva
Temple at sangha...

                                                                                                        -Niraj Man Singh @ 2011

Manokamana Trip @ 1997 ( Motorcycle Diary )

Stretching my hands, taking Panasonic LUMIX DMC-FS42 camera and buying a water bottle, I set to experience some road trip. It was early in the morning and the sun was about to shine in the clear blue sky. My Kawasaki bajaj 4S champion 100cc Motorbike commenced its journey to one of the heritage places of Nepal called Manokamana,  a temple  of wish fulfilling Goddess. It was a picturesque hill town that had a rich heritage stories of its own. The place is situated on a small mountain at the height of about 3,500 feet from the sea level, and it offers a magnificent view of the Himalayan peaks.It was about 9:45 in the morning when I left Thankot to head towards my destination. I’ was all  alone, and I began the journey with full of enthusiasm and excitement as it was the 2nd long road trip to Manokamana . After about a couple of hours of driving, I stopped to get a cup of tea and get some pee out. And then resumed my journey before I stopped again at Malekhu, where I had Malekhu special fish, which was simply too delicious with chilled Beer. Having stayed there for about forty five minutes, I set off again with my stomach full. With AC/DC’s “black and black” song on my Discman My road trip began.I reached my destination, Manokamana at about 12:15 PM. The weather was foggy. However, that did not dampen the enthusiasm of the Riders, who were excited to go up to the famous Manokamana Temple without losing any time. But cable car was stopped for half an hour...it was lunch break. In just 30 minutes Cable car started, within 15 minutes,I arrived there. Although the weather condition was not in my camera’s favour, on a positive note, it did help me to see the changing mother-nature moments, since the environment was not so cool even I could see fog and pollution-free because of the foggy weather. It was amazing to see such old and antique, fine woodcarving things in the 21st century.At  night I stayed at Ram lodge, In night the environment was so worshipful.  Near, the teenage group was enjoying with beating madal, another thin boy singing a song “resam ferrireee” and I was enjoying with chilled beer and sekuwa.

Another Morning with little bit pain in back bone and dirty converse shoe, I concluded my unforgettable Manokamana road trip by arriving at a restaurant to have “Masu Bhat & Ghee” as lunch. After having lunch, I happily returned with a big smile at face, and with full of GNR’s song “Welcome to the jungle” on the way back to Kathmandu.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                -Niraj Man Singh @1997