Triangle Love Story | Valentine Day Especial

Please just accept it, that he doesn’t love you.

Someone who attempted suicide, Might do it again.

Take a good care of her.

I want to know why you keep thinking that he’ll be back.

No matter how hard I try to change your mind.

But your heart is something that is out of my reach.

How hard I love you, is never hard enough.

Your heart that I am waiting for,

Has no more free space

I just realize that all the things

I have done is useless.

When you don’t give me hope,

Sooner or later I’ll have to give up

How much does a love of a man worth?

I dedicated all my love but you never see it.

Can you please turn and see,

Can you please accept the truth

That there has never been anyone besides you but me.

How hard I love you, is never hard enough.

Your heart that I am waiting for, has no more free space.

I just realize that all the things I have done is useless.

When you don’t give me hope,

Sooner or later I’ll have to give up.

I dream that one day, you can forget him.

But the longer I wait, the weaker my heart gets,

My love can only returns in tears.

And I might leave you very soon.

Sooner or later I’ll have to give up.

I dream that one day, you can forget him.

Sooner or later I’ll have to give up

How hard I love you, is never hard enough.

How much does a love of a man worth?

(Based on true Story)
- W.Newrose

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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
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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
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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 !!
                                                                                                        

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