Kamal's Blogging Café

  The Bed of Roses Smiles in our presence, The bubbles of water Float to make us rejoice, The rainbow in the sky Colours the accompany of life. We are falling, falling, falling In a profound love, Rising, rising, rising With the time of clock, The nature looks over us; Each time, the breeze is feeling us.   The air whistles in wind, The leaves dance in meadow, And the birds twitter on the trees, It tells, From a long distance, “It’s Time to Ring the Bell.”   Seeing through window, A moment in the horizon, Just neighing of horses— Ringing the Bell in their ranch, Looking at our flowered KISSES At a glance!   A voice is coming through Just like it sounds, “It’s time to Ring the Bell.”, “It’s time to Ring the Bell.” Otherwise, You will miss the day like a whirled ashtray.

  No more, I stay in heaven, The heaven where you Enjoy and breathe, The cunning and immature, Play-acting of affection Drowned me Into a Hell-hound dream.     No more, The words I have to say. Even the letters Dance to express- “I, The insane, Unkind and liar Moulded you Into Sick and fire.”

  -Collection: Kamal Shrestha Two priests are vacationing in Hawaii. They don’t want to stand out as clergy, so they decide to buy casual clothes. They’ve just hit the beach in loud Hawaiian print T-shirts and sandals when they spot the hot blonde in a tiny bikini walking their way. As she walks past them, she politely says,  “Good afternoon, fathers.”     Well, the men are amazed, because they can’t understand how the woman knew they were priests. They decide to go out and buy even wilder clothes, so they buy tie-died T-shirts, surfer shorts, and dark sunglasses. The next day, they hit the beach in their wild new clothes, and the same blonde passes them in a string bikini.     As she passes, she says,  “How do you do, fathers?” Well, the two priests are really confused, so they ask the blonde,  “Excuse me, ma’am. We’re not ashamed of being priests, but how in the world did you know who we were?” The blonde replies  “Why, father, don’t you recognize me? I’m Sister Catherine from the co

  D. H. Lawrence successfully described his attitude through a calm environment on his poem “Piano.” His portrayal of sequence of events make bring the pain of the loss of the childhood or the loss of the people in the memory as he produces his touching sequence of evidence being a child in the present time and powerfully adjoining the capability of reminding those imaginative view without any interference. It’s a childish sensibility that avoids tensions to create inquisitive feelings, musical advancements and absurd tragic moments of present time that all come within the scope of his oeuvre. His characters amid fascinating family background and characters also has just been leading own private life with the reliable acquaintance (Piano). In addition, his characters are fully developed in the present situation crying like a child for the past and making a deep concern about it in present. When the similar situation goes towards the reminding day stickily to the backward of those pleas

  – Collection: Kamal Shrestha A Mafia Godfather, accompanied by his attorney, walks into a room to meet with his accountant.     The Godfather asks the accountant,  “Where is the 3 million bucks you embezzled from me?” The accountant does not answer. The Godfather asks again,  “Where is the 3 million bucks you embezzled from me?” The attorney interrupts,  “Sir, the man is a deaf mute and cannot understand you, but I can interpret for you.”     The Godfather says,  “Well…ask him where the damn money is” The attorney, using sign language, asks the accountant where the 3 million dollars is. The accountant signs back,  “I don’t know what you are talking about.” The attorney interprets to the Godfather,  “He doesn’t know what you are talking about.”     The Godfather pulls out a 9 millimetre pistol, puts it to the temple of the accountant, cocks the trigger and says,  “Ask him again where the damn money is!” The attorney signs to the accountant,  “He wants to know where it is!” The account

  We’re              f           a         l       l     i   n g down and down and down!     Our HEAD is locked by Spy kEy Cannot open Without MASTER kEy.         We’re only R   i     s       i         n           g high and high and high         If our triangle POINTS are surrounded by A pack of wolves Being a fearless A HERO of greats, Beowulf.

  These days, kids open the book no more And, hardly try to read anymore; In real, they love reading memes roll by roll As they are proud of making troll.         After some days, tiny insects hide itself Inside the pages of book in shelf; They make a trail anywhere, Only making a mark reading nowhere.         It infuriates and annoys badly When the kids open the book slightly, And presses the insects by thumb To make their life ultimately crumb.         Then the fingers jump to the mobile phone In the battle of Free Fire and pubG Zone. These days, kids open the book no more And, laugh at memes in Facebook and Insta more.

coCKRoAch, a JUNGLE species one, e- -n- -t- -e- -r- -s   into the house One by one ……     The housemen (Home Species) whisper with one another, Sprays the insecticides to Jungle Species any other, So that fear of spoiling homely environment neither.     At night, suddenly they fall in the kitchen sink, And hallucinates a few second, Feathers shiver; cause of chemical;     But, it was only play-acting moment, From the both side of home and jungle species’- consent Though the road-siders (True Species) fueling against outsiders.     Their inherited chemical reaction’s dictum, Shares the bed of their life to ruin the system. And, every one finds great transformation along with the rise of sun.

  -Kamal Shrestha / 2020 (From the Book “A CRUCIAL Journey of LIFE Begins”)

  -Collection: Kamal Shrestha The lecture of professor in a college about “The Mayonnaise Jar and Coffee” is worth reading and following when there aren’t enough hours in a day to handle all the things.   The Mayonnaise Jar and Coffee When things in your life seem almost too much to handle, when 24 hours in a day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar . . ..and the coffee . . . .       A professor stood before his Philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was. The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up ever

  -Kamal Shrestha / 2020 (From the Book “A CRUCIAL Journey of LIFE Begins”)

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  Decode PROXY:  An individual or a group operation executed by truly responsible representative of this Mother Earth who undertake YES mindset to “SPREAD PEACE & SAVE ENVIRONMENT” by decoding the PROXY Plans in our Global Village. ​ A. Abstract The world is in the verge of encapsulating all the people, plants, animals, insects and sea creatures in one place which forms a Global Village through internet. Not only we can trace or track people but also all the living beings of the world can be traced easily through internet by tagging and inserting GPA sensor-chip. ​ The rapid growth of human’s rude and cruel violence inside and outside home due to frustration, depression, pandemic suffocation, lack of knowledge and lack of public awareness, the word “peace” only stands there as “weird.” And, the biggest problem is the rapid growth or expansion of international business and absolute ownership of the product by same people or country around the globe dominating the domestic market wh