Kamal's Blogging Café

  By the grace of God, And the bless of Goddess, Our hearts are united, And parts of body Are also tightly connected.   I am in you, And you are in me, In the span of life-time Cherishing each one to love More by then, sometime.   The Angel falls, Destined by nature Disappears in a fine mist, In the melodious strings of smoke By the strong wind.   Tunes our love song In each silk string of waterfall.   From a distant hill, The echo of voice Exposes the only one-heart That is, you, To run the eternal life-cart.

In the morning time, People meet in a group For a cup of coffee, To talk about their day In a Cafe Coffee. In a small coffee machine, Blended ingredients struggle, For the taste of time and season, To make Espresso In a minute, without any intrusion.     In a big cup of Coffee, The aroma of coffee shop, serves, For the gossip gang’s table, To exist firmly at first sip In a bold way, it’s notable.     In every sip of coffee, Expires the taste, and the coffee For the moment, it’s appealing; To rejoice and please ultimately In a fresh way to kick start the day silently.   In a Coffee shop, at last sip; No existence of Coffee, only the cup, For the people, it’s charming as a whole, To make the things pass by, but In real nothing remains after death, only soul.

The passion of fumed thought and feeling Neither end nor it can be pretended, The jerks of frigid and shrink mind Can never touch the height in the sky line.   I pierced into the city, With lots of hope and fear, Considering the better life In every step that I dive.     I admitted my brain In the bush of ideas, To learn things perfectly Knowing each element crucially.     The world is moving Around the sun, And life is moving Near to death bed on and on.     Soul wanders here and there, Sometime for existence, And escapes away from body After the body becomes ash permanently.     To exist in this mother Earth I indulged into innumerable works, A crucial moment in struggling, Utilizing knowledge as juggling.     I hardly recognized me To confine into a good work Though it was too late to blaze Dived into a pond of knowledge.     A CRUCIAL Journey of LIFE Begins Extending the fumed thought and feeling To touch the height of...

Clap! Clap!! Clap!!! Clap for the people’s sovereignty, Join hands! Join!! Join for the march of progressive.   Cross away the trouble in a light way, Win the people’s heart escorting right way, Develop the nation uprooting fragmentation, Make a strong economic road map and plantation.   High! High!! High!!! High thinking to manage the society, Open the mouth! Open!! Open the door of deprived families.     Prepare a sustainable plan for better employment Eye on the process of industry deployment, Build the framework for development in our nation Stop running away of people proposing job creation.     Cheer! Cheer!! Cheer up for a new beginning, Hold! Hold!! Hold!!! Hold the law and justice properly.

  The unity of SPA, Marches on the road, Against the regressive system, Not of the troops of army, But, Of the voice of all the people’s Sovereignty.   Day by day, Millions of people, From East to West, Come together in the middle of street, Making harsh and loud voice, Twittering and chirping like birds, Amidst the forest with rejoice.     The ruler circulates, Curfew badly, To dismiss the people, But, the brave people Break it and step ahead, Raising the voice- “Leave the Throne ultimately.”     Police are instructed and Armies Commanded to finish the rebels, But, the brave and courageous people Never become afraid, Even they shoot and become dead, Died for the sake of mother Earth- “Damn the ruler forever with the sunset.”     Though people are ambushed In the street, And fired by pistol They escape Here and there, Even they become handicapped, Some dead and some wounded forever.     And the streets are left with, Heap of sandals and ...

  I wish rain, When I am walking To purify soul of life.   A cow-boy, When I am living in village To get supreme taste of life.     A traveler, When I am beginning a journey To love nature wildly in life.     Obstacles, When I am adventuring To experience new things in life.     Music, When I am sleeping To put away bitterness in life.

  I am obliged to accept The pain that inject my heart, I hammered the pin deep into head That passes through mind to tolerate.   The Pain, the brave Beowulf had too With the victory and pride; But, I am alone in the river-side Without any hope and a company aside.     I am distracted from the society, Fragmented by acquaintances, And battered by the kin; A true genius spirit of mankind.     People do not look at me, And I cannot force me to look at them. Though I wish to speak rare, They do not wish to hear.

It was a rainy season. In the moonlight night, a group of frogs came out from all the corners of paddy fields making sounds –   “ribbit, ribbit….” The senior oldest frog summoned all of them to assemble in the open area –  “Ribbit, ribbit… Please join the assembly, We are planning to visit nearest city as the government has ended the lockdown after 120 days in Nepal. …Ribbit, ribbit… And we had got to breathe easily after so many days— raining, raining and raining. It was hard time we had cause of Coronavirus outbreak, deadly disastrous flood and landslide … Ribbit, ribbit.”  But three frogs out of them didn’t listen and they hoped and hoped and hoped. They didn’t care about anything, they were freely leaping as a competition one after another. Little farther, there was a deep pit made by the landslide and flood on the way to jungle. It was full of sticky mud puddle deep inside. The three frogs were younger one who were much excited and leaped showing their tremendous ene...

  You imagine Me and My presence, Pricking softly, So I deep into You, Sweet and cheerful. It unfolds me To make a complete soul. The fragrance and Power of shame Hooked me Within a moment. I became A shield-pack, Covered With a fragile wrap.     The shape is endorsing, Something Consciously, Or, unconsciously With our presence.

  I count the pebbles In the midnight dream; I search you; inside me When I wake up and scream. We catch the train, The train of our life; The river flows as usual When the birds dive. The world is free To find you and me; In the passage of time, Will you marry me? “Together to be FREE.”

  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 re...

  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 p...

  – 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 ...

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