Let us sit in that plank of wood,
Colored blue
And sail it to the place
Where the sun sets
Because it’s hard to breathe here,
With dreams disappear-
ing to what they call life.

Pokhara, July, 2015.

And sometimes, all you need is a moment to pause your busy life.

Pokhara, July 2014

Guitar came home :)

 

Temporary guitar. Temporary room.

My friend J, finally brought his guitar for me so that I could tackle one of my resolutions. And it is beautiful than I expected it to be, the wooden body making it look more vintage than it already is. Hopefully, I can do it. Wish me luck. 🙂

All you need to do is stare at the horizon to know that the world we live in is beautiful. Just like us.

Kasara, Chitwan.
December, 2013

On the shores of Shunya – II

 

I thought poetry on the cover would be cool. It wasn’t as cute as I thought it would be though.