Tales of tale with Nitesh

  ए गंगा किनारे तेरे बगियामे हम चल ए गंगा किनारे तेरे बगियामे हम चल ना साम होना सुबारे तेरे संही हम सागरके और चल पढे ए गंगा किनारे तेरे बगियामे हम चल ना दुख होगी ना होगी मजबुरिया थरथरराती ये जल सी छाल होगी इन्तजार हे सफर कि एक सुबाह और नया आगम होगी ए गंगा किनारे तेरे बगियामे हम चल ना रुके तु,ना टुटे तु ये सफर ये पल ये यौवन ना देना डुबा फिरसे तैराने पढे ना जाने किस मोड पे हम,ना किनारे देखे नाही मञ्जिल ए गंगा किनारे तेरे बगियामे हम चल

  The Cuckoo and the boat Crumble circumstances of monsoon Harshness of wicked thundering time Shredding the feathers of dream of togetherness Two cuckoo flew away  Worn out with the drop of monsoon's rain Became as lonely as shepherd Flew over a far deserted grassland  Deceived by the pleasant breeze of autumn Overburdened by vast distances Two unspoken young minds  One up in the delusive sky;flying high Other down on a boat on a  adventurous stream Protraying unanswered and undiscovered uncertainity and truth Strange but beautiful and pure soul yet Down here on a uneven brook  It has been a difficult voyage  Drifting on a harborless;shelterless boat All the possibility All the capability Lost on a loop of suffocating  Monsoon's cycle Encircled by the wake of flithy vulture The only thing that can lead us out Through uneven brook is the vision Vision of what we are What we could be What is there at the end Behind the beautiful warm autumn tomorrow Lies a laborious busy summer

  The mystery of window next door It was a cold morning on cozy Bridgestone Street in early spring of 1936 when Mr Frank peeked a glimpse of a lady outside through a tiny, rough window of his house. The curtains were floating against the window that was blowing from the west,sweeping the fresh leaves under the silver oak tree away from the street. The early morning song of a mockingbird, on the top of the streetlight, was whistling through the window. "Look like,these feathers need a new home",he murmured to himself when rusty brick leaves were crawling all over his apartment. Mr frank was reading a book and preparing morning coffee for himself when he decided to get up and shut the window.He approached near the window and as  he was trying to hold  curtains back inside the room that were fluttering outside of the window,he saw a young radiant lady as fresh as daisy outside on the street. From that day on,he never felt the same again. Mr. Frank was a 50 year-old businessman w

  The Knight of those frozen decay snow of many senseless stars staring at night shake those hands to rinse dust u knw riding through crafty barren snowy land to fight .with a blunt sword to be consider rich in mind i feel i am the knight my feels turning me knight on the war,which would never burst out or who knows it might! what i feel there,darkness blindfolded me so that thousand of light on the meadow my eye couldnt see i tell u "dnt be coward" please! give me stregthen this path,deadly one,is dark & deep though many times i have been flames of hoofs twinkling on snow those have travelled all universe,i kn o w o! moon beams delicately kiss beside, sun sailing towards me forgive them, still i dnt cease they will be defeated as m travelling faster free with a sunrise tomorrow innocence,tear and fear will be apart i am the knight since with this snow & dark,i must depart there miles and miles to go hence.... Author's Note The knight is a poem about a war

  चम्पा सधन अग्ला चम्पाका चम्पाका शोणीत कुसुम परपुरुषसँग लजाभूत भएकी स्वास्नी मान्छे गाला रात्ताम्मे पारी चम्पाको बोटबाट तल निहुरिएकी छिन् माथाको रोम,केशराशि मत्थर चालमा मन्द मन्द गतिशुन्य धूपमा बहकिदा यो मुहारको सौन्द्रयमा हावा आलीश्यमा रन्किछ केशराशीको सादगी नरमी चम्पा लज्जामा साधुरिन सक्छिन। यसै तिम्रा उभिएका जुल्फी : त्यसलाई नसमेट्नु त्यो आमोद महकको वासमा बौलाएको केशराशीलाई हावामा उसै सलबलाउन देऊ सौन्दर्यप्रियता नझुक्किनु वन्दना होईनन् तिम्रा सुरूपको म त केशाराशीमा भिजेका चम्पा फुलको गान गर्दै छु तिम्रो तारिफ त चम्पाका मञ्जरीले गर्ने छन् के गरूला र म तिम्रो गान आखिर! सुन्दर छन् फुलहरू तिमी जति होइन...... -नितेश