Junkeri – Bipul Chhetri
Life
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Bistarai Bistarai – Namrata Shrestha
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2MgWThY0iZg
She doesn’t want your money protection.
Most certainly, if she is the one, the real one for real, she is absolutely not expecting the financial security twaddle from you.
For she can fulfill her own needs all by herself. She can take care of her children, her family, herself, all on her own.
These rare daughters would rather be in the driver seat.
By all means, she’s totally independent for she’s a 21st-century girl, women, not from the 17oos.
But then, she asks one security from you boys and men — only one.
She wants the emotional security from you.
To strengthen out:
She wants to feel being loved.
She wants you to accept her as she is and be super cool with that.
She wants you to understand her, understand her PMS mood swings, understand her love for things, her fears.
She wants you to respect and protect her dear secrets.
She wants you to pay attention, make her a priority she rightly deserves.
Without asking, yes, she craves to be appreciated fairly.
For this life, she wants you all for her.
She craves for the kind you, the adorable, lovable you, the emotionally billionaire you — not your world-class empire or a million dollar blood diamond.
All she asks of you ... is your awareness!Comments closed
Resham – Nepathya
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zrsJoj0LBmU
The story throws back to the days when I was so addicted to ‘Super Mario’. The game where a plumber man is to rescue the princess. The only thing I thought I knew about love — was marrying ‘her’ one day and always having ‘her’ beside me as we grow old together. I thought I was to be her plumber man saving her from the dragons.
I even hypothesized that my friends will forever be jealous of me and I will be the happiest boy because ‘She’ would choose me to any of them.
I fell in love for the first time ever when I was 14 years old.
I was in the middle of my fifth grade at school and there she was two desks ahead of me.
I verily thought she was the one.
I loved attending school, the lectures, only because she was there.
I was so in love with her.
Now, looking back, I am not surprised that I did buy her a special postcard on Valentine’s Day and that when I was still a 5th grader.
I remember I rushed to her house early in the morning before mom searches for me.
And just as I reached there, oh! I was trembling like a wet cat.
I wasn’t sure if it was the right thing to do.
But I didn’t care. (I had learned then that ‘Valentine’s Day’ is special for lovers. I didn’t want to miss this day.)
The problem was, I neither had a phone nor my facebook account, or viber or instagram to arrange the meetup, so without options, I called out her name as I rang the doorbell — afraid what if her dad shows up or her mom.
Luckily, she appeared instead of them both.
I gave it to her abruptly, she took the envelope and left hastily.
I noticed, she was also trembling like a wet cat. I assumed she must have gotten shy or really really freaking surprised.
(Little did she know, I had stolen money from my father for that expensive card (NRs 25) which had words written inside it even I didn’t understand then. But I liked it anyway.
Stealing is bad but since I had no money to express how much I loved her on ours’ day — the valentine, I thought I’d make a very important exception. And just in case if dad finds out I’ll tell him the truth. I expect him to understand my situation because he also loves our mom very very much.)
Today, I revealed this small secret to Mr. Pop and Mrs. Mum over the dinner; we all had a blast.
We agreed, “It was a genuine puppy love. And stealing was a bad idea.”
To conclude, well, yes, I did propose her over a letter.
She wrote back. She rejected.
All my plans toppled in a fly but since she said we rather focus on our study and make future for ourselves first — It made sense and I wasn’t sad anymore.
She didn’t say anything about the card though? 😂😂
All this, because I know I won't have my first love twice again. All this, because I still am in love with my yester-self -- that unpredictable, impish-ed, carefree, straightforward him.Comments closed
The Ocean ft. Shy Martin – Mike Perry
Falling in love is no ordinary state, stage of life. Because when you do, when you fall for someone, no days will pass the same way and every day becomes a true blessing with grace and kindness, and humility and prosperity and contentment and wholeness.
Without a doubt, this breathtaking adventure of heart(s) we call love — gifts us the best and the happiest days of our whole life.
For True Love is a Termless Friendship, a Firework of God's Elysium.
Having said that, falling in love with 5 things, in particular, is very important.
These in no particular orders are as follow:
One family (the loved ones considered).
“Love your family. Spend time, be kind & serve one another. Make no room for regrets. Tomorrow is not promised & today is short.” ~ Ano.
Two yourself.
“Accept yourself, love yourself, and keep moving forward. If you want to fly, you have to give up what weighs you down.”
― Roy T. Bennett, The Light in the Heart
Three your job.
“Work without love is slavery.” ― Mother Teresa
Four the right girl/ a gentleman.
“There are two kinds of sparks, the one that goes off with a hitch like a match, but it burns quickly. The other is the kind that needs time, but when the flame strikes… it’s eternal, don’t forget that.” ~ Ano.
Five the present, this moment.
Carpediem!
Comments closedEverglow – Coldplay
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5i3IrQnDcxg
It came to me as a surprise when she arrived home today. We hugged as usual and exchanged greetings. This time, however, she started sobbing all of a sudden. And our hugs lasted a little longer than ordinary.
(Now, it’s not that I haven’t seen her blood-red eyes before but again).
Her tight grip was evident, heart beats louder, clearly palpable.
Baffled, bewildered I asked what happened?
She ruptured looking into my empty eyes with her eyes full,”Looking at you makes me want to cry ‘kancha’, you forgot about me didn’t you?”
I remember saying promptly (caressing her left hand warmly on that hot summer afternoon), ” I understand XXXX and you are absolutely right. But, I am fighting my own battle XXXX. Still, still I am so sorry, …… but then what really happened, why are you crying? I stressed.”
We both went to the other room which was preferably peaceful and quiet.
And I just listened to her.
I listened as I watched her rub tears off of her eyes a hundred times over as she spilled her circumstances.
I continued to listen intently without a word except for few nods.
And finally, after minutes and hour of pouring revelations, I noticed her take deep breaths of relief.
Her eyes tinkering once again, more alive now. Soul — dirt washed, satisfied despite the exhausted and exasperated tone of her voice.
In the end, we ended up laughing over our childhood mess; an intended sweet distraction.
In the end, I reckon she was looking for a friend, her shield, the ever missed comfort. Love.
So, to all the beautiful people, girls, women, boys, and men who’ve made me a small part of your big, gigantic heart. This song is for you.
To you beautiful friends, women and men, my mother, father, beloved twin brother and my only sister, to all who have shared their pain, sorrows, happiness and tears with me. This is to you!
Thank you so so much for existing.Comments closed
Step Out – José González
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PW2JsQyqJl8
All our life we choose between wearing two suits.
One that fits, the other we are told we fit in.
Your mother will always tell you to do what your heart wants.
Choose Mother.
Wear one perfect suit. A good one that feels like youComments closed
I Won’t Fight It – Andrew Belle
Hard to take in — the tangible weeping sadness in her sturdy, cracking voice.
I see her eyes look exhausted as tears continue to drip from them like the melancholic, slow and painful rain. Unseasoned.
I didn’t impede despite imminent explosion for she wanted to speak this time and I needed to hear.
Her yelling paper red face, grieve stricken brow, those freezing arms, trembling lips; I needed to hug her, tell her how much I love her, tell her I am always,.. always here for her.
And in the end, she broke down with all her heart, “I miss family…I miss home ...”
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September Song – JP Cooper
Ever so often, she disappears into the woods in search of the crowd; them who for real would just listen to her tales; ones who would fondly, most sincerely and genuinely appreciate her companionship. The ones who spits over judgments.
She asks no bits of advice from you. Not a word, no suggestion, compliments, recommendations or sorts. All she wants is your pure existence for her and only her.
She’s in search for the one — one who will always value her, the one who just gets the picture. One who brings about the best in her, one who is intelligent enough to let her be, let her grieve and grieve with her if need be. That special one who would turn up anywhere, anytime without a question.
Yes, she’s is planning for a secret quest to find him, that one prince of her only kingdom, the only one who’d forever hold her hands, touch her deepest self, set her soul on fire and kisses her the whole.
Yes, she searches for someone who truly is brave enough to promise to be there for her today, tomorrow and ever.
"Be Realistic. Plan for a miracle." - OSHOComments closed
Hearts Don’t Break Around Here – Ed
This is so cool — I am here in these heart ‘beats’.
Heart, she ‘whispers’.
She ‘moves’.
She’s lightly ‘heavy’.
But she’s ‘strong’.
She’s you.
She’s I.
💖 💖 beat'.Comments closed