Tears

The other day I was feeling so low. I feel like every time I start seeing dreams that maybe real after all, I get pulled down by some unforeseen reality. And that was exactly how I felt, something harsh yet familiar to me all along. It kind of brought back revelation on how lonely and undeserving my life had been, yet it was my identity which only my soul could understand. I just pulled out a brave front and ignored the possibility of any such dreams in my life. 

So I dreamed a dream, and dared to live it.

Your strength is my strength

Alot of pain seen in the eyes
Of the vegetable cart seller
Of the young hopefuls training to pass army test
There are alot of unspoken pain
In the majority of nepali workers
Sacrificing their health, their lives
For a better tomorrow
For their family, their loved ones
Their pain speaks strength to me
Your strength is my strength
For a better me
For a better tomorrow

Morning dew

Today’s morning run;

Gloomy, misty and chilly

Refreshing yet perplexing

Thoughts from yesterday -

What is in the heart of the brave?

Scenes in front of my eyes -

Biscuits with tea,

Outside a make-shift shop

Nepali vibes,

A different kind indeed