Monday May 21, 2012
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Just few of rhyming words,
Self implying lines full of anger, love and sorrows,
Here I'm composing new poems on my own.
Betrayal from love,
Frustrations always in front,
All these situations pushing me to write on.
And here I've it now, 'A Stack full of creations'.
Sometimes I think they're all rubbish.
But when I get applause, for me it’s like a 'Prestige'.
All of my times do I try to portrait out.
Most of them resemble those moments when I felt down.
A flow of worst experiences do I share.
Devoting my time, suppressed feelings I express for you all.
Nothing more than appreciation do I get from this.
Still for me, it’s another composition in my poetry list.
Very hard I feel to reveal true emotions.
Only way I find doing it is to write on.
When I'm alone and my mood is down,
In my mind, words with feelings just fly out.
And there I've for you, more lines to read on.
In my life, times with sadness never seem ending.
Supportive conditions for writing always seem reappearing.
That's the reason I'm locked into this 'Addictive Prison'.
All my victimized poems searching for cure, that's you 'The Readers'.
-> Nimesh Chhetri
'Nemesis'
Nepalese SummerFest
