Anshu Subedi

 There are hands, trying to take me to the orange tree, There are hands, dying to peel the orange for me, There are wolves, waiting to snatch the orange from me, There are mouths, asking to take the load off me. With each step, through the dark forest and blinding storm, I will grasp the fruit, feel its weight, warm in my palm. For in this crowd in between chaos, I will stand firm, To reach out to the orange tree on my own terms I have walked the lonely path, through fields and woods, Where others falter, I stride with resolute steps, I will peel this orange myself, through blood and sweat, Piece by piece, strip by strip, till the sweetness is revealed. My hands may tremble, my legs may ache, But I will peel this orange, for my own sake, Be it a test of  my strength, A journey only I can undertake, no matter the length. The world offers help, hands extended in aid, But in this life, my challenge, is mine to face,  So let the wolves howl, let the mouths open, Their voices ...

  I am not talking about just  vanishing into thin air, but about becoming invisible amidst the chaos of life. It's like stepping into the mist, where every step leads us to peace and only peace. To disappear is to blend into the canvas of existence, where your absence speaks louder than any presence ever could. It's like becoming a shadow on the wall, dancing silently with the flickering candlelight in the dark. Sometimes, to find oneself, one must first lose the world. It's about shedding the layers of expectations and obligations, peeling away the masks we wear, until all that's left is the raw essence of our being. It's like diving into the depths of the ocean, where silence reigns supreme and time stretches into infinity. There, in the quiet embrace of solitude, we discover truths that elude us in the cacophony of everyday life. But beware, for the art, is a delicate drama between liberation and loss. It's about letting go without looking back, about surren...

 शून्यता र म चन्द्रमा अस्ताएको रात, तारा हराएको आकाशमा, म यहाँ एक्लो हिड्छु, खाली सडकमा, मौनताका पदचापमा। कुनै अर्थ छैन यो यात्राको, कुनै दिशा छैन यो पाइलाको, जीवनको अर्थ खोज्दैछु, तर हातमा आउँछ केवल शून्यता। दुनियाँ एक सपना, भग्नावशेष मात्र बाँकी, बुद्धिका देवताहरु मौन छन्, उत्तरहरू लुकेका छन् अन्धकारमा। सृष्टि नै निरर्थक छ, यो सब एक खेल मात्र, रूप र नामको परेवा, हावामा उड्दैछ, हराउँदैछ। तर यो मुटु अझै धड्कन्छ, आशाको दियो खोज्दै, जीवनको चिह्न खोज्दै, अस्तित्वको अर्थ बुन्दै। शून्यताको यस समुद्रमा, म एक तरंग मात्र, तर यो तरंगले गीत गाउछ, जीवनको, प्रेमको, र संघर्षको। र, म हिड्छु, एक्लो तर अदम्य, यो निरर्थक यात्रामा, किनभने यो हृदयमा एउटा ज्वाला छ, अधेरी लाई उज्यालो बनाउँने।