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Thistledown and the Cornucopia
Thistledown and the CornucopiaO Thistledown,
child of the west wind's sigh, when you sigh! with your deepest breath,
lighter than the dream Hermes forgot
beneath his winged sandals—
you drift beyond my grasp,
yet heavier than memory,
for even gods could not bear the thought
of your vanishing. You are the "lighter than my burden,"
the whisper of dawn
after …
Love and Affection: A Metaphysical Excavation
What is love?
What is affection?
Let us explore them — through literature, philosophy, and myth. I have always been fascinated by the concept of affection. It is, perhaps, the most explored emotion in art and literature — the eternal muse of poets, painters, and philosophers alike.When I first heard Don Juan by Mozart — that opera of seductive rebellion — my eyes filled with tears. I was twenty-three then: young, feverishly alive, and stepping into the vast, trembling landscap…
Between two heartbeats: the philosophy of love and continuity/दुई धड्कनबीच: प्रेम र निरन्तरताको दर्शन
Note: Ignore my poor Nepali (even English) handwriting. I will soon translate this into English. I love to write everything in my reMarkable before striking it onto the keyboard. Yesterday, while drinking cheap wine (back to zero again), my mind rushed through words as if they were breathing again. When I get too peaky, I love to write in my own language — it cherishes my heart to the deepest. Writing in Nepali feels like returning to the womb of my own being; every word car…
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The Hesitation Before Heaven
There is always something that remains — in the heart, in that secret chamber where the first echo of another being resides.
The first person you spoke to and truly felt — you remember them. The first touch, the texture of their skin, the unspoken tremor between fingers — you remember that too.
Their scent lingers, their language breathes within you; even the first question, whispered perhaps half in fear, half in wonder — “Who are you, really?” — becomes immortal in memory…
The Faces of Light
Until lately, I had no face — none left to read the outer realm of my own.
There are faces that the sun remembers — not because they are beautiful,but because they believe in light.In their eyes burns a patient flame —the kind that refuses to die even in the coldest season of the soul.
I shouted all my life for the authenticity of the universe.How can we trust the bottom of the universeif we don't turn our face deep down into our own head?
Love, if it means anything, is thi…
Final Entry — The First Chapter of the Last Goodbye
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UnlockIncorrect password. Please try again. 1Views 0:00Time Spent Final Entry — The First Chapter of the Last GoodbyeI think the universe made a mistake when it created you. Yes, you should not have been here—but in the heart of mine, touching every entanglement of the cosmos. Beings like you are not meant to exist here—too rare, too gentle, too aware. You were that one quiet particle in …
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Unlock पर्खाइपर्खाइ — कति नर्म, कति निर्दयी।म सधैं सोच्दछु—पर्खाइ भनेको समयमा फैलिएको घाउ हो, आत्माको बिस्तारै गल्दै जाने अवस्था।तर अब बुझें—पर्खाइ पनि मिठो हुन सक्छ, असह्य रूपमा मिठो।जस्तो घाममा छोडिएको मह—गाढा हुँदै, कालो हुँदै, धैर्यको चमकमा झल्किँदै गएको।म उनलाई भेट्न होइन, उनको आवाज वा कदमको धुनको लागि पर्खिरहेको होइन।म त केवल उनको उपस्थितिको अंशको लागि पर्खिरहेको छु—त्यो अदृश्य सुगन्ध, जुन हावामा छोडेर गइन्।…
WU XING 五行 (The Last Temptation)
Note to Readers:
I first wrote this story on November 6, 2015. Back then, it appeared as a short story on my website titled ‘Pancha Tatwa’ (Five Elements). What you’re about to read is the same piece, carried forward from that moment in time.
