I let my heart pour

happiness

in the bed of beautiful past,
with my memories, in peace I lay,
in these chaos of confusing present,
I keep smiling,
when with feelings, they play,

then pushing extra limits,
extra mile I go,
I rise with every failure, every betray,
but I am taught to let go,
keep my head low,

that is why,
you can beat me but you can’t win,
you can take my everything,
but still, I can dream!

from the lap of my mother
to the arms of my love,
all I achieved is,
more and more memories,
some sweet, some sour
and taking myself away
in the wild world of imagination,
I pray my soul,
I let my heart pour!

-Basudev #dt

moment of happiness

its rare to see students holding their ears and yet so happy, yet so smiling!    (Trauma relief program at paragon school,in area of earthquake victims, kathmandu)

for women!! <3 <3

Next name to beauty, perfection above the top, that nature has made with all it had!! A heart with love, care and innocence. . crystal clean, a dream! A mother, a daughter, a sister, a Juliet, an angle from nowhere. . . .so much of’em, in one soul, in one name!! But it was once upon a time. . .society, time,trend has changed, now she is brute, showing attitude, sometimes sweet and again rude!

We use them, tear them, love them, break them again make them but we never hear them!! So they have changed! Somewhere deep inside, she has same heart,same soul but when she let her feelings for us we cant handle, from our responsibility we fall, and now she is broken, she is a bit grown, grown in to beautiful ugly one, sometimes like bitch she has shown but her eyes has same brightness, her smile has same killing sweetness, our one stupid deed and her life is messed!! We have snatched her trust, we have raped her parts, we’ve played her feelings so her EYE$ are tears pool, her days are fearful. . .yes we made her so!! But what we should do,we’ll never know cause . . . .it is what we’ve choose to adapt and live!!

– Basudev Shrestha

for women ❤ ❤

(explaining my old sketch) 🙂

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culture of narrow streets of Kathmandu

well Kathmandu being one of the smallest cities in the world, celebrates huge amount of diversity and this is about culture that lives in narrow streets of Kathmandu. you would like to know the most traditional practices and  traditions of busymandu a.k.a Kathmandu. small effort from my side. 🙂 click here: presentation newa

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beautiful poem

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.

I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size

But when I start to tell them,

They think I’m telling lies.

I say,

It’s in the reach of my arms

The span of my hips,

The stride of my step,

The curl of my lips.

I’m a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That’s me.

I walk into a room

Just as cool as you please,

And to a man,

The fellows stand or

Fall down on their knees.

Then they swarm around me,

A hive of honey bees.

I say,

It’s the fire in my eyes,

And the flash of my teeth,

The swing in my waist,

And the joy in my feet.

I’m a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That’s me.

Men themselves have wondered

What they see in me.

They try so much

But they can’t touch

My inner mystery.

When I try to show them

They say they still can’t see.

I say,

It’s in the arch of my back,

The sun of my smile,

The ride of my breasts,

The grace of my style.

I’m a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That’s me.

Now you understand

Just why my head’s not bowed.

I don’t shout or jump about

Or have to talk real loud.

When you see me passing

It ought to make you proud.

I say,

It’s in the click of my heels,

The bend of my hair,

the palm of my hand,

The need of my care,

‘Cause I’m a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That’s me.

–Maya Angelou

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