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A Love Story

The breeze runs by along with you
Bringing the sweetest of smell
Of the rose and the jasmine petals,
Spreading and empowering this dale.

We met, and met again
Sometimes with invented reason,
and sometimes without them, yet
Mysteries held, fusion or fission?

Alone you and I were, and we stood
Together to show what love is,
Blends and collisions of breath and skin,
Eyes synchronized, silence and peace.

Both robbed hearts and connected
Every choice, every dream and the wish
To constantly make the memories, turning
Present into past and future, this warm kiss.

Few years passed, and our lives on the edge,
Pacing fast like a dubious jet train
With the rails swirling down the whirl
Of sadness; darting words and heavy rain.

A lot to learn, start from today,
Tear our minds and let it grow in a sphere,
As motion controls the time, waste it may be,
Lets nurture this love and start to care.

The truth and faith always lies in the heart
Yet, the battle with illusions obscure,
Victory of deaf ears why let it be?
Level the fears and sit here with me

Lighting those candles, reviving the colors,
This halo of rainbow surrounds me and you
Time flies may be, and memories disappear, but
Never growing old, our love story is always new.

– Nakul Regmi

“Thank you for listening to Jason Marz, Keith Urban, John Legend and Justin Timberlake. Also, thank you for reading my words in between the videos.”


The Only Truth – The Past

For me, future has always doomed my eyes. The more I wanted to spray the artificial rose fragrance into it, the more nasty it smelled. The urge of this infinite thirst and need, piling up on me like the procrastinator’s list of ‘Things to do’, has shown me that it is not the way to find the truth about what humanity holds. The tree starts with a seed and grows into different branches and then leaves appear. After that, the beautiful flowers and fruits paint the green canvas into Dali’s ‘Persistence of Memory’, Van Gogh’s ‘Starry Night’, and Monet’s ‘Nimphee’. And then everything repeats.

With a faint hope in the future, I started defining that present is what it takes for a life to accelerate. I started to train it and discipline it to catch the moving trend of all human beings. But, the more I try to hold on to it, the faster it was sliding off of my hands. Just like sand. And all this just pushed me towards the past to decelerate more. The rush of all living beings was too much for me to handle and I started to run low on spiritual energy from my own race.

Like a rock sliding down the hill from the top of the mountain, colliding with several other pointed, strong and sturdy stones, I also wished to stop against the pull of gravity and remain at rest before the motion created more unwanted friction. But again, there is this one single motion of the universe that always gets me. Until I levitate in the void, I shall always be moving either forward or backward. The direction still seems to be a mystery box so I still have to figure out which way is forward and which way is backward.


The rejection of change from different tribes all over the world makes me sad sometimes. It is almost like they are immune to the good vibe. Hundred years old wars are still in action. It seems like the gun barrels and our vocal cords never got their share of rest. I have been holding on to the ray of light like a passenger on a bus and patiently waiting for my turn to get off. I want to get off before the light eliminates itself with a heavy hit on something opaque in the way. That is inevitable. But, I wonder if this want to keep breathing is our destiny or the choices that we make. The motion has always given me a nauseating feeling. Rest has always helped me heal my wounds in the past, present and future. It is interesting how rest has survived in all forms of time, just like piles of photographs for every moment of time and yet everything sits on a jet plane trying to move fast from time in time towards time. I don’t know what is the rush about when you don’t know what is the direction you are heading?

Homo sapiens have neither satisfied their culture’s intelligence, nor they have cared to be in a level together with the wild animals. They love to live in their own pseudo world that they have created blocking all the access from the outside. Now tell me, if there is a war going on right outside your house, how safe do you feel inside your little 2 bedroom, 2 bathroom appartment? They are passively waiting but for what? I have no clue. They haven’t forgotten to increase their number though. For what? I have no clue. Interestingly, human beings take care of (murder) their own over populated mass and sometimes nature helps them to do that as well. Today, human beings are just a bunch of thunder storms in the inside and on the outside. I am waiting for them to be a silent lake. If two motions are equal but are in opposite direction and if they collide, they just trace their direction from where they came. So how could it be silent? I guess they have to move side by side so that the relative motion of the bodies or spirits are equal. At least they will be silent among themselves. Isn’t it?

Tracing what we know has always been a firm ground of what’s the next ground we have to step in. So look at the past and realize soon about your next step and ‘for what?’. I can only provide you with such vague questions that might thrust you to think for the answers. But always realize, it’s the questions that are important not the answers. Answers are mere reflection of your past or the bleak images of your past. If you want to answer, try to vision the entire humanity in it. Try to  scale entire world in it.

For some, sorry that I took your precious time away from you. For others, Thank you for your precious time.

Nakul Regmi


Even Teiresias could not figure,
the cries and complexity of such.
For seven or more, day and night,
Amazed and puzzled under the robe.
Removal of the omen, and yet cursed
by his own sensual, made blind yet again.

Tell me! Oh! I surely beg and plea.
Throw all your voices at me and I
shall embrace your true veiled face.
The virtuous and pure virgin visions,
that has been condemned inside such.
An illuded hope, such wraith will reveal.
The certainty has never astonished my conscience,
never challenged my confines of morality and faith.
A wrangle deep and a quest of such enigma has
Crippled me inside, filling me with but light.
Deceive, delude and diverge, if was facile,
Enslaved bliss and euphoria, I would have.

The fusion of our daily fierce and serenity,
has started emitting these fiery fire, burning
me and you more and more, rupturing our flesh.
Let this vehemence melt frozen paintings of such,
engraved inside this dubious–dusky heart,
and be unconstrained, unconcealed and unburdened.

This inadequate life, stealing bits from my clock,
gives me intolerable and complete desolation.
A map and one of many paths orbiting to join
me and the grail, for once and for eternity.
And I am here, comprehending the enigma of life.
Unsatisfied and restless, all alone. Victorious?

-Nakul Regmi

*Teiresias- a blind prophet of Thebes