When giving my all wasn't enough,

And my golden affairs kept turning blue,

Like how the beautiful morning dew disappeared,

Belittling the glory of sunrise hue,

There I sit staring at you, mesmerised,

Knowing how much I love you,

For simply loving me.

"There are people who know me. And then there are people who think they know me. "

"What diversity in people you wonder?

Everyone is just skin and bones, fat and thin, 

with dreams and regrets, love and ponder. 

Little sadness, little numbness and few glory it holds,

while the dilemma to fly beyond yonder,

or choose small pleasures, takes its toll. "

-Hijas Shrestha