Pain can Dance – Tulsi Shrestha 

Drops of my tears

fall down

above the surface of 

Pensive heart

like ribbles in water surface 

That causes waves of impulse 

inside my heart

Which spreads upto

tips of forehead 

to bottom of 

my feets. 

My pains and griefs

starts to dance

like bubbles

In red wine

inside my

blood stream. 

My heart beats create

rhythmic melody 

of rhymes 

for them 

to dance 

Then Melancholy

occupied 

the room 

of own my

happiness . 

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Philosophy of Love – Tulsi Shrestha

 The pages of rhythm of my own life

Never matched with content of rhymes.

Like a couple, one can’t see 

and another can’t hear.

She cannot perceive the most enchanting 

voice and melody of her own beloved.

He cannot watch the most gorgeous 

beauty of his own beloved. 

Still they are perfect and ideal couple

in reflection of society and culture.

All his songs reveal beauty of femininity.

But none of them create image in mirror.

Her beloved prepared a full page of essay

explaining excellence of music and melody. 

She is beyond his imagination.

He is indeed beyond her perception. 

But souls of these two, 

dissolve inside one platform.

Both of them remind it as

ecstasy of passionate 

Love.
The pages of rhythm of my own life

Never matched with content of rhymes.

Like a couple, one can’t see 

and another can’t hear.

She cannot perceive the most enchanting 

voice and melody of her own beloved.

He cannot watch the most gorgeous 

beauty of his own beloved. 

Still they are perfect and ideal couple

in reflection of society and culture.

All his songs reveal beauty of femininity.

But none of them create image in mirror.

Her beloved prepared a full page of essay

explaining excellence of music and melody. 

She is beyond his imagination.

He is indeed beyond her perception. 

But souls of these two, 

dissolve inside one platform.

Both of them remind it as

ecstasy of passionate 

Love. 

Rainbow of my Life – Tulsi Shrestha

Indeed, you are rainbow of my life 

You are vision of my own eye – sight 

You are true destination of my flight 

Above all, are root cause of delight. 
You are sweet voice of my rejoice 

Aren’t you a dream of my own choice? 

From watery veil, you always peeps

To colour desolate life, full of weeps.
My whole philosophy resides inside you

One who colours black world, isn’t you? 

Dried wood transforms into green dream 

You revive the world from its scream.
Beneath the arch of your rainbow 

I sing and dance with ultimate joy 

I embrace you with passionate flight 

To feel a breath of infinite love.