Latte with Parkinson's

Her tremors gave me an acknowledgement

I should leave her this time for good .

Far, on a bench of wallstreet, I sat and glanced her.

Again, she made me look like an imbecile child

who would do anything for her , if it was to be my fate .

She rushed towards me trembling , her hands shaking

like they had never tasted the calmness before.

Her fingers looked like they were in a hurry

searching for a moment to stop somewhere

in the middle of street and feel how still they really can be.

I knew though she was stage 1 , I had to suffer a lot

Shaking limbs was the least of the priority to set ,

she could even forget me , my whole essence

even the idea ,"We were made for each other ."

I was afraid if Parkinson's would walk off with her

and I would still be sitting on the bench

wondering I could have loved her more .

A grin on her face on this cold winter morning

and it makes me forget all.

She is again a woman I met at the Starbucks

perfectly poised , sitting on the corner seat and

drinking a Cinnamon Dolce Latte without sugar.

Finally she made it to me and asked to ramble

Though my mind denied this time but my body

Yes , my body had a different story to be told .

It didn't even ask the permission of the ultimate

it just gave a new blow to my life , in fact a new pinch.

In this way , I am walking on a path of oblivion

where she could still exist but the essence of me

which she enjoys now would soon be gone .

-Roshan

#feeling_of_getting_wet

I wanted to get out in the rain
the downfall that fell after a years it seemed
and the wet dreams with the rainy night
a great bang bang with a slut
and the ah. ahh... with the prostitute
oh my god she also had a name
no one would really care of
push of my body with the full pressure and energy i had
fired like the body stamina doubled for the moment
she could bear this i had no idea about
I like it , hard , just hard reply
making me more fierce with my act
and she did it lake a lollipop
it was even more hard to control
the softness of the tongue and that muscular hit of two
was all a man can fantasize about
finally a relaxed moment of a man
like the moment woman has after delivery
the outcome of energy in the form of viscous fluid
this is the time most of the men wake up
in the four walls of their home
With a grin on their face and hoping a tight sleep !!

- Roshan

#girl_who_was_shot‬

So , you saw her anxious face,
Reddish cheeks ,
Blood oozing out the forehead,
travelling between the eyes through
the cartilage of nose to the tip and
finally ditched her thirst with cold blood
entering through her despicable lips.
She was shot in her temples
As if her wonderful moments were thrashed in a second
the blow of wind powerful enough
to blow her mind out the skull
with the splash of blood stuck by the wall .
She did see the guy,
he/she/it/they can be any
she drank the culprits identity
with the cold blood,
the thicket of dark red viscous color flow
concealing the face of criminal.
The trembling mind could visualize " revolver " pointed nearby
whole body horrified, hands joined for mercy
blackened her world
leaving her whole room messy .
Police intrigued for the barbarous criminal,
Investigation fastidious and synchronized
the darkness ahead removed
by a pinch of light.
Finally able to identify
who the hell was the guy ?
the loads of hitting and screaming confessed
the boyfriend whom she deceived
with the kiss of her despicable lips.
The agony embraced his fingers
clutch the trigger,
blissfully loving her with the trembling last blow
the act made his heart bleed with tears flow.
- रोशन साह

#‎give_me_ur_loaded_gun‬ & ‪#‎I_will_provide_salvation_with_condition‬
Now , here I am standing , holding ur loaded gun,
I thought you would hand me a pistol,
But it happened to be a shot gun.
Yeah!!! I am holding it, to shoot you right at ur mind,
Blow up and make u free from ur dreadliest crime .
Then what , if I shoot u !!!
Then what, if you misjudged me !!!
Then what, if you don't give chance to explain!!!
then what , if u call me a stabber !!!
You couldn't over rule ur doubt .
Just because some bitches say I am their dog
You were busy commenting nonsense, leaving me numb and dumb.
I created lullaby for u ,
you thought it to be cacophony .
I tried to mix sweet melody of my essence in air,
the fragrance of my body, poison you said was there.
There's problem in ur motor nerves,
suffocation was actually the result of ur sensory nerve.
For you sense whats not true.
My perpetual love was as pure as a newly born baby
Never thought ur insecurity would turn into betray ,
I am sorry , my love couldn't convince you ,
May be my love was a fault,
Believe me !! tried hard , couldn't correct,
there was no default.
I was fucked off the moment I read ur note ,
I broke into pieces,
The time you said " I was stabbing"
Still couldn't believe ur quote.
Hey girl!!! who corrupted ur mind with this shit??
The time u left me,
You wrote condolence to ur own life .
Even a stabber needs a knife , i was handed a gun.(haha)
Though the beats of heart enchanted ur name,
though i could see perfection in ur imperfections
though i loved u with all of me,
Hat's off (2)!! to ur skeptic thoughts,
All in vain , you gave this the name of game .

 Will ur soul get deliverance after knowing you were wrong?
Wait,
I will give u the salvation , not with a loaded with a loaded gun .
with a bottle of whiskey full of memories ,
Come on !! strike it right into ur mind.
I will still be waiting for u ,
if u want to be mine,
For my love is perpetual, u cannot turn it down.

#‎u_say_love_is_beyond_anything‬ , ‪#‎but_u_doubt_the_next_morning‬

ohh !!! pretty damsel, u say present is everything but what about my past
Everyday is new for you , I howl for the past
Every night before sleeping , I plan for tomorrow
My present is good, dark is my future .
you see ...
Though I am silently crying ,I smile to wipe ur tears,
"Laugh"I keep on faking it, for the truth is bitter , u won't accept it.
You might not know who am I , but ur heart know,
Every time I approach you, why u freeze like snow?
Yesterday you were mine , today u ask my identity
The essence of heart is old ,
only the fillings of mind has changed it's original core.
Love is beyond anything, God keeps on testing me,
When I say " I love u " , why don't u believe me?
I keep on reciting our stories of past,
Just to spend our present together
Trust me. trust me !! when i see ur eyes
the residing glory can't help me stay farther .
I try to explain the mysterious true lies concealed in my eyes ,
Every time you fall,
for the unfathomable love you find in my eyes .
When you feel sth for me ,
that's the moment I fall for you,
I never blame your memory ,
i blame myself for my skeptic thought,
Not because you play me, Alzheimer you have they say me .(‪#‎line‬ ‪#‎copied‬ ‪#‎anjil‬ ‪#‎adhikari‬ )
I become imbecile to make you smile
The utterance of "3 lovely words " you do at the end of the day
makes me a worthy man
to make our each day first lovestory.

#Lost_In_Nostalgia

 with the end of summer , monsoon hits the heaven.
trees starts shaking , singing song of discern.
Eccentricity touches all animals
delighted heart jumps in the pond of feeling,
wet paper console the writer , enduring the pain of poking


Wind counter-attacks the woods,
leaves fall down, squirrel and goose find their foods,
The crunchiness of dried leaves and the watery mouth,
slips down many agonizing writer , the aroma of freshy amaranth.


Captivating blueness of sky reflected by sea ,
Caged birds fly miles ahead to quench thirst,
Gruesome fish dives unleashing the happiness ,
Feelings synchronized and intense, even ragamuffin becomes a writer.


Sea looses it's virginity as king fisher penetrates for meal,
Hippo laughs ,whales amaze, crocodiles frown,
Instant movement leaves them "how ? "
Humid atmosphere is result of rain,
Sun compensates, giving rise to seven colorful babe's.
Brown eyes, milky white complexion , reddish temples with a purple gown
Sketches the words of love
Productive ground holds the beauty ,
Enjoying soft and smoothy blackened nailious fingers
Sweep of soil particles , writing the story of how we end ........ 

Feelings were poured down , 
 Within the heart ,
 travelling around till muscular contraction of finger .
 Blissful, delighted, thought to share it.
 but my intimates were the first to read ,
P.K "ta poet bhais"
 was the reaction.
 first time found sth imp in my name.
 Still unconvinced shared to others,
 in order to bounce back with more new mysteries.
 Oppositely ,
 Others laughed
 Some criticized
saying u must not be writing
 Some egoistic comments , buuhhh....


 I was afraid ,
 afraid to tear hurdle
 afraid to erase distance
 Between feeling and writing .
 Ohh No!!!! my writing isn't relevant ,
 should stop writing .
 Then,
Somewhere on the earth,
 someone was waiting waiting to read it,
 with more and more understanding
 In boxed a message
 said "was related to her"
Showed the mirror of her ,
 What??? I exclaimed
 Reaching the peak of happiness
 In spite, the happiness ,
 found someone who really comprehend me.
 But was sad to hear ,
 she was related to .
 With null mind ,


 I explained the fact
 Giving proper examples
 examples of career
 meanwhile ,
 I want to write till death bed ,
 was her reply.
 The turning point ,
 turning point of my life
 words became my destiny
 I started writing growing everyday
 She embraced my charm of writing.
 thanks to you ,
 Always think ,
 I will never understand you always leave my hands up to you .