Tel aviv, israel.. 

To the place i belong for this span of time,

ive forgotten kathmandu.I ve forgotten the lap of my country-nepal.Where i was always used to be top of the world like my mount everest.I ve forgotten the promise i made with those green hills,trees,rivers n waving paddy fields.

I m here in israel-
the holylland of history wondering in tel aviv,n observing the reality that tis being turned into land of fire.

if u see true zewish dattis,lives are old here, older than olive mountain n trees.N paradoxically the new generation,the development of science n technology, make the lives younger than the water of mediterrean sea.
Growing like seeds of sand,the
lives are simple yet
so complex,so confusing yet so interesting,so lovely yet so
wonderful.

we woner so in every holiday of sabbath,from dead sea to galilee,
from jerusalem to haifa
n the whole israel,but the defination of heaven n hell ends here.

i analyse nothing

When i see the news of gaza,news of rockets explosions n palestinian struggle in the birthland of JESUS CHRIST.

N i compare the maoist struggle of my country- nepal the birthland of BUDDA.

……the bombs n killings hunts my past memories of nepal n take me back there.

…..i hear some voices r calling me in morning hour ….but
i know ive to pave…..
pave towards the thin streets n labyrinths of tel-aviv
like the lines of my hands,
my fate….
Ive to pave
anyway….