IDEOLOGY of FOOL's

Oh, great wise fool with banners so bold,

Chanting old dogmas you barely uphold.
Your ideology; so rigid, so grand
Like a house of cards built on shifting sand.

Truth bends and breaks to fit in your mold,
Nuance? Complexity? Stories untold.
Shouting in echoes, so certain, so bright,
Yet reason retreats from the heat of your fight.

March on, dear thinker, so sure, so right,
Blinded by dogma, but bathed in its light.
The world spins on, unmoved by your creed
While wisdom dies where fools take the lead.

The Art of Falling Quietly

They told me mountains heal; that if I sit still enough,

breathe deep enough, I'll feel whole again.

But all I feel is the earth cracking under me,

the dry, brittle grass clawing at my skin,

and the wind screaming prayers

I no longer believe in.

I used to carry hope; tightly, like a fistful of glass
sharp, glittering, cutting me every time I tried to hold on.  

They called it love. I called it survival.
But who survives like this?
Who drags their heart to the edge of the world
just to watch it bleed out quietly
where no one is looking?

They never broke me; They didn’t have to.
They just took: some of my softness,
more of my belief in tomorrow,
Yes of course, my stupid desperate need to be seen.
They drained me slow, until I smiled through my own vanishing,
until I laughed at my own undoing.
God, I was so easy to forget.

And now, here I am.
Not peaceful. Not reborn.
Just another ruin on the mountainside,

watching the sun set on a life
I don’t even want back. What’s left to want?
When you’ve given until there’s nothing,
when love is just a beautiful way... to be left empty.

Call it healing if you want. Call it growth.
But I know the truth. I was never climbing;
I was falling all along... or call it; fallen long ago.

Footsteps or Footnotes???

The elders lead, heads held proud,
feet on steps well-worn, well plouged.
The young ones trail, heads bent low,
following where they “ought” to go.

A woman behind, a man ahead,
the script unchanged, the lines still read.
Her steps are light, her space is small,
or so they thought. She’ll change it all.

Yet not alone, hands reach, stay,
lifting, guiding, lighting way.
Wisdom lent, not caged nor tied,
strength in voices, walked beside.

So here we march, down for a new page,
wrapped in colors, freed from age.
The flags still dance, the sun still burns,
and now—we rise. It is our turn.

The Chapter of Change

 

Change was never a hollow space,
a missing piece, a thing replaced.

It was the rhythm of time unfurled,
a shift, a breath, a turning world.

She carved her days with quiet grace,
not erasing, but reshaping space.
A book, a journey, a transitory rest
small rewrites in time’s request.

She held her ground, her steadfast view,
unchanging, firm, and wholly true.
Yet life, with whispers soft or stern,
can twist the path, can force a turn.

She didn’t know, she couldn’t see,
that change was waiting patiently.

To All the Women and Girls: Right, Equality, and Empowerment

Nepalese women and girls have made notable progress in recent years, yet significant challenges persist. As of February 2024, women held 33.1% of parliamentary seats, reflecting strides in political representation. In the economic sphere, female labor force participation increased from 23.6% in 2010 to 28.6% in 2022, with women comprising 29.6% of managerial positions as of 2021. 

However, 34.9% of women aged 20–24 were married before 18, and only 61.9% of women aged 15–49 had their family planning needs met with modern methods as of 2019. Additionally, the adolescent birth rate remains high, and significant gaps persist in areas such as unpaid care work and access to assets. As we approach International Women's Day 2025, it is imperative to address these challenges through collective action. This day serves as a call to break barriers, uphold women's rights, and promote gender equality through practical steps. By fostering an environment where every woman and girl in Nepal can thrive, lead, and live with dignity, we can turn the promise of equality into reality.

Step by Step: Side by Side

We dream of a world where voices rise,
where hope unites, where justice flies.
Not yours, not mine—but ours to share,
a space for all, a future fair.

Hand in hand, we claim our place,
no walls to break, no lines to trace.
Opportunities, not just a few,
but open doors for me and you.

We march today, not just for rights,
but for a world where kindness lights.
To walk as one, to shape, to drive,
to build, to lift, to dream, to thrive.

With every step, with every stand,
we write the future, hand in hand.

In the hold of Stillness

Silent he sits, where all worlds begin,
Eyes shut tight, yet awake within.
Moonlight rests on matted crown,

Ganga cascades in silver gown.

He is calm of dusk, the storm of night,

Fire that burns with healing light.

In Tandava's beat, the cosmos sways

Birth and ruin in endless plays.

With Parvati's touch, the fierce grows mild,
Half ascetic, half love's child.
He drinks the dark for life to stay,
Lord of time, who gives and takes away.