Deepawali

In the twilight glow, the lamps arise, 
Deepawali whispers under starlit skies, 
Colors dance, a vibrant sight, 
Hearts unite with joy and light. 

Deusi-bhailo, in rhythm we sing, 
Celebration flows as the festive bells ring, 
Footsteps echo on cobblestone streets, 
Neighbors gather, where laughter meets. 

With sweets and treats, we share our fare, 
Bright rangoli painted with love and care, 
Parents smile, children gleam, 
In every moment, we weave a dream. 

Candles flicker, illuminating hope, 
In the warmth of love, we learn to cope, 
Glowing diyas chase shadows away, 
In unity, we find our way. 

Music soars, our voices rise, 
Underneath the moonlit skies, 
Deusi-bhailo, a joyful refrain, 
Binding our hearts, easing the pain. 

As dawn approaches, the night will fade, 
Memories linger, the bonds we've made, 
Through Deepawali, our spirits soar, 
In light, we find peace, forevermore.

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In the Land of Broken Dreams

In our hills where whispers roam,
The sun shines bright but feels like stone,
The bustling streets, once full of cheer,
Now echo sighs that none can hear.

The hustlers toil, day and night,  
Their backs are bent, they fight the fight,  
With sweat on brows and hope in eyes,  
While leaders scheme in lavish lies.

"They're honest!" We chant, "They care!"  
Yet empty hands just grasp the air,  
In power's grip, the wrongdoers cling,  
While honest hearts hear freedom sing.

Through marches bold, our voices rise,  
"We seek the truth!" we call through cries,  
Yet every vote, a card that's played,  
As truth gets lost in charades displayed.

Corruption drips like poisoned rain,  
The smuggled hopes, a silent pain,  
Extortion greets our every plea,  
While dreamers drown in apathy.

Oh, noble hearts that break the mold,  
You trust in tales that once were told,  
But in the shadows, greed takes flight,  
Turning daydreams into night.

Nepal, sweet land of golden past,  
Why is your light so dimmed at last?  
For those who play the crooked game,  
Their thirst for power burns like flame.

With hunger gnawing at our bones,  
The cries of children echo in tones,  
"Where is the change? Where is the care?"  
In every heart, a silent dare.

So let’s unite, hand in hand,  
To bring back hope to this fair land,  
For in our souls, the fire glows,  
With dreams of peace that never close.

Together we’ll rise, we’ll break the chain,  
In unity, we’ll share the pain,  
And push aside the dust of greed,  
For every Nepali, we’ll sow the seed.

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Threads of Connection

In the heart of Nepal, where rivers flow,  

A bond between generations, rich and aglow.  

The youngest often reach with a call or a text,  

Yet it's the elders’ wisdom that truly connects.  

Oh, elders, with stories from ages gone by,  

Your guidance is treasure, under the vast sky.  

Teach us the manners, the values you hold,  

For in your soft whispers, our futures unfold.  

In laughter and lessons, let unity reign,  

Without your embrace, love could wane and wane.  

A message, a visit, just a moment to share,  

Fosters the ties that we’re all meant to bear.  

When silence grows louder, and the distance expands,  

The fabric of family slips through our hands.  

For it's not just the young who must reach for the phone,  

It’s the duty of elders to guide us, their own.  

So, take up the mantle, extend out your hand,  

In every small gesture, let connection withstand.  

For years may pass swiftly, like whispers in breeze,  

But love shared in presence, will grant us our peace.  

Don’t let the gaps widen, don’t let the ties fray,  

Stay in touch with your kin; light their pathway.  

In laughter, in sorrow, let your wisdom be known,  

For our hearts are the seeds from the love we have sown.  

Let’s nurture these roots, tend the garden we share,  

With respect and with kindness, breathe family air.  

In the tapestry woven, let your threads brightly gleam,  

For together we flourish, in this beautiful dream.

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Beauty over Broom

In a house where clutter’s got a sturdy stance,  

Dwells a wife who’s mastered the beauty dance.  

With a broom in one hand, and a brush in the other,  

She sweeps and she slays, like a fashion had mother.  

“Oh, darling,” she sighs, with a glimmering eye,  

“Life’s a tough grind,” but she’s ready to fly.  

Dishes unsorted, laundry piled high,  

Yet her eyebrows are lifted, her lashes will fly.  

To the beauty salon, she’s a queen on her throne,  

While the dust bunnies gather, neglected, alone.  

“Realistic,” she claims, with a mask on her face,  

But the only real thing is her ongoing chase.  

“Moderation!” she cries, as she orders up two,  

Sprays and tonics, and brightening glue.  

Her phone's buzzing fiercely:  “Another new trend!”  

A selfie, a filter, a blemish to mend.  

The world’s full of chaos and visible grime,  

Yet her world is glimmering; she’s right on time.  

“Who has the heart for chores in this race?”  

A primped princess, she evades common space.  

At playdates, she talks of the latest regime,  

“You simply must try this new serum, it’s supreme!”  

And while others are baking, cooking dinner with ease,  

She’s perfecting her pout, all while sipping on teas.  

“Hard work?” she asserts, “Oh, it’s such a chore!”  

But she doesn’t quite care—she’s off to explore  

The magic of facials, and nails painted bright,  

While she leaves the housework to dust in the light.  

So here’s to the wife, both deluded and spry,  

Chasing aesthetics as the laundry piles high.  

Realism’s just a glamorous guise  

For kingdom of mirrors, not practical lives.

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The Periodic Table

Let us remember the elements of the periodic table through the poem:

Hydrogen, helium, lithium to start,

Beryllium, boron, carbon play a part.

Nitrogen, oxygen, fluorine pure,

Neon, sodium, magnesium endure.

Aluminum, silicon, phosphorus bright,

Sulfur, chlorine, argon bring light.

Potassium, calcium, scandium swirl,

Titanium, vanadium, chromium unfurl.

Manganese, iron, cobalt strong,

Nickel, copper, zinc belong.

Gallium, germanium, arsenic glide,

Selenium, bromine, krypton hide.

Rubidium, strontium, yttrium soar,

Zirconium, niobium, molybdenum explore.

Technetium, ruthenium, rhodium gleam,

Palladium, silver, cadmium beam.

Indium, tin, antimony grace,

Tellurium, iodine, xenon embrace.

Cesium, barium, lanthanum bloom,

Cerium, praseodymium, neodymium groom.

Promethium, samarium, europium spark,

Gadolinium, terbium, dysprosium dark.

Holmium, erbium, thulium deem,

Ytterbium, lutetium, hafnium dream.

Tantalum, tungsten, rhenium shine,

Osmium, iridium, platinum refine.

Gold, mercury, thallium call,

Lead, bismuth, polonium all.

Astatine, radon, francium rare,

Radium, actinium, thorium fare.

Protactinium, uranium, neptunium peer,

Plutonium, americium, curium clear.

Berkelium, californium, einsteinium follow,

Fermium, mendelevium, nobelium bestow.

Lawrencium, rutherfordium, dubnium charm,

Seaborgium, bohrium, hassium disarm.

Meitnerium, darmstadtium, roentgenium zest,

Copernicium, nihonium, flerovium quest.

Moscovium, livermorium, tennessine strive,

Oganesson, the end, elements alive.

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Dashain

Dashain, the biggest and most important festival in Nepal, is a multi-day Hindu festival celebrated with great fervor and enthusiasm. This festival is also known as Dashera or Vijaya Dashami in some regions. It falls in the month of Ashwin (September/October) according to the Hindu lunar calendar and typically lasts for 15 days. Dashain holds immense cultural and religious significance for Nepalese people, symbolizing the victory of good over evil.

One of the central myths associated with Dashain is the legendary tale of the goddess Durga and the demon Mahishasura. According to Hindu mythology, Mahishasura was a powerful demon who wreaked havoc on Earth, causing destruction and chaos. To defeat him and restore balance, the gods united their powers to create the fierce goddess Durga. In a fierce battle that lasted for nine days and nights, Durga fought Mahishasura, eventually slaying him on the tenth day, which is known as Vijaya Dashami. This victory of Durga over Mahishasura symbolizes the triumph of good over evil, and during Dashain, devotees worship the goddess Durga and seek her blessings for protection and prosperity.

Another important myth associated with Dashain is the story of Lord Ram's victory over the demon king Ravana. According to the epic Ramayana, Lord Ram, along with his wife Sita and brother Lakshman, defeated the demon king Ravana after a fierce battle that lasted for ten days. Lord Ram's victory is celebrated as a triumph of righteousness and truth over evil and falsehood. During Dashain, the story of Lord Ram is recited, and effigies of Ravana are burnt in symbolic representation of the victory of good.

Dashain is a time for family gatherings, feasting, and merrymaking. Homes are cleaned and decorated, and people wear new clothes and receive blessings from their elders. Special puja ceremonies are conducted, offerings are made to the gods, and animals like buffaloes, goats, and chickens are sacrificed as part of the ritual, symbolizing the sacrifice of evil forces within oneself.

In conclusion, Dashain is a vibrant and joyous festival that brings communities together to celebrate shared beliefs and values. Through various rituals, myths, and traditions, Dashain reinforces the importance of virtues like truth, courage, and righteousness in overcoming adversity and achieving victory. It is a time of renewal, reflection, and celebration, marking the triumph of good over evil and the eternal power of hope and faith.

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Wifi Router

There once was a router so tall,

Hung on the wall in a hall,

It would blink and it'd beep,

But its WiFi was weak,

So it wasn't much use at all!

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Dashain and Tihar

In the heart of Autumn’s gentle sway,  

Two festivals dawn, lighting the way;  

Dashain first, with its grandeur and grace,  

A time for family, a sacred embrace.  

Goddess Durga rides fierce through the night,  

Vanquishing demons, restoring the light;  

With each flower and offering laid,  

A tapestry of devotion is beautifully made.  

The air filled with joy as the kalash is set,  

Kites soaring high, in skies they beget;  

Ancestral blessings, we seek and we take,  

Strength in our bonds, for our loved ones' sake.  

Then comes Tihar, the festival of lights,  

A dance of the lamps on the luminous nights;  

With marigold garlands and feasts that entice,  

We honor our loved ones, oh, how sweet is life!  

The crow, the dog, and the cow in their due,  

Each life valued, each spirit held true;  

With the flicker of diyas, the stories are spun,  

A celebration of love, where all hearts are one.  

Sisters and brothers, we share in the cheer,  

With laughter and music, our hearts draw near;  

The sounds of the drums, the sweet festive calls,  

In this colorful tapestry, unity enthralls.  

Dashain and Tihar, two jewels that combine,  

In the cultural mosaic, their brilliance will shine;  

As we gather together, in joy we partake,  

In the spirit of love, and the bonds that we make.

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