The Height of Ignorance

Once, here in the largest multicultural city of British Isles, I was at work selling mulled wines; a couple of hipster-looking, indie-talking, young and vibrant women stared at me with scary curiosity who had the audacity to ask me if I was from Japan or Korea or a similar country like this. When I told them that I was from Nepal, one of the women clenched her fist and threw it up in the air with the supreme feeling of triumph and yelled, "See! I was close!" Well geographically speaking she missed by just about 3,000 miles. Actually what she really wanted to make clear was that it is 'insignificant'. 

Arms of the Sea

When your crystal smiling eyes

Look at me with profoundness

I can’t resist the kiss

From your lips soaked up with wine!

A simple gesture of leaving me a kiss

When I'm half awake

Lying on bed

Dreaming the dream

That I'm about to forget,

Serenades me to wake up

And live the day

Only to come back to you

Like a drop from a mountain

That finds its way

To the arms of the sea.