Prashanta Shrestha

I always feel that pretty face,
But I find nothing except empty space.
Every moment I want to listen that soft voice,
But it just became my virtual choice.
My heart searches for that wonderful joy,
But it always returns me tear in my eye.
Every time I pretend that I am fine,
But only my heart knows this pain.

Posted in my old blog on Friday, December 12th, 2008

A childish question again! But think seriously and sincerely. It is really hard to be honest and sometimes it hurts a lot. Everybody wishes to be nice. But sometimes situation may come that we can’t be honest and nice at the same time. We want to be nice always in any charge. That’s a reason why we can’t be honest every time. I don’t believe that all truths are malicious but I know some are cruel. I guess that’s why we pretend to be good without revealing the truth. Read more…