About me

You are welcome to my personal blog. I am Kapil Dev Regmi, a graduate in English Language Teaching, Education and Sociology. Now I am a student at the University of British Columbia, Vancouver, BC. My area of research is lifelong learning in developing countries. This blog (ripples of my heart) is my personal inventory. It includes everything that comes in my mind. If any articles or notes in this blog impinge anyone that would only be a foible due to coincidence. Also visit my academic website (click here)

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Happy New Year 2067

Happy New Year!!!

Sunday, April 4, 2010

I Love You

I loved you, love you and will love you
Why you don't understand me
What are you trying to do
To this innocent man full of lovely heart
You have come to my life
You will be staying in my life
But why you don't understand me

Years have passed but you know
there have been much misery and resentment
than joys and happiness
you also know why it has happened
you also know why there are tears in you eyes
but why don't you try to soothe them as they are worthless
i have done nothing as such to cause tears in your beautiful eyes

the little flowers lurcing with the breeze of autman
have learnt how to create tears
you have taught them how to
weep without cause
you have taught them how to sob
without getting their heart really hurt

you have travelled a small part of our journey
there are miles to go before we sleep
but you seem to be tired in the middle
the little flowers with their wonderful
short journey have undergone through
miserable part of their journey

there have been rumours outside
we are not going to earn
no house, no car, no rice and no clothes
but i am sure we have been doing the best
a hut is more grandiose than a castle
if the dwellers are happy
why do you make such a fuss

people have earned you know
how they have done
there is more misery, pain and hurts
in their life
you know dear, money comes with pain
stays with pain and fades away with pain

so many people have money but non of them are happy
happiness is not in the castle full of tension
but in the hut of poors where there is tranquility
hut is more precious house if you have
made it with your own toil
i need nothing a beautiful hut
you me, and two little flowers
just two little flowers lurching
in the long route of my journey!!!