Voices inside the head

It kills you from inside,

Haunts every night

Echoes inside the head

Like demons calling from hell.

Paint a smile

Of no joy

Keep moving

Thinking you will find what lacks behind.

Say, Hi! To your friends

Give them a smile

Yes, I’m proud of you, boy

Even it kills you from inside.

Your girlfriend left you at the edge

What a fucking disgrace!

Now you even can’t concentrate

Your study going down the drain.

R u thinking of expressing...

Crush

From the moment I met you ya

My life was all you

You’re the star that turns ordinaries in to extra ordinaries

One after another everything is special

The things you’re interested in the way you talk or walk and every little trivial of yours

If we follow each other at Ask Mattrab, you will read this at some point. How are you?

Since, I don't have any past experience with theatre, I want to recall one of my favorite pastime. I will take you to my childhood when I was in my village in Nepal.

In our corn field, my grandfather used to plough the land with oxes. I used to be fascinated by watching him and had great desire to plough the land. However, the oxes were too big for me to control. I wouldn't be able to even raise and move the plough that my granny...