Slok Gyawali

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Slok
Gyawali

Slok Gyawali does not want to use his name but can't think of a cool enough nom de plume. He likes reading. He has a blog - http://mastervslave.blogspot.com and wants you all to check it out.


  • When I was young I got into a lot of fights with my brother and being the “mama’s boy,” I ran and complained to my mother about what a bully my brother was and how he beat me without any fault of mine. My mother the most bi-partisan of mothers that she is, scolded my brother and then with wisdom filled eyes always said to me “son it takes two hands to clap”.

  • I see a reflection of a beautiful girl behind me, so being the gentleman, I hope I am, I humbly open the door, and stand holding the door with a moronic smile on my face. The girl stares at me; I stare back hoping that this exchange of glares turns into romantic barter of love (just like the movies). She moves closer to me….

  • It amazes me to see how inarticulate I am in Nepali. My writing skills are deplorable, my reading is slow and unsteady, and my speaking could use a lot of work...

  • this is my city
    its narrow streets clogged with burning passion.
    ancient temples that have stood the test of time and
    secret lovers.
    silent idols bowed to, prayed to and died for.

    this is my city
    unlike what the Catholic said
    I belong here
    with its tiers burning my eyes
    so much red it could drown all the bourgeois.
    absorbing every soul that enters this wooden temple
    overflowing like the dumpsters into the streets
    reeking of mellow yesteryears...

  • “We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among...