Ayushma Regmi

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by Ayushma Regmi 03 April 2009
Ayushma
Regmi

Ayushma Regmi lives in the outskirts of Kathmandu and likes to think of herself as a villager. She dreams of a world where people don't have careers or passports and where everything is without a name. Always looking for a job but never fully employed, she juggles her time between university lectures, dubious kitchen experiments, Scribble Wibble, and V.E.N.T! Magazine. If things work according to plan, Ayushma would eventually like to open a school in a real village somewhere in Nepal where she can teach, learn, grow her own food and milk cows. Contact her at ayushma AT ventzine DOT com.

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  • gold

    I'm back out of track

    the tragedies you breed in the farm of your heart
    keep me alive
    living
    amidst the songs of L. Cohen
    in between lines sung by a voice
    that almost wishes it had not spoken

    You send me regards
    I send you regrets

    I'm always glad you stand in my way

    the clashing of gold and diamond
    produces no metal
    no stone
    only music
    that sparkles like a diamond
    and glistens like gold

  • Daddy

    Daddy burns helicopters on mobile phones.
    Daddy talks of helicopters on mobile phones.
    Daddy burns
    Restless
    Helplessly powerful
    Inherently weak.

    Daddy does
    Creates
    Captivates
    Daddy has come
    But Daddy walks alone...

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