Bijaya Dhakal  White flowers look clean and beautifulThey may be dirty or clean nobody knows;Brown and black flowers look dirtyEven though beautiful.There was various flower...
Sambandh BhattaraiWhen rain had seized Kathmandu,And the roads had turned to rivers;The dullard buildings with their ashen chimneys,Alone, forlorn, all shivered.When rain had seized...
Almond Eyes
Your eyes are wordsspeaking the metrops*into desolation—those who disobeyed Time's reignand spoke evilly of our God.
All anew,the almonds of your pupilsare held by...
Sushant ThapaMy palm cannot stop the moonFrom being shy.The moon was my teacherAnd it taught me my ownBedtime stories. Â The reflection on the waterIs...
Sushant Thapa I burn the tears and The tissue papers, I am on my first issue of Forever Magazine.I have my used-to smile That I wear like the passing...
Sushant ThapaI sit on the observing porchThe evening flowerpotsSurrender to the concrete society. Tire marks on the footpath soilKeep returning.Heavy lorries,Industrial route,  Sunsari to Calcutta...
Sushant Thapa
The blank sky Still blueThe color not fadingMy task;The sweet plum is uneaten.Undone easeThe refrigerationFor winter, baking chilledElectric bills.Middle-class attire.The worldly desiresTo engulf...
Sushant Thapa
Why not a word todayA deed tomorrowA belief todayA worship tomorrowA seed todayA tree tomorrow.Touching the soil todayA blooming flower tomorrow.Aiming high todayReaching...