Creations

Poetry

Advertisement of Death

Nirdosh NP Come hither,we have an excellent Death.No restlessness, no pain,no anxiety, no tears,only peace everywhere while detaching soul from body. Give a chance to serve you – the...

Poetry

Falsity

Milan Acharya Someone secretly relayed:‘You are stunningly beautiful.’My brain smirkedAnd the mind set out, carrying with itA load of illusionsTo the market, where beauty could...

Poetry

The Sinking Liner

Niraj Singh Thakuri In the middle of an unfathomable oceanI can see a linerSinking bit by bit.I am on board the same linerLanguished at a...

Poetry

To the Market of Mirrors in Vain

Sudha M. Rai It was in vain,that I went to the market of mirrorsto look at my own image. I was fine – nothing ached, or...

Stories

Grandfather

Parshu Shrestha It was a bright sunny summer afternoon. Sitting on a stool on the front porch of my little tin-roofed house, I was polishing...

School Zone

The Story of Dhruva

Dhruva was the son of King Uttanpad. The king had two wives: Suruchi and Suniti. Suruchi had a son named Uttam and Suniti had...

Creations

Inside Home

Niraj DahalThat distant sunComes to touch me every dayBut my grandchildren playing in the front-yardDo not come to touch me.The sun doesn’t abhor anyone,...

Stories

The Home-coming

Rabindranath Tagore Phatik Chakravorti was ringleader among the boys of the village. A new mischief got into his head. There was a heavy log lying...

Poetry

My Mother’s Forty Years of Marital Bondage

Bhupal Rai The dark and overused potwhich my mother had continuously used in the kitchenFor the post for yearsbroke suddenly. No rumpus was createdEven my father...

Poetry