Chaitanya Nazmul
Storm starts in its own nature,Let it be started;If something begins, what’s wrong!Lying on the meek galaxy of nightWe find the flavor and...
Prakriti Subedi
Togetherness and love in the familyA special bond is always thereThere is laughter and there is joyMany moments to enjoyThe feeling is so...
Krishna Bhushan Bal
Looking into the mirrorof the emerald meadow of waters,the moon has flashed a fruity chuckle.Tickled at the gentle touch of a breezethe...
Benju Sharma
Early morning on the head of the pillowSiren for the curfew blows,the siren of deathMovement of life is shot with bulletsthe sounds running...
Bhisma Upreti
A caravan of mulesjust went past this waystirring dust, as lovely as longingsand now,a band of weary portersis scaling the trail in the...
Eagam Khaling
Apurva Pradhan was a first-year English honors student, at Saint Augustine’s College, Darjeeling. She had lost her mother twelve years ago. She was...
Yogendra Guragain
These are the stairs where the dead gets burned to ashes.Nonetheless, the ghat looks lonely and bereft of dead bodies todayIts tranquility has...
RM Dangol
Every stepWhile taking a moveWe becoming aggressive as much as we thinkAnd the attack occurs continuously;We save ourselves as far as possibleThere is...
Sibu Dhakal
No sooner had she feltthe pelvic chill and the stainthan she was thrusted into the byre
and mured up thereinfollowed by rituals, thereafter,she could...
