Mahesh Prasain
Every morning, land slides here;every afternoon, a mourning song of innumerable innocentsfatally breaks down herewhat then, if land slides?Let it slide.What if, blows...
Pratisara Sayam
Today’s tragic firesthicken with a residue of tearsAll my painful memoriesburnt awayFearing someone might noticethe leaking drops,I painted my face with a pleasant...
Sandhya Pahari
I want lightWhether that descendsFrom the skyOr rises from the earthOr blossoms in futurity.
My reason is simple —You cannot see pathIn the night...
Manasagni
A painter made a painting of the sunAnd showing the same, yelled—The picture is prettier than the sun.
Together with applause, he also received accolades...
Kedar Man Vyathit
Rippling, rippling with laughter,Kites are sporting in the sky.Like the imagination of the earth,Rapt in the spirit of a resurrection new,They soar,...
Rusis Tripathi
I want to keep writing till the last breathBut the words become scarce in admiring my darlingOnly her presence makes my life easy There...
Nitya Pandey
Weather in Kathmandu is unreliable. A sunny morning can bring a stormy nighttime and a rainy afternoon can lead to a balmy twilight.
Fortunately...