Krishna Prasai
I remember—thousand and thousand pairs of pigeons,coming from the foreign landbeyond the village of Bibhu,flying in the sky, above my housein straight linessome...
Gaurav Ojha
I have not discarded myselfAs such to forget our shared experiencesBut the person I rememberMay not be the same person I have forgottenAnd,...
Shashi Sharma
It was night and darkOne could see nothing from afarI came nearerWith actual fearAnd a little hopeHope became hope.Her face was hiddenBy a...
Kewal Chandra Lama
The black morning, in a jacket of black leather,and a pair of black eyeglasses,saves us from the terrible bandit of nightmare, in...
Bimal Vaidhya
Leaving your brush in the pool of colors,you, the artistturned elsewhere.A form was taking shapeon the canvasapparently like a horsethat runs afar swiftlyseemingly...
LBÂ Chhetri
Hello, you allthe young ones!Where have you been?
Been to work, or to an inn?
A pendulum movesnow here, then there
Or a ballflies at the...
Prabesh Chapagain
Thrust into ‘becoming’, this existence: a paradox it seems!Where life and death in two spectrums,Ever toys with the ‘being’ in question.
Suckling on life’s...
Saroj Jha
I’d be lying if I agree,I don’t know if she did cry,That shows you don’t care,You’d say that it’s fine,Dear brother, your girlfriend...
Hira Akash
Attack our settlementsbombard our rooftops and fire gunsat our chests in any number you canor trample on our bodywith you jackboots until they...
