Rabin Khadka
Day and nightA handful fragranceBlows over hereWith the charming wayBut denies to confineYour stubborn upon meHow sweet you persecute! The adorable moment, of your...
Prakriti Shrestha
I still remember that night,Dark and desolate,Which forced me walk left and rightWith no electricity in the town.
Cold windTelling ghost stories in my...
Amrita Smriti
After I saw youI left heaven and came to you;Born, thereafter, was a new lifeFilled with life-tunes.
Together, we carved patterns of wishesAnd arrayed...
Naba Raj Lamsal
A mountain is never spentthough incessantly it sends milk downstream;only that, those who drink it are never satiated.A mountain is just a...
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...