Bhuwan Thapaliya

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Bhuwan Thapaliya is a Kathmandu-based poet writing in English and an economist by profession, with four published poetry collections including Safa Tempo and the English translation of Hiranya Bhojpure’s novel Aang Sherpa.Contact: nepalipoet@yahoo.com

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Finding Grace in Chaos: Yuyutsu Sharma’s Poetry in Uncertain Times

Finding Grace in Chaos: Yuyutsu Sharma’s Poetry in Uncertain...

Set during the isolating months of the COVID-19 pandemic and concluding with travels in Ireland, the collection unfolds as a deeply personal yet universally resonant landscape.

Set during the isolating months of the COVID-19 pandemic and concluding with travels in Ireland, the collection unfolds as a deeply personal yet universally resonant landscape.

My City, Gen-Next, Slammed

Covid impasse

Covid impasse

A clear sky, light wind, antique curiosities, modern eyes. A simple house with a little garden and chairs to sit in and sip coffee and look at the people

A clear sky, light wind, antique curiosities, modern eyes. A simple house with a little garden and chairs to sit in and sip coffee and look at the people

My City, Gen-Next, Slammed

Confined

Confined

Walking the woods, Listening to their verdant secrets Braving a steady drizzle is a nostalgic joy

Walking the woods, Listening to their verdant secrets Braving a steady drizzle is a nostalgic joy

My City, Gen-Next, Slammed

O’ spring

O’ spring

In her own leisurely pace she has arrived riding the multicolored chariot of the flowers

In her own leisurely pace she has arrived riding the multicolored chariot of the flowers

My City, Gen-Next, Slammed

Glimpses of everyday life

Glimpses of everyday life

No noise, no chaos,no pollution; just the Bagmati river, shimmering in the moonlight And in the stifled light of a myriad stars.

No noise, no chaos,no pollution; just the Bagmati river, shimmering in the moonlight And in the stifled light of a myriad stars.

My City, Gen-Next, Slammed

If you were, never to say

If you were, never to say

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“If you were never to say, “I love you,” then my darling, I would paint the Sun with the Moon and the Moon with the Sun.

“If you were never to say, “I love you,” then my darling, I would paint the Sun with the Moon and the Moon with the Sun.

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My City, Gen-Next, Slammed

We are waiting

We are waiting

“ The winter has arrived,” said my mother, bracing against the frigid Annapurna’s wind and the spitting snow.

“ The winter has arrived,” said my mother, bracing against the frigid Annapurna’s wind and the spitting snow.

My City, Gen-Next, Slammed

Nothing changes

Nothing changes

if you don’t change yourself and your perception towards almost everything. As I get older, I am beginning

if you don’t change yourself and your perception towards almost everything. As I get older, I am beginning

My City, Gen-Next, Slammed

Grandfather's grey beard

Grandfather's grey beard

Long before the dawn, my grandfather’s whooping cough

Long before the dawn, my grandfather’s whooping cough

My City, Gen-Next, Slammed

Hope

Hope

I lie down by the river Sunkoshi stretching my arms toward eternity in search of you with the stars in my eyes

I lie down by the river Sunkoshi stretching my arms toward eternity in search of you with the stars in my eyes