Manish Lamichhane

Drowned is the heart in the seas of pain It doesn't want to see me  It wants me to feel the death  But isn't it

I’m sorry to say that I am not sure what I’m writing. I suppose it’s a story that’s close enough to be read by you and felt by you, just you. The beauty that cannot be seen, that cannot be heard, that cannot be smelt; it can be felt. When you feel this beauty then you’ll see it, you’ll hear it, you’...

I was waiting for the moon to peek through the horizon as the wind persuaded the clouds above to drift pass. The sight made me feel like I was also hooked onto the swaying clouds. Suddenly, it started drizzling but my eyes eagerly waited for the first glimpse of the moon; I knew, despite the clouds,...