How can someone love a person so much?
- by Moin Uddin
How can someone love a person so much? This is what she asks when I talk to her while strolling around a hutch That was the question for me to answer As that person was...
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Me time for a while
- by Sabina Thapa
In the hustle bustle of daily life, with the responsibilities and a schedule tight. You forget your own worth and existence, Constantly moving to accomplish your ambitions. You deserve break, You deserve your self time, ...
Dear Daughter
- by Rajani Regmi
Please remember, to the whole world you might be one But to one you are the whole world When in all doubts, confusions, forced obligations ...
Dragonflies don’t visit me anymore
- by Basanti Timalsina
It was many years back I was barely six when I used to run through fields and chase dragonflies, especially those huge red ones were my favorite. I marched through marshes and mud to take...
My Mother’s China Cup
- by Basanti Timalsina
This floral printed china cup came to my mom from her mother. ...
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A Ramble to nostalgic alleys!
- by Rajeeb Shrestha
I wondered for How many centuries These narrow alleys might have Existed and the people Who lived here with Gods and Deities With a life so divinely inspired to festivities Celebrated in devotion to those Divine-beings!!
Don't be lazy
- by Moin Uddin
Keep up with your pace And enjoy being on your space Be strong and ace Oh be humble and never try to chase
Selfish City
- by Bhoj Kumar Dhamala
No one knows what his next door does Trust, a mere story, hectic appearance For bread and butter I think this fuss Money, matter, you no eat golden rice
Ekadesh Ma, an exhibition with a difference!
- by Rajeeb Shrestha
I entered to the gallery on Saturday evening but my mood changed immediately and became bewildered after observing 38 breathtaking images that were captured within the time span of nearly four years (2017 to 2021).
Be willing to go through pain
- by Moin Uddin
Be strong to follow your dreams Be consistent with your strategy but remain flexible when in needs Never lose sight and just be focused And work hard and remain robust
In Between Us
- by Rupsingh Bhandari
In between us Separation is flowing from long before The bridges of trust still unrepairable The endlessness, I can’t demark But the heady height of pains
Your time is limited
- by Moin Uddin
Keep on working on your dreams Keep on pushing yourself There won't be anyone to help you at first But you keep the focus and maintain in the race.
I dare to walk on a hush road…
- by Susmita Aryal
The rain is raining heavily I move my legs on the hush road My gaze at the glinted diamond at the bus I feel, i am the only one there I take an extra step
Twilight’s Birds
- by Rupsingh Bhandari
A bunch of birds Into the sky were cawing Flipping back and front against the evening wind, Some were trying to balanced Unmoved. My heart as well as was floating higher than them In a hazy recollection of my past.
Dear Mountain
- by Rupsingh Bhandari
Every morning When you arrives in my eyes My heart departs towards your majesty… Every day I climb your dignity and I fall off from your top unfurling My autonomous kingdom of freedom,
Empathy
- by Sushant Thapa
Some of my poems are wordless and do not make a human out of it. I find it extremely difficult to feel like other humans Perhaps I have only learnt to be like a human and not feel like one.
Life sometimes is dull
- by Moin Uddin
I am not sure of what should I write So many thoughts are passing through sights I am feeling like I am going crazy My mind is wandering as if in hazy
Stuck in a Snow Globe
- by Aakanchhya Neupane
I was at the dance moms meet and greet and my stomach was about to drop to the floor! I was a really big fan of the all-time TV show, dance moms! The dancers were incredible! I looked over to the dancers and saw something that I had never seen before! ABBY LEE MILLER! Abby Lee was the choreographer of every dance performance, duet, and solos! I was beyond speechless.
Slave of Time
- by Sugam Gautam
A lot has changed between now and then. Unknowingly, a thin line of hair in my jaw has grown in a wild manner. Never thought it would.
Temple
- by Sushant Thapa
When temples get colored When the idols of gods and goddesses Replaced by human conscience Whitewash the sorrow