Hey!
- by Arjun BK
Everything we desire doesn’t get fulfilled Everything we pray doesn’t come on time It is all time that shows the difference Let it exemplify the hidden rhyme
Gen-Next
Dance for life
- by Nirajan Rijal
Saumyata talking to herself, “Oh my god, I am nervous. This is not the first time I am in front of the audience, yet why am I feeling so anxious.”
Confess
- by Aman Poddar
I thought, because we have been friends so long. We don't have to say things. I would show you the signs. And you would return the smile.
Penetrating the spider-web of information
- by Aashish Sunar
This age of social media is called the “Golden Age of Content.” Social media is full of freely available and accessible resources. But many people are overwhelmed by a large amount of content in social media like YouTube and Facebook.
YOU
- by Nirdesh Subedi
You are a kind heart that beats for others A genuine smile that spreads sweet colors You are an innocent child who is full of life In my gloomy journey, you are my fount of light
Do you?
- by Sayana Rai
Do you marvel at the mundane everyday things in life? Do you appreciate the warmth that spreads on your entire body when you lay there covered under the quilt?
The weeping tree
- by Surakshya Koirala
Sorry, I cannot shelter you anymore - Cried the chopped tree Once full of green, I was pleased to shade you from the heat
Car-mania!
- by Rajeeb Shrestha
In Nepal, automobiles were not introduced till the period of Rana Regime. The first car brought upon this country is a T-model Ford in 1912. It was the royal order for the personal use of the king of Nepal. This model-T Ford weighing 1 ton, was carried by 40 men in 10 rows from Amlekhganj to the capital city Kathmandu
The Dove’s Mockery
- by Sushan Gautam
I fly and gaze with a sigh As someone stops peace scheme the world has to try Because it gets heated when I wish it wouldn’t Because men do what they often shouldn’t Because agreements fail, and pursuits go wrong Conspiracies and Cold War all year along.
Prelude to Life
- by Sujana Aryal
Someone once told me a beautiful thing, " The sun never says, 'I'm tired!' Rises and Sets infinitely, See what happens with that kind of disposition? The whole world is lighted brightly!"
Stubbornness from both sides
- by Moin Uddin
I wonder where did I go wrong What did I do to go through hailstorm Was always devoted into prayers to get her And now I am cut into fragments divided in layers
The boat sailed its wings
- by Moin Uddin
And the boat sailed its wings Somewhere unknown where life would be in bliss Two souls wrapped in kiss Oh the boats were meant not to be missed
My School days
- by Kshitiz Jha
Being one of the most loved students by teacher, classmates and staffs at Rupy’s made me feel strong (in a figurative way) even though I was the smallest in height and the weakest in the class. Till grade six I did not know what hate was simply because people were kind around me and so was I. But as soon as I transferred school, I felt like I was snatched from my ‘comfort place’ and thrown to a dungeon filled with red eyed fox.
Only you my love
- by Moin Uddin
Just close your eyes and feel the words You'll find me there talking with birds
My journey of helping
- by Shikha Bahety
As a kid, if anyone asked me what I wanted to become, my answer varied every year, or should I say each quarter. As I grew, I did not have a concrete answer, but I knew I liked basketball as a sport and accounts as a subject. In no time, I started pursuing Chartered Accountancy. I completed the course with a lot of determination and perseverance while working at an audit firm. I realized this was not my calling and I was still trying to figure out what was. I transitioned my field from Accounting to Advertising, which was a huge step, and I never looked back and regretted any of my decisions.
Reminiscence
- by Blythe Malfoy
Today felt guilt when I reminisced your cry Wanted to console you that day but was too coward to try Assumed you wanted to be on your own So never asked you if something happened and why?
Noob in love
- by Dipendra Thapa
Noob in love is casting a spell It’s hard to show but easy to tell I am feeling like I am in the jail Scratching the wall, bending the bar Futile endeavors—released in the bail.
Dream with open eyes
- by Nirdesh Subedi
Since his childhood days, Siris always felt his love for expressing his feeling and point of views through music and poems. He gave credit to his family for this. As his family found peace in spiritual activities such as singing ‘bhajans’ every night at home. This way he always felt connected to words and sound