Officials into corruption
- by Sumit Shrestha
Where is true and pure justice? When a victim needs it most Where is our professing government? When they take relief by her first
Gen-Next
Addiction
- by Faris Shamim
There are several causes of addiction. Generally most of them are bound to environment, genetics and age. These three are the major causes that lead an individual to addiction.
Roja!
- by Dipendra Thapa
In the core of my beating heart, There lives a person who sings a lot That smart-pulsating heart Acts like it is squeezing blood
Perhaps...
- by Sonam Lama
Perhaps I preferred canvas to my face, Perhaps the smooth texture Well-blended in the prints of my fingers,
Look ahead to focus forward
Dear Sadichha, I am a 28-year-old guy currently staying in the US. I moved here with my fiancé a year ago. We had been in a relationship for the past eight years before we moved to the US. She suddenly leaves home one day and calls me saying that she is in love with someone else.
Years from now...
Years from now This is going to be a story A story of your hard work Our sleepless nights, silent conversations
Before it ends
- by Moin Uddin
Why you don't let me know before it ends It might get into pieces of those moments There were never much of such events So let your heart speak before it gets tangled in chains.
Being a congenial teacher
- by Saugat Singh Saud
It wasn’t an easy decision to opt for being a teacher. In 2015, I thought about it for hundred times before denying the offer to work as an associate of a Front Office Department.
Love Invasion
- by Prakash Pradhan
It’s a matter, Ultimately a first sky, a sober rain down, Cast my pan on, Click of a time, a huge of the world made it on,
Misuse of learning through technology
- by Prallabi Lohani
Students, better known as learners are the future of tomorrow’s world. They are the ones who get involved in activities like gaining contemporary knowledge with the growing technology and the fast developing world.
Metamorphosis
- by Sonam Lama
Striding along the forest avenue The steps prolonged without any clue Unkempt tresses, fire engulfing-eyes Shedding lies
Leaving warmth
- by Aastha Ghimire
Birds chirped, Intrigued by first ray from the east. Awoke a man, Intrigued by thought of his bread. Left warmth those who questioned survival, I laid there, as a breathing corpse, Survival never a problem, Bliss swept below sewage,
My feelings
- by Nabin Saud
We became friends. Time went on and we became closer to each other. Let's enter to the main thing I am writing about: love. I was falling in love with her. Every time she gets closer to me, I eventually feel the feelings more than before. Feelings, is that what we used to call love. But love is not a temporary feelings or emotions. Emotions & feelings change, sometimes daily.
Second chance
- by Sayana Rai
‘Tring! tring!' the phone rang from the living room and I hurried to pick it up. I was anxious to know if it was from the person I hoped it was from. As the receiver reached my ear, my heart beat increased by ten folds. It was him! That husky beautiful voice sent ripples down my stomach.
Don’t give up easily!
Don’t run away. If you start running away from any hardships or challenges that come your way, then you will be running all your life. Three months will go by in a jiffy. Be dedicated and don’t give up easily.
The vengeance
- by Yubraj Karki
I pulled off the bed sheet from the bed and tore it into two halves. I shrouded each of the bodies with two halves of the bed sheet and fastened them with a rope. I dragged the bodies clutching on the rope with one hand and carried an axe in the other. The floor was completely smeared with blood gushing out of the bodies, as I dragged them through the corridor, down the staircase and to the parking lot where I had parked my car. The cold breeze blew as I reached the parking lot dragging the bodies. I could hear the sound of howling wind, barking dogs and the roar of the engines of the vehicles that rattled down the distant highway. I produced a key from my pants pocket and unlocked the trunk of the car with it. The trunk opened with a short creaking sound that reverberated across the street. I hurriedly loaded the bodies on the trunk and locked the trunk immediately. I got into the car, inserted the key and started the engine. The engine stammered into life and I fled before someone could catch me.
Why should I fly back?
- by Amrit Poudel
To the land Where wonders exist Falls, Rivers, Parks Skyscrapers, aesthetic towns Lamborghinis, Mercedes Though I have been part of it for years My heart still remains stranded Gets lost in the crowd of materialistic bondage
Books saved me
- by Aishwarya Baidar
When I was in the seventh grade, I received a book as a gift from my sister. It was The Three Musketeers by Alexandre Dumas. After that, I spent all of my pocket money in buying novels. I also had a thing for fancy stationeries; I always opted buying fancy notebooks, notebooks which later were filled with poems, wishful thoughts, award acceptance speeches, and sometimes raps as well. The pages of the novels I owned and the notebooks I filled are my most prized possessions.
Game of love
- by Prakash Pradhan
A game of love and a game of hide & seek, Live on signs & the place obscure, An obscure me, treat human a human But on the beast skin to roam aside.