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A dreamer’s politics

A dreamer’s politics

- by Sushant Thapa

The dream that you foster Upon the nest of the nation Sails on the exquisite bangs of time ...

Prepared for the worst (POEM)

Prepared for the worst (POEM)

- by Moin Uddin

Hey, are you listening? If then, I would say that you be prepared for the worst As no one will be with you on the roads ...

City Seen From the Front Yard

City Seen From the Front Yard

- by Parbat Lawati

Night after night, The city burgeoned upwards the landscape; making bland  The entertainment of my plays. ...

Insane lover

Insane lover

- by Sushant BK

Who are you and what you do?, I’m an insane lover, beat her black and blue. O gosh! Doubt, and questioned to self, Am I human or animal to stay in zoo? ...

Barren Paper

Barren Paper

- by Bhuwan Thapaliya

A pallid sheet of paper teases me with its randy glare, ...

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Deviation

Deviation

- by Basant Gurung

With the symphony of Lullaby I went into the trance

Forever

Forever

- by Biken K Dawadi

A communist would sympathize equality in the deepest trenches of humanity in terms of power and pelf in exchange for the degrading quality of her true self

A bottle of you

A bottle of you

- by Bhuwan Thapaliya

I often carry with me, a bottle. And at tense moments, when the Moon sweats

Stupid Heart

Stupid Heart

- by Arjun BK

As I often miss you,  there is no other way than to visit your profile Although going to your profile may not notify you about my love but your heart might have been notified by my heart I rarely  react to your photos But when you post a photo, I will be the happiest.

So much of pressure to handle

So much of pressure to handle

- by Moin Uddin

There's so much of chaos going on in mind What to do and what not to do makes us grind It takes so much of energy and we don't even know it  We are left paralyzed but no one notices it.

In the dark

In the dark

- by Biken K Dawadi

Fighting my demons, Alone in the dark. Chasing a mirage, Leaving no mark. Out in the darkness, Out in the night, Nothing can reach me, Nothing but blight.

My first job in US, an unforgettable experience

My first job in US, an unforgettable experience

- by Ramchandra KC

It had been 6 weeks since I arrived in the United States from Nepal.The year was 2013. I was scouting Brighten Avenue in Boston in search of a job. I was with my friend, Ritesh, who came to the US two months before my arrival.

The unknown friend in me

The unknown friend in me

- by Sushant Thapa

When shadows are more darker than the soul within , which is lighter The sanity in me drives me insane. I am ordinarily engulfed by detachment sipping in me like a chilling fever

Drowning in air

Drowning in air

- by Lazzana Goverdhan

Lying beside my ruins conceived through grave storm Blowing away all safe spaces; making me cold

Rendezvous

Rendezvous

- by Rajeeb Shrestha

A rowdy rendered into the rhetoric of Reading and writing reckoning the riot Leaving thud of throb as he scrawled and scribbled The resolution of stray constellations

Future

Future

- by Bhuwan Thapaliya

As a gust of wind sends the curtains flapping wildly, I wonder about our future. The future is signaling us to go back. The Future is telling us to stop where we are now. But we pretend not to hear.

A poet

A poet

- by Sushant Thapa

A poet of the word Where my pen meets and cuddles, my withering intuitions   You are my subject of interrogation Your voice is the howl Of the slumbering ego

She has wings

She has wings

- by Moin Uddin

Sometimes I wonder that what's the point of missing her if she doesn't have feelings I try to let go of her thoughts but that keeps nagging Sometimes I wonder does she think of me like I do think of her in evening I try to forget her by consoling heart that its over and I've to let go of feelings.