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The question...

The question...

- by Rajani Regmi

Life has asked us a Multitude of times, a constant repeated question, Just with a different tone and rhyme; ...

Destiny

Destiny

- by Sushant Thapa

Thoughts have the power to see the unseen and hear the unheard Although, thoughts need rearrangement.   Destiny can always be altered  By changing the way one thinks. ...

The conspired winter

The conspired winter

- by Rupsingh Bhandari

The silence mornings Catnapped days Chilled evenings and frozen nights Muting the restless city Cuddling with uncertainty. ...

Scar of bruises

Scar of bruises

- by Moin Uddin

It's Thursday evening Been a while that I am lost somewhere in the midst of thinking I am sitting at the edge of the river And letting the water to hit me with its waves...

Melt her heart

Melt her heart

- by Moin Uddin

Here he's thinking that what went wrong Has he made a mistake or was just his illusions ...

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Grey of winter

Grey of winter

When the whining hounds Of piercing wind howls Outside your window panel

Desire

Desire

- by Sushant Thapa

To desire is to live like the gift crafted in the devil’s workshop The gift itself is desirous of the time when godly eyes can see it. Many steps it takes to really reach the right desire Make it not roll from above

Stream of consciousness

Stream of consciousness

- by Sushant Thapa

Abstaining from its definition,  I am using it.  Simple vow of flowing Never stopping and looking back

Time will run away

Time will run away

- by Moin Uddin

Time will run away if not taken a step It will just run away leaving only hard memories on each footsteps The heart will ask but will not get answer If not taken a step it will go through clutter

My 3-day trip to Lukla and Kala Patthar

My 3-day trip to Lukla and Kala Patthar

- by Prakrish Acharya

I started thinking about the trip. First, I was excited to visit the place as Lukla Airport is one of the most dangerous airports in the world. The second thought that came to my mind was, I would be walking for 4 hours per day as Google suggested, which I thought would be easy.

My adore to you

My adore to you

- by Karuna Shrestha

It's a great pleasure  To knowing you in a mass It's a vibrant treasure To showing you in a class

Time will run away

Time will run away

- by Moin Uddin

Time will run away if not taken a step It will just run away leaving only hard memories on each footsteps The heart will ask but will not get answer If not taken a step it will go through clutter

Wooden Window

Wooden Window

- by Sushant Thapa

I am in a room with artful wooden windows  They are not transparent  Yet, they reflect well the scene outside.  They are more open to me than the window of glass

Imaginary Love

Imaginary Love

- by Sabina Thapa

Fantasizing the unseen soul besides me, Inclining to the magical and divine heavenly World Hallucinating unheard voice, and the illusionary touch full of rejoice

The love wasn't meant to be

The love wasn't meant to be

- by Moin Uddin

I know its gonna hurt But you should go through it The love wasn't meant to be  Times were hinting but you didn't agree with it

Umbrella Love

Umbrella Love

- by Rajeeb Shrestha

Under the umber  Of umbrellas  The street was quite  Up to the hilt, And an ambience  Looked so eminent!

Rise and shine again

Rise and shine again

- by Sabina Thapa

The journey of a thousand miles, Full of aspirations and a clear vision. Life is not Linear; It’s a roller coaster ride, With ups and downs, highs and lows side by side.

Life: a Double-Edged knife

Life: a Double-Edged knife

- by Rupsingh Bhandari

Carrying a huge desire’s caravan Inside… Outside I am stoned – as if a mundane statue. Desire, chanting “Let us free” Boiling over me.

Let them ignore you

Let them ignore you

- by Moin Uddin

You have so much of potential To get the power of dreams you have to struggle It's just the battle between your yesterday and today for better tomorrow So move towards the progress so that you grow in the times of sorrow

Without you

Without you

- by Preety Subedi

My heart felt very heavy, millions of thoughts were going on in my brain. I was drowned in the dark ocean of my own thoughts. I did what society suggested to me.