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Selfish City

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!

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

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

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

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. ...

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I dare to walk on a hush road…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Temple

- by Sushant Thapa

When temples get colored When the idols of gods and goddesses Replaced by human conscience Whitewash the sorrow

Pigeons' Plea

Pigeons' Plea

- by Rajeeb Shrestha

Though they dwell  with dungeon dwellers They are free and much canny  Than we human so stingy!

Travel through anthologies

Travel through anthologies

- by Moin Uddin

I go crazy as mad When she doesn't reply to my questions She changes the topic And I am left to be drowned by my emotions

I am unwell

I am unwell

- by Moin Uddin

As I am unwell I sit down and reflect on my fine being That how much life has given us Love, health, affection and made us gorgeous

Amateur Thief

Amateur Thief

- by Amrit Poudel

With every dusk, when she lays her bag  And throws herself to the corner  I wish, I could soothe her heart  With dulcet tone as hers And make her fall asleep

I dream to remain awake

I dream to remain awake

- by Sushant Thapa

From time immemorial I am breathing Lost is the fire in me. I must uphold the responsibility to uncover my faith No luck showers when I am awake My sleep is lucky; I dream to remain awake.

The Story

The Story

- by Sushant Thapa

We cannot keep drifting clouds As a spot of stark fort To hide something precious On the ground.

The journey continues

The journey continues

- by Moin Uddin

We are mostly alone for the rest of the life While dealing with many things we are separated into divide  The lonely journey takes us to place Where we meet and mingle only to be left and bereft  But still the journey continues