The Story
- by Sushant Thapa
We cannot keep drifting clouds As a spot of stark fort To hide something precious On the ground.
- by Sushant Thapa
We cannot keep drifting clouds As a spot of stark fort To hide something precious On the ground.
- 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
- by Parul Sigdel
Although Nepali literature boasts several masterpieces that are known to all, it oftentimes falls short in catering to its younger audiences. Think of a story or a novel specifically for children and young adults that are local and is unanimously known across the country. There is hardly any.
- by Amrit Poudel
Sweet sweet smile nowhere to be seen alas! how this heart of mine dives where it's never been
- by Rupsingh Bhandari
We went the same place Where we used to go Sat unspoken at the same stone On the top of the hill Looking over the sky
- by Sushant Thapa
We believe what we say And we say what we believe We imply corrections and changes in minds and hearts We even utter language silently, and we impart the belief system
- by Bhoj Kumar Dhamala
Wit teed off how much you energize Your caliber the moldy expired notion Avails your surroundings, the lost of Ingenuity is what you are facing, presently.
- by Moin Uddin
I wonder how a single person can handle so many values Values of religion Values of family Values of self Values of society
- by Prallabi Lohani
Having both pros and cons to writing about yourself on the internet, you should pay attention to the fact that sharing a lot isn’t very safe and sharing a little isn’t very harmful. You just need to know where to stop. Also suggesting your family and friends the same is what you can do to bring a change.
- by Moin Uddin
I had just finished writing a story about you and me We know that we don't talk but had some kind of chemistry I was wondering but with hopes of your presence while turning pages of manuscript And suddenly I hear my phone ring and looked at it and it was from you my sweetie
- by Moin Uddin
You still remember him The little moments that were nurtured as evergreen Life therein was short But it lasted and treasured as a support
- by Rajani Regmi
Life has asked us a Multitude of times, a constant repeated question, Just with a different tone and rhyme;
- 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.
- by Rupsingh Bhandari
The silence mornings Catnapped days Chilled evenings and frozen nights Muting the restless city Cuddling with uncertainty.
- 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
- by Moin Uddin
Here he's thinking that what went wrong Has he made a mistake or was just his illusions
When the whining hounds Of piercing wind howls Outside your window panel
- 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
- by Sushant Thapa
Abstaining from its definition, I am using it. Simple vow of flowing Never stopping and looking back
- 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