Come for me
Come And Touch my soul with your warm sensation And let me feel you in me forever In the core of my every emotions
Narratives
My Dear Bride!
- by Sujan Nepal
You are my life, my guide Two months is too far, want to stride The entire life we conjoint is to abide
In love with Boudhanath (with photos)
- by Kunga Hyolmo
The night was chilly. I was shivering. However, a warm feeling of devotion arose in my heart as I saw a lady helping a guy on her phone to get blessings from Boudhanath. The guy on the phone was probably in some foreign country.
Grandfather's grey beard
- by Bhuwan Thapaliya
Long before the dawn, my grandfather’s whooping cough
Me; a poet and Her; an insane lover
- by Rajeeb Shrestha
I am a poet, I'm an ordinary person who loves the pen Letters, words, stanzas and verses Of course! I'm in deep love with these letters, words, stanzas and verses.
The loneliness has no any end (Poem)
- by Moin Uddin
There's a void in my heart It desires but can't get the art It dies a death millions of times
Hope
- by Bhuwan Thapaliya
I lie down by the river Sunkoshi stretching my arms toward eternity in search of you with the stars in my eyes
The darkness, the devil and the struggle
- by Muniram Prasad Sharma Pokhrel
The path was dark but I third my way, My heart pumped, my legs trembled, and my body shaken, Nightmare stories I heard my friends and family say, How the dignity and respect of ours were taken.
Meeting the missing child’s mother
- by Parbat Lawati
Contemplating life; driving subconsciously, returning from the work, weary and blue, a suckling getting ricocheted like a baby toad made me slow down my ride.
Shame on us
- by Bhuwan Thapaliya
The heart of the democracy is cracked open, parched and sun-dried. And its soul has been encroached as the public land in the Kathmandu Valley.
Paperwala — a Vendor
- by Rajeeb Shrestha
A newspaper vendor wander every morning, To our doorsteps and different newspapers He drops through all thick and thins Rainy days or winter haze He arrives on his motor bike!
A Silver Lining
- by Amrit Poudel
There is a way out Even from the abyss Where no light pierces the soul
Lend me your voice
- by Saroj Kumar Dev
Lend me your voice And transform my maliciousness To ever blooming benevolence
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)
- 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
- by Parbat Lawati
Night after night, The city burgeoned upwards the landscape; making bland The entertainment of my plays.
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?
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