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Facebook friend

Facebook friend

- by Sushant Thapa

My time was stuck. As I was scrolling through, I found you waiting to be accepted as my friend. I never knew that friendship could wait for anyone, at that time. Waiting to be accepted is diluted the moment I accept you.

Ode to perfume

Ode to perfume

- by Parbat Lawati

Dear long departed  It is to let you know  I still remember you And those meetings  When you would come

Complacency

Complacency

- by Mansi Karna

Coherence tells me up-front About my right to shimmer That, as a rainbow I must not deny glimmer, I see my indifference

The known stranger

The known stranger

- by Sharana KC

The weak and fragile boat, we hurriedly hopped in carried around six or seven of us. Everyone started to be in motion, trying to sail the boat, despite the challenging weather with the intermittent occurrence of thunder and lightning.

The lantern

The lantern

- by Mansi Karna

In this world where darkness rules And wherein dances fright One does want a source of light That may burn with might So that no thorn pricks one’s soul

Nightmare

Nightmare

- by Parbat Lawati

How sweet of you To give me a voice To supply me a shake To drag me to shore!

Art and human bonds in Utopian society

Art and human bonds in Utopian society

- by Mansi Karna

Imagine a world of perfection with everything and everyone in place. We perceive this state as ‘Utopia.’ I feel imagination of such a system enjoys flaw at the very principle level. Yet, I would like to cast these hurdles aside to imagine a system suitable for everyone in a way nobody's needs are compromised. Now I would like to bring certain facts into consideration to understand the entire functional dynamics of such society.

Oh Mama!

Oh Mama!

- by Jyoti Budhathoki

Mama, your daughter isn't soldier My soul is getting older I'm trying to get out And, For it I have fought Mama, I just wanna say sorry  And please don't worry Someday, somehow I will meet you  Mama, Don't cry when I'm gone And this will be my last word.

The lost almighty

The lost almighty

- by Amrit Poudel

Have not heard you speak Since the day, you left me I do not remember the talk we had Neither your face comes back to me How anonymous can one be?

Loneliness, a silent killer rampaging under our noses

Loneliness, a silent killer rampaging under our noses

- by Sujal Thapa

Loneliness has become an epidemic in the modern world with more than 40 percent of the population in countries like the United States and the United Kingdom admitting to feeling lonely, a figure which would suggest that the rate of loneliness has doubled in the past 40 years.

All about love

All about love

- by Sangita Shrestha

Your love is like a strong scent That never fades away from my mind. I like the way you do things That lingers in me all the time.

Nothing matters

Nothing matters

- by Sangita Shrestha

Our lives are nothing but stories Stories that might ignite motivation to some. At the end, life is nothing And really really nothing matters At the end.

Which of me?

Which of me?

- by Afaf Shamim

What could you possibly see when you sit there and stare back at me? The porcelain mask that's painted perfectly, or what's truly underneath?

Ying-Yang: Ancient Chinese knowledge on feminine and masculine (Part II)

Ying-Yang: Ancient Chinese knowledge on feminine and masculine (Part II)

- by Sweta Khadka

Importance of the yin yang knowledge in our time is it consolidates masculine and feminine as one! In this senses nothing is all masculine or feminine rather a combination of both. This consolidation of masculine or feminine was revolutionary for me and was the pivot which got me lament about everything in general.

Praise of the lord

Praise of the lord

- by Biken K Dawadi

There is a god far mightier than fear,  His voices run deep down, High heavens they tear, His shoulders strong, stiff;

Last word

Last word

- by Jyoti Budhathoki

Mama, your daughter isn't soldier My soul is getting older I'm trying to get out

Not because

Not because

- by Ashmita Rawal

Cities are busy not because they are the center, Cities are busy because people are centered. People are centered not because they are selfish,

Just to feel

Just to feel

- by Afaf Shamim

I tear apart often just to feel;   to feel the pain that should be real. When deep in the darkness my heart still sees;