Childhood

- by Rajani Regmi

In the tranquil early hours of dawn, When the prompt sunrise still seems to be some miles away,  With the first and fresh sip of tea sinking in your throat  I can see how nostalgia beams in your eyes

Most Needed Jewellery

- by Sushant Thapa

The day speaks of the delight  Garden of love welcomes Another blooming flower.  A bee hovers for nectar.  That sweetness is  An elixir of contentment.  The moon was welcoming the night  With multitudes of stars it shined bright.  Forgiven are those who have  Mistaken the night for their own darkness. There is a power in the light.  Seekers cannot go astray  They have a peaceful dwelling.

Adulthood

- by Susmita Aryal

I hate the idea of adulthood that convince people it comes with age To the wisdom you show is often to be mistaken To be replaced with, 'you are still small and not big enough to make it. The idea of adulthood is suffocating When you aren't fully able to decipher what's being like an adult really  When everything around seems going like just the day before you turned 20

Twenty One

- by Samiksha Shrestha

Twenty one Turned 21, but I haven't grown up much, I'd be successful, but wait that's just a hunch, Lately, I have realized my life is nothing but a pun,  And that the world continuously spun, Dizzy in these rapid circles of chaos, I found myself in a different cosmos, I can't figure out the realm,

Paused Tears

- by Sabina Thapa

Through my Thick and thin, Highs and lows. You’ve relieved me rolling down from my eyes. Be it grief or be it Joy, Be it Empathy or be it pain, You’ve comforted me with your drain.

The kid that did lost

- by Binesh Shrestha

The kid that did lost Once the friendly one who enjoyed company of all, now all he does is scrawl. Gulping down pints of liquor was one of the best things now he cared for and thinking about his future was one of the few things he was scared of.

Let us Request Dnieper

- by Rupsingh Bhandari

The river Dnieper  Which slithers out from Valdai Russia to Ukraine  Is sleepless without knowing any reasons  As the old grandma,  Dnieper never confused by the conspiracy of the world  Now swelling with many unanswered questions

I Prefer Gray

- by Binesh Shrestha

Not all you meet tend to stay Some are just strangers, passing along the way People seem so vivid, and I prefer gray If only one could stop reminiscing, but alas I'm not made of clay.

Faded

- by Ashish Poudel

Flowing river Standing on the sand I wanted to live a time But it vanished Like the shapes on sand by the river

I crave for you

- by Binesh Shrestha

With you, even the four-walled room is a different universe How the things unfold like it has been perfectly rehearsed So much blissfulness, as if anytime things can burst But seeing you leave, still feels like some curse.

Painkiller

- by Sangita Shrestha

What's the point of this life Living with all these Heartbreaks But I will be fine, you want to know why

Looking into my mind

- by Aayuska Shrestha

I lay in my bed at night I can't sleep, As the thought run into my mind. Thoughts about the past.

Liberation

- by Bhoj Kumar Dhamala

Stealing into you without your notice is something charismatic and adorable proximity of the souls of ages to be submission and fawning your fortitude

When you meet my shadow

- by Sajira Shrestha

Too afraid to raise my voice, Every time you put your hands on my flesh. Thoughts about all the people run through my mind, Every time you force your lips on mine.

Shining words

- by Suravi Regmi

Fireflies are pictured inside the letter. The words gleam in a constellation. I capture the warmth and inscribe the narrative of the nebula and Estimate the speed of shooting stars out of intense sentiment.

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