The Younglings of...
- by Parbat Lawati
The younglings of tailor Grew-up in shorts With collage of patches The cobbler's in crepe Torn and yawning, The fisherman’s with saliva… Blue and salty.
Slammed
Kathmandu City In My View
- by Sagar Dhakal
Somehow the city of melancholy And so much industrious Include miscellaneous people But so much monotonous
Self-deception!
- by Rajeeb Shrestha
Searching of pleasure Is itself an act of disapproval Argument, avarice or agitation Lead us to no noble destination,
What do you wanna say?
- by Rajeeb Shrestha
By touching my heart, what are you trying to say? what are you trying to convey by performing such a mellow act?
Nothing changes
- by Bhuwan Thapaliya
if you don’t change yourself and your perception towards almost everything. As I get older, I am beginning
That I Felt
- by Sarojkumar Dev
Can't explain the boiling off emotions What words should I give it to To crystalize all those that is going within
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
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
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
