My Dearest Friend
- by Niraj Ghimire
You look like a bunny Who is too much of funny Spreads smile where she goes There she comes with a clumsy walk
Slammed
Hey! Rain
- by Arjun BK
The hidden world inside the drops of water down pouring happiness into our life All the way from sky to earth It has been dived
The flow of words
- by Arjun BK
There are spider webs of words in my mind, Have eyes still feelings are of blinds, Its not the physical blindness But its more spritual kindness
We; psychotics
- by Roshani Bastola
Acts as a lunatics, Fearless activities, Millions of peculiarities, Makes our identities.
Fate
- by Arjun BK
The portrayed gashes over my soul with colors of betrayals and lies I synchronize myself into the rhythm Deeper than the oceans and higher than the sky
Oh Mother, tell me a story,
- by Rajani Regmi
Oh Mother, Tell me a story of a life pre-destined with death but still has the bravest breath, Tell me a story of sweet memories forever imprinted down the vista of years,
Many layers to me
- by Sangita Shrestha
There's many layers to me Peal one by one gently And you'll know The truest color of me. Don't haste to get To the innermost of me
But you won't
- by Pooja Chauhan
Last one year was horrendous for us; it felt like walking on pieces of broken glasses
Wish I could be a father
- by Moin Uddin
When I see kids around Playing and talking Caring and calling I wish I could have my own
With Nature
- by Arjun BK
I was in love but not with you But with the beautiful nature Not with the appearance of your's But with that of nature's
Love is a dope
- by Moin Uddin
So full of desires That can barely come to life I can just think of it with a big sigh Oh oh heart wants all those with a big smile.
Pain
- by Niraj Ghimire
Feel it where it hurts the most There's no way through you overcome All seized into a fistful brain
The Exception of the Emphatic
- by Sushant Thapa
Yesterday in the sun The yellow of the rays Reflected my serendipity Where nature broods on me Manner of exception
Give Hope
- by Deepranjan Dangol
How confused a man is In this divided world Religion, politics and science That has preached us all
Horizon
- by Bibek Khanal
Your touch upon my hands, Is like a river, That flows over a shriveled artery Of mine,
It's you
- by Arjun BK
Many times yeah, many times you have asked me "For whom, do you write poems ?" "To whom you dedicate it? "and who is that lucky girl?"
We are programmed
- by Moin Uddin
It's a truth that we are programmed Whatever we think, act or react everything is set accordingly The thoughts and words that we seem are ours, in reality, it isn't We are doomed and will be doomed and that's how it worked and will be working Life of ours is trapped and will be handled by the software that others have installed on us within Think of it in this way
When in My naïve dream
- by Rajani Regmi
When in my naïve dream, your incarnation rejoices all my forlorn realities, your presence in my numb prayers