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Amrit Poudel

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Published On: June 5, 2020 10:36 AM NPT By: Amrit Poudel

When the clouds pass right through you with the howling wind, leaving you alone and blue  you wonder if you could be so light  yet so heavy full of  tears

Flight in time of Corona

Published On: May 20, 2020 05:13 PM NPT By: Amrit Poudel

Been easy lately  For people to not show their colors  They put on a mask  Letting others define them

The Swinging Crib

Published On: March 20, 2020 04:38 PM NPT By: Amrit Poudel

She swings it hard Hoping I would stop However, the creaking sound Of the crib

A Silver Lining

Published On: January 20, 2020 11:30 AM NPT By: Amrit Poudel

There is a way out Even from the abyss Where no light pierces the soul

The Missing Soul

Published On: December 4, 2019 10:00 AM NPT By: Amrit Poudel

The urge to learn more The urge to speak in front of the public The urge to be at the top

A Kid, 21

Published On: November 5, 2019 10:37 AM NPT By: Amrit Poudel

What have you seen?  That no others have  Where have you been?  But places all crowded

The lost almighty

Published On: October 11, 2019 03:24 PM NPT 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?

The Stalkers

Published On: July 8, 2019 09:03 AM NPT By: Amrit Poudel

I now see the world in a way that I never thought I would. In the balcony of a bar, watching the traffic pass by, I had a glass of gin and tonic with some ice and mint in my hand. With every sip, I would inhale a handful of smoke from my e-cigarette.

Journey within self

Published On: January 28, 2019 08:22 AM NPT By: Amrit Poudel

While the dusk takes the leave And the starry night paints the sky  With Paper, pen and lamp  I set out on a journey with Alexander supertramp Not into the wild

Why should I fly back?

Published On: January 8, 2019 08:31 AM NPT By: Amrit Poudel

To the land Where wonders exist Falls, Rivers, Parks Skyscrapers, aesthetic towns Lamborghinis, Mercedes Though I have been part of it for years My heart still remains stranded Gets lost in the crowd of materialistic bondage

It is time I land

Published On: December 2, 2018 10:23 AM NPT By: Amrit Poudel

Well, it is time I land To the concrete, dusty city Desperate to welcome with

Staged in the South

Published On: November 26, 2018 10:37 AM NPT By: Amrit Poudel

A few minutes before heading out to the concert by the Axe band-one of the legendary Nepali bands, I, along with the other lads from MS, was waiting for the MoMo’s to be delivered. Smoke and booze; they never fail to palliate one’s heart from the loquacious, bumptious world which we call home- sweet home.

Spectrum of life

Published On: October 30, 2018 09:23 AM NPT By: Amrit Poudel

Petals – they are full of color. Juices - bees alone cannot empty. Blossoms – aroma spreads across. Teases the dusty concrete city.


Published On: July 15, 2018 11:15 AM NPT By: Amrit Poudel

I never thought I would see you Not even in my wildest of dreams

What’s in the hair, dear?

Published On: May 20, 2018 08:37 AM NPT By: Amrit Poudel

We both have long hair now and eventually ended up naming our love ‘The Hairy Love,’ as you may have guessed!

Make Nepal Green Again

Published On: April 23, 2018 08:52 AM NPT By: Amrit Poudel

“Hashish and Marijuana sold here - 1st floor,” read the signboard on one of the houses back in 1969 on the Old Freak Street, Kathmandu Durbar Square. Out of many, this signboard tells us a lot about how Nepal was one of the countries where Marijuana was legal when it was illegal in the western countries.

A Shot of vodka

Published On: March 11, 2018 12:08 PM NPT By: Amrit Poudel

Is everyone around me happy? They hit a shot of vodka or say any other hard drinks and they forget everything instantly; at least they could have done that gingerly.

For I hate people

Published On: January 16, 2018 11:17 AM NPT By: Amrit Poudel

Adulated, they see themselves a wedge Sharp enough to be sharpen Enlightened enough to be seeking knowledge For all, they are a complete mess

Discover humanity

Published On: November 19, 2017 09:32 AM NPT By: Amrit Poudel

Amrit, see those stars. What do you think of them? Are they the one having control over us? Do we behave the way we do due to some messiah out there? These were some of the questions that we discussed every evening as we passed through the stinking yet beautiful Bagmati River. I remember how those walks to Pasupathinath shaped us become a different man strengthening our whimsical and philosophical interpretation of life. We talked of Dickens, Dawkins, Goethe, Plato, Socrates, Hitchens and what not in our journey.

Go take a Bath

Published On: October 4, 2017 08:26 AM NPT By: Amrit Poudel

They call my hydrophobic just because I don’t take bath so often. There was a day when my mother used to run after me just to make me take a bath.