Published On: August 23, 2021 02:26 PM NPT By: Bhuwan Thapaliya
A clear sky, light wind, antique curiosities, modern eyes. A simple house with a little garden and chairs to sit in and sip coffee and look at the people
Published On: August 5, 2020 04:12 PM NPT By: Bhuwan Thapaliya
Walking the woods, Listening to their verdant secrets Braving a steady drizzle is a nostalgic joy
Published On: May 30, 2020 12:26 PM NPT By: Bhuwan Thapaliya
In her own leisurely pace she has arrived riding the multicolored chariot of the flowers
Published On: April 20, 2020 05:22 PM NPT By: Bhuwan Thapaliya
No noise, no chaos,no pollution; just the Bagmati river, shimmering in the moonlight And in the stifled light of a myriad stars.
Published On: March 10, 2020 04:19 PM NPT By: Bhuwan Thapaliya
“If you were never to say, “I love you,” then my darling, I would paint the Sun with the Moon and the Moon with the Sun.
Published On: February 21, 2020 12:33 PM NPT By: Bhuwan Thapaliya
“ The winter has arrived,” said my mother, bracing against the frigid Annapurna’s wind and the spitting snow.
Published On: February 12, 2020 12:00 PM NPT By: Bhuwan Thapaliya
if you don’t change yourself and your perception towards almost everything. As I get older, I am beginning
Published On: February 4, 2020 04:30 PM NPT By: Bhuwan Thapaliya
Long before the dawn, my grandfather’s whooping cough
Published On: January 29, 2020 08:11 AM NPT 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
Published On: January 22, 2020 05:39 PM NPT 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.
Published On: January 16, 2020 03:00 PM NPT By: Bhuwan Thapaliya
I don’t believe in a mere freedom,
Published On: January 9, 2020 02:15 PM NPT By: Bhuwan Thapaliya
A pallid sheet of paper teases me with its randy glare,
Published On: January 3, 2020 01:36 PM NPT By: Bhuwan Thapaliya
I often carry with me, a bottle. And at tense moments, when the Moon sweats
Published On: December 16, 2019 05:10 PM NPT By: Bhuwan Thapaliya
As a gust of wind sends the curtains flapping wildly, I wonder about our future. The future is signaling us to go back. The Future is telling us to stop where we are now. But we pretend not to hear.
Published On: December 27, 2018 11:18 AM NPT By: Bhuwan Thapaliya
It takes tons of time to compose an ounce of poetry. But when it is composed
Published On: December 25, 2018 09:21 AM NPT By: Bhuwan Thapaliya
All these years, I have been telling wine, not to drink me.
Published On: December 20, 2018 11:29 AM NPT By: Bhuwan Thapaliya
Come, come and sit beside me And watch the tides Making the wind visible By dancing along with it. Come, come beloved!
Published On: December 13, 2018 01:15 PM NPT By: Bhuwan Thapaliya
All these years, I have been telling wine, Not to drink me. “If you drink me, then my friend, You shall not be able to walk at all.”
Published On: December 5, 2018 12:08 PM NPT By: Bhuwan Thapaliya
The night was warm and beautiful and the air was crammed with love. It was a scene of an idyllic beauty An ideal reminiscent of a Monet painting.
Published On: November 28, 2018 09:41 AM NPT By: Bhuwan Thapaliya
I am neither moving nor stationary. Yet, I see you everywhere, and see All things in you. You are the brightness. Neither the Sun nor the fire is brighter than you.