Bhuwan Thapaliya

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What type of poem am i?

Published On: August 23, 2018 10:08 AM NPT By: Bhuwan Thapaliya

“What type of poem am I?” I am as formless as the clouds, and as elegiac as the silence, in the itinerary of the noise.

Kavre

Published On: June 11, 2018 10:12 AM NPT By: Bhuwan Thapaliya

In Kavre, near the village, ‘ Baluwa’, I heard the chatter of young kids

Please tell her this

Published On: April 12, 2018 08:07 AM NPT By: Bhuwan Thapaliya

Someone has secretly kissed my hands, and left in my core, a seed of love. Someone has secretly stolen my tears, and left in my eyes, a fountain of hope.

There is only love

Published On: February 22, 2018 09:47 AM NPT By: Bhuwan Thapaliya

Grasping her hands closely, I halt my heart  At the edge of her lips and stare deeper inside

Lost dreams

Published On: August 10, 2017 01:06 PM NPT By: Bhuwan Thapaliya

Lost dreams

Beneath

Published On: July 17, 2017 01:11 PM NPT By: Bhuwan Thapaliya

Beneath the green grasses Is a naked desert Have you ever Felt its misery and solitude? Have you ever Tried to kiss its marooned lips? It is as lonely As the Goddess Kumari in her shrine It is as parched

Our Nepal, Our Pride

Published On: July 6, 2017 09:59 AM NPT By: Bhuwan Thapaliya

Our heaven on Earth, Nepal, our Pride, Our domicile of God is free as infinite As the sun’s portentous rays leading far and wide Its celestial balm to all alike!

Forsaken Village

Published On: June 27, 2017 10:32 AM NPT By: Bhuwan Thapaliya

Parched fields, rusted farm fences, forlorn stone and mud-thatched houses.

Safa Tempo

Published On: June 19, 2017 09:03 AM NPT By: Bhuwan Thapaliya

In the ‘Safa Tempo,’ everyday whistles, a chill exhaustion, of the human struggle for survival.

Where are you now?

Published On: June 13, 2017 08:57 AM NPT By: Bhuwan Thapaliya

I miss your rippled smiles, that reflect the setting sun, in interplay to the dusk and the dawn.