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.
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
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.
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
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
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!
Published On: June 27, 2017 10:32 AM NPT By: Bhuwan Thapaliya
Parched fields, rusted farm fences, forlorn stone and mud-thatched houses.
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.
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.