Published On: August 2, 2020 12:33 PM NPT By: Manish Lamichhane
Drowned is the heart in the seas of pain It doesn't want to see me It wants me to feel the death But isn't it
Published On: July 17, 2019 11:30 AM NPT By: Manish Lamichhane
I’m sorry to say that I am not sure what I’m writing. I suppose it’s a story that’s close enough to be read by you and felt by you, just you. The beauty that cannot be seen, that cannot be heard, that cannot be smelt; it can be felt. When you feel this beauty then you’ll see it, you’ll hear it, you’ll smell it, you’ll taste it and finally, you’ll live it.
Published On: August 8, 2018 11:02 AM NPT By: Manish Lamichhane
I was waiting for the moon to peek through the horizon as the wind persuaded the clouds above to drift pass. The sight made me feel like I was also hooked onto the swaying clouds. Suddenly, it started drizzling but my eyes eagerly waited for the first glimpse of the moon; I knew, despite the clouds, the moon would show up for me.