Published On: March 15, 2022 10:42 AM NPT By: Rupsingh Bhandari
The river Dnieper Which slithers out from Valdai Russia to Ukraine Is sleepless without knowing any reasons As the old grandma, Dnieper never confused by the conspiracy of the world Now swelling with many unanswered questions
Published On: March 31, 2021 01:35 PM NPT By: Rupsingh Bhandari
In between us Separation is flowing from long before The bridges of trust still unrepairable The endlessness, I can’t demark But the heady height of pains
Published On: March 23, 2021 02:34 PM NPT By: Rupsingh Bhandari
A bunch of birds Into the sky were cawing Flipping back and front against the evening wind, Some were trying to balanced Unmoved. My heart as well as was floating higher than them In a hazy recollection of my past.
Published On: March 21, 2021 01:53 PM NPT By: Rupsingh Bhandari
Every morning When you arrives in my eyes My heart departs towards your majesty… Every day I climb your dignity and I fall off from your top unfurling My autonomous kingdom of freedom,
Published On: February 9, 2021 02:59 PM NPT By: Rupsingh Bhandari
We went the same place Where we used to go Sat unspoken at the same stone On the top of the hill Looking over the sky
Published On: January 19, 2021 12:50 PM NPT By: Rupsingh Bhandari
The silence mornings Catnapped days Chilled evenings and frozen nights Muting the restless city Cuddling with uncertainty.
Published On: December 27, 2020 12:44 PM NPT By: Rupsingh Bhandari
Carrying a huge desire’s caravan Inside… Outside I am stoned – as if a mundane statue. Desire, chanting “Let us free” Boiling over me.
Published On: December 21, 2020 01:47 PM NPT By: Rupsingh Bhandari
Topping the courage of Doubtfulness, and trust Who dares to separate and mingle, Experiments and unwraps self
Published On: December 15, 2020 01:42 PM NPT By: Rupsingh Bhandari
I stand alone like mountain As it summons its truth—unmoved Therefore, I am the truth, I am mountain.
Published On: August 23, 2020 09:13 AM NPT By: Rupsingh Bhandari
Dear Monsoon From the first rain, you would have been waiting on the balcony looking at the way which, would have disguised already into the jungle’s color. in front of your village.
Published On: July 31, 2020 12:55 PM NPT By: Rupsingh Bhandari
When dead-end roars against my path stretching its flaws, lightening its eye I am the son of truth, friend of death For my destiny, I don’t afraid to die