Rupsingh Bhandari

The contributor for Republica.

In Between Us

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

Twilight’s Birds

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.

Dear Mountain

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,

In Nature’s Counseling

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

The conspired winter

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.

Life: a Double-Edged knife

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.

Youth: an unchanged philosophy of change

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

I am a Mountain

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.

Dear Monsoon

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.

Who am I?

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