Temple
- by Sushant Thapa
When temples get colored When the idols of gods and goddesses Replaced by human conscience Whitewash the sorrow
Slammed
Pigeons' Plea
- by Rajeeb Shrestha
Though they dwell with dungeon dwellers They are free and much canny Than we human so stingy!
Travel through anthologies
- by Moin Uddin
I go crazy as mad When she doesn't reply to my questions She changes the topic And I am left to be drowned by my emotions
I am unwell
- by Moin Uddin
As I am unwell I sit down and reflect on my fine being That how much life has given us Love, health, affection and made us gorgeous
Amateur Thief
- by Amrit Poudel
With every dusk, when she lays her bag And throws herself to the corner I wish, I could soothe her heart With dulcet tone as hers And make her fall asleep
I dream to remain awake
- by Sushant Thapa
From time immemorial I am breathing Lost is the fire in me. I must uphold the responsibility to uncover my faith No luck showers when I am awake My sleep is lucky; I dream to remain awake.
The Story
- by Sushant Thapa
We cannot keep drifting clouds As a spot of stark fort To hide something precious On the ground.
The journey continues
- by Moin Uddin
We are mostly alone for the rest of the life While dealing with many things we are separated into divide The lonely journey takes us to place Where we meet and mingle only to be left and bereft But still the journey continues
Pixelated Beauty
- by Amrit Poudel
Sweet sweet smile nowhere to be seen alas! how this heart of mine dives where it's never been
In Nature’s Counseling
- 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
Language
- by Sushant Thapa
We believe what we say And we say what we believe We imply corrections and changes in minds and hearts We even utter language silently, and we impart the belief system
Teed Off
- by Bhoj Kumar Dhamala
Wit teed off how much you energize Your caliber the moldy expired notion Avails your surroundings, the lost of Ingenuity is what you are facing, presently.
I wonder
- by Moin Uddin
I wonder how a single person can handle so many values Values of religion Values of family Values of self Values of society
Turning pages of manuscript
- by Moin Uddin
I had just finished writing a story about you and me We know that we don't talk but had some kind of chemistry I was wondering but with hopes of your presence while turning pages of manuscript And suddenly I hear my phone ring and looked at it and it was from you my sweetie
Like a river in winter
- by Moin Uddin
You still remember him The little moments that were nurtured as evergreen Life therein was short But it lasted and treasured as a support
The question...
- by Rajani Regmi
Life has asked us a Multitude of times, a constant repeated question, Just with a different tone and rhyme;
Destiny
- by Sushant Thapa
Thoughts have the power to see the unseen and hear the unheard Although, thoughts need rearrangement. Destiny can always be altered By changing the way one thinks.
The conspired winter
- by Rupsingh Bhandari
The silence mornings Catnapped days Chilled evenings and frozen nights Muting the restless city Cuddling with uncertainty.
Scar of bruises
- by Moin Uddin
It's Thursday evening Been a while that I am lost somewhere in the midst of thinking I am sitting at the edge of the river And letting the water to hit me with its waves
Melt her heart
- by Moin Uddin
Here he's thinking that what went wrong Has he made a mistake or was just his illusions