The day of Eviction
Hom Pokhrel North Dakota, USA I had heard from my parents that Bhutan was a golden box – a safer place to live, but it was not true for me. After almost nine years since the death of my mother, I had to be evicted from my homeland – the place of birth and the [...]
Liba Limbu Alaska, USA I arrived in the United States of America in July, 2009. I flew from Nepal, my residency country, but not motherland. The journey from Nepal to the United States lasted for almost three days, the first and longest journey in an airplane ever in my life. As soon as I stepped [...]
Hom P Sharma Erik Erikson (1902- 1994) is one of the eminent psychosocial developmental philosophers (Peterson, 2010 p. 51). His theory includes the eight stages of human life ranging from infancy to old age. Erikson believes that the foundation of human development is based on an essence of trust versus mistrust (Liebert, Nelson, &Kail 1986, [...]
Waving a final good-bye to 2011, we have welcomed New Year 2012. The first issue of this year is out on the same day. We have a hope that this year will prove itself to be a productive year for our literary activities. We are here making a review of Bhutaneseliterature.com for the year 2011. [...]
Shekhar Rizal Beldangi-II, Jhapa Behold the dark wood; She peeped among the dark; There was what I could; A slow song of lonely lark. She dwelt as a mermaid; But of forests’ a pure ! pure !; Over the woods, a fair laid; Hers the natural endeavour. Of the stripped green meadows; Her childish act [...]
D N Kafley Adelaide, South Australia Like the quasi-stationary spatial puff Of cloud, the sky’s scarf gift of earthy stuff Tirelessly moving in search of its daughter specks, Hither-thither in crowds of men I wandered In search of my reason land, the toil of my ancestor In frail hope of the genome back of pterodactyl…
Shekhar Rizal Beldangi-II When regrets the autumn sky; Breezes and air do cool; Slowly rising the fair shy; On the showers, the whirling pool. That when the nestling birdie; Chirping and mewing in the dream; People lining when coolest high; The waiting winter to scream. Shadows bridge on green lines; Streams canopy the truth; Sprung [...]
Chandra B. Bhandari Beldangi-1, Jhapa I was feeling your wilful touch, Somehow alluring and shameful to watch Your fingers in jollity, over my tidal jet, Kept sailing unschooled at the highest rate And I touched you; and tender was my touch As tender as the skin in the pouch; And I hugged you; and cordial [...]