Oh! Tiger king
Jiten Muskan Beldangi you may rap my smile you may grab my breast you may stab my chest you may castrate my rhymes but you will never twist my times […]
Category: English
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KNOW ME-NO ME
R N Pokharel / CA, USA Mammoth earth has become a village Moon and mars men’s would be park Hanging-garden, leaning-tower- all thy made Men you worth quality salt- you […]
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The Outsiders Within
Dona Acharya / PA, USA The United States of America is the only country built on immigrants. Be it people who wanted to come to the country on their own […]
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I remember
Devi Pokharel / Beldangi The courtyard, Where I put on my first foot steps Following mama’s tune Imitating others says and tasks Nabbing all that encounter Enrapt with emotions, Stammering; […]
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Iran Awakening: Talking about Bhutanese- III
Ramesh Gautam / Norway Reading Iran with a Bhutanese heart …………………Continued Man is a social being, and he deserves to live securely. When his existence, roles, and future are under […]
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My First India Trip-II
Bridjesh Gautam / Sanischare Finally, we ware ready for very unorganized travel. We packed cloths, some fast food packages, some water bottles and flower, file and Kush, of course which […]
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Code Switching
Devi Pokharel/Beldangi Code-switching is the practice of mixing two languages in the speaker’s speech. This is practiced probably in the places where English is the second language. Apart from the […]
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Quest
Dom Kafle/ Australia Art thou thy own art to deck this wide earth, From the fearful beast to the mildest lamb? Yeh! Thy deemed abode of celestial mirth That still […]
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My first India Trip-I
Bridjesh Gautam / Sanischare It isn’t that I had never been to India before but those previous visits were meaningless as I only touched it as halts or as transits. […]
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VICISSITUDES REALIZED
R N Pokharel/ CA, USA He breaks his comatose sleep Wakes up with coy eyes Looks hurried in quest of error To appreciate the world at rise. He stands in […]
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Essence of Meditation
Ramesh Gautam / Norway While trying to burn a CD on meditation from India, Eastern Harmony Meditation, I thought of the essence of meditation. We have had a long history of […]
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Open letter to UNHCR Representative
By T P Mishra The UNHCR Country Representative in Nepal Daisy Dale, Dear Madam, I am well and perhaps struggling in New York City for my initial existence in this […]
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Because you complete me
Devi Pokharel/Beldangi I wouldn’t have lived till now If you hadn’t come to me I would have been lost else where On the odyssey of misery of life. You put […]
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Iran Awakening: Talking about Bhutanese- II
Ramesh Gautam/Norway ……………….Continued The vast discriminations went on. Several protests in opposition to the government moves were being made routine in Tehran University. Punishments, life imprisonments and death sentences were […]
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Iran Awakening: Talking about Bhutanese-I
Ramesh Gautam/Norway Background ’Iran Awakening’ is an autobiography penned by a famous Iranian lawyer and Human Rights activist, Shirin Ebadi (The Nobel Peace Price Winner, 2003) and first published in […]
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Love stolen…..
R N Pokharel/ CA, USA Hungry was the street Lying before me Thirsty I was seeking spirit to guide me. Unwired— Dickens’ slum smiles nearby his low tune satire Whispers […]
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Whistles of Diaspora
Dom Kafle/ Australia Before the world so wide, fair and dear Lucent were words our hidden in fear. We here from, are touching the world in our words We here […]
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Family split and Dashain: series- III
By T P Mishra Sept 27: It is just few minutes back I am publishing this post from the time when thousands of Nepali-ethnic people inside refugee camps and in […]
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Writing about journalists: series-II
By T P Mishra Sept 27: Yes, Dashain, for me this year, has gone boring and I am missing it for the first time ever in my life. I stay […]
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Writing about journalists: Series-I
By T P Mishra Sept 26: festival matters a lot for me. One of the greatest festivals of Hindu people “DASHAIN” has stepped into everyone’s house—from transparent huts in camps […]
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The Man Is Free
By Puranaghare the Jesus is dead the satanous is dead hence the man is free the allah is dead the ossamabin dead Hence, the man is free the krishna is […]
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A Long Distance Love
By tshewang (narangpa) phuntsho At 10 at night, the phone rang on and on. It vexed the dozing Rabsel on his cosy bed. “Who was the caller?” he quizzed Rigdrel […]
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An abrupt encounter
R N Pokharel/ CA, USA When eclipse subdued moon Street lamps too went off In the still of the night Darkness enveloped the entire scene I gave pause to my […]
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Fear Fears With Fearlessness
Yati Raj Ajnabee/Australia Shackled was your father With tyrannous chain. Tearful was your mother With angst and sharp pain. With thine eyes closed You did keep on seeing. And spirit […]
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I AM A MELANCHOLY NIGHT TRAVELLER
D N Kafle Australia I am a night traveller. An uncouth night traveller I am. A distressed traveller laden with the passé political aphorism. Each midnight I wake up to […]
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I am peeping you via breathing in your breath
D N Kafle/ Australia When in the gleaming moon I gaze so high When in my plaintive, in my placid couch I lie When drenched in the incessant and torrential […]
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Wishes for you
R N Pokharel/ CA, USA Sure baby, you win safe tracks All ados, let run away and lost Gather ointment to heal others’ cracks That’s my wish cost. I wish […]
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Unless you come….
D N Kafle/ Australia Thy love, I engraved on the wall of a citadel, Vicious the time he is, he toppled it in a fray. Engraved I, on the heart […]