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 […]
Category: Poetry
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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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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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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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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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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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पूर्णिमा
रमेश गौतम नर्वे अहा! के होला त्यो सुन्दरता? बादलका टुक्राहरू- त्यो मधुरता, त्यो कोमलता बादलले ढाकेको चन्द्रमा! एक छिनमा अँध्यारो भयो चारैतिर शून्यता, एकाकीपन अनि फेरि बादलका टुक्राहरू त्यो […]
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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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अनसन बसेको मेरो कलम
धेरै महिना अनसन बसेको मेरो कलम आज राती सपनामा आँसु झार्दै रोयो। ऊ रोइरहेथ्यो, ऊ रुँदै केके भनिरहेथ्यो मेरो सपनाको रिलले कोल्टे फेरेछ म मेरी प्रिय निद्रा देवीलाई बाहूपासमा पारी […]
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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 […]
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I’m still alive…
R.N.Pokharel California, USA A bagful of bliss ‘They’ bagged While I was in my fifteen. Let God knows; What taught them so- What encouraged them so- I know, ‘They’ were […]
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तिमी पारिजात
सञ्चमान खालिङ अमेरिका क्लियोप्याट्राको सुनको लेपन घस्न पाए तिम्रा गालामा सुनकेशरी रानीको सुनको केश उमार्न सके तिम्रा कपालमा….. कसले बोलाउँछ तिमीलाई–“च्याउँखुरी !” भनेर कतिकति किरा जलिमर्थे पलपल दीपशिखामा तिम्रालागि फूलका […]
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Defeating double bind
R.N.Pokharel Atmosphere above and around Failed to befriend him; So the meteorites stroke his fate. Flimsy wall of his sordid hut Eased him see around from the bed; So he […]
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आज मेरो सालिकको अनावरण
मलाई कुनै उद्भास थिएन न थियो कुनै आस नै समय शेक्स्पियर बन्छ भन्ने तर थाहा पाऍ जब म छक्क परें म बाँचिरहेंको थिएँ नाचिरहेंको थिएँ
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भानु-स्मृति
डोना आचार्य अमेरिका आफ्नोपन आफुसँग लिएर आएको छु- मेरो संसारमा भानु अस्ताएनि, नवीन किरणसँगै- भानु उदाउने अर्को गोलार्धमा ! तिम्रो माया मेरो जन्मसँगै तोते बोलीमा मुखरित भएथ्यो ! जातिप्रेम तिम्रो […]
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Pyre on the wrong soil
R.N.Pokharel I heard of his death. News of his no more, Scattered my long awaited dream, Questioners prepared for him Remained unrequited. Oh doer! Damn your cruel deed, A pearl […]
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एक गुच्छा फूलको बिहानी
सञ्चमान खालिङ अमेरिका सोच्दै निदाउछु धर्तीमा उज्यालो झरोस् एक गुच्छा पारिजात तिम्रो चुल्ठोमा सिउरी दिन्छु हरेक बिहानी जब म फूलको बोट नेर पुग्छु देख्छु सबै फूलहरु भुइ झरी गएको अझै […]
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For the unborn
Rup Narayan Pokharel Sanischare In an early dawn Of late autumn Through ajar window Of a semi-urban house Dropped an eerie epistle. The lassie of the flat Did pick it […]
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अभाव: एक टुक्रा समय
रमेश गौतम नर्वे सायद कुनै समय मसँग ‘विशेष समय’ थियो आफ्नो सबै खुसी थियो र व्यथित भए पनि बाल्यकालका अनुभूतिहरु थिए एउटा लाञ्छित समयको दारुण उपहार ! आज सर्वत्र निर्णयहीनता […]
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साइबरी गाउँमा
सञ्चमान खालिङ अमेरिका हाई ए. एस. एल ? इमेली भाषा नबुझेर प्रष्ट्याइ मागेँ उत्तर— एज, सेक्स, लोकेशन दुःख लाग्यो यान्त्रिक घर्षणमा गठिला भाषा खिइएर होचा, पुड्का हुँदा रहेछन् अनि मागेको तथ्याङ्क […]
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Hastened rook
R.N.Pokharel Sanischare What have you got to pour? What next to fore-tell? What might have been… At miles beyond? Oh, hastened rook! On the top of my roof Ensure me. […]
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तिमी भीरफूल
यहाँ कि बाठा, कि बलियाले जित्छन् जित्नेहरु देखिन्छन् देखिएकाहरुको मात्र इतिहास लेखिन्छ
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औँसी घाम र प्रशान्त
पुरानाघरे चुक पोखिए झैँ अध्यारोमा चुनौतीका बाटाहरुमा सम्भावनाहरू ओछ्याएर पाइलाहरुसँगै साधना र अभ्यासहरु उचालेर अगाडि आँखा सामुन्ने औँसीका शीतयुक्त कालारात्रिहरुमा झलझलाकार पूर्णीमा देखेरै साँझपख उभिन्छन् पहाडसँगै प्रतिभाहरु उदाउँछन् सूर्य बनेर […]
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ए राता मान्छे
पुरानाघरे १ ए राता मान्छे कान खोली सुन देशको कथा छ यो मनभरी उम्लेर आको नमिठो व्यथा छ बारीमा पहिरो गएको सारा सोधन खबर देशको सम्चार सोधेर सारै नपार अबर […]
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How the life feels again
Ramesh Gautam Norway The days are screaming And the nights awaiting, For the life deserving. I am scared I am bewildered The life we dreamt of The moments we painted […]