Kshetra Pratap Adhikary ; 1943 (March/April) – 14 April 2014) was a  Nepali  poet, writer and lyricist.   Adhikari is best known as the lyricist of the song Ma Ta Laligurans Bhayechu by  Narayan Gopal . Renowned singers of both the past and present …

Just for once! Flipping the old pages of the diary I wish to watch a collage of life!   Perhaps, I might uncover some love notes Some poems and dried petals of flower– That animate the reminiscences   For years, Grime safely co…

On my window of eyes, Moves the silky drapes of reminiscences Each flutter appears a rainbow in, but wipes off Every blink blooms a rose and quickly withers How tender were those pasts! Where desires stood taller than mountains How bliss…

Spring is a season of gentle awakening, as the world emerges from its slumber with a soft and tender warmth. The air is alive with the subtle scent of blooming flowers, each petal a delicate brushstroke of vibrant hues that dance in the breeze and t…

-Ranjit K Sahu T ime stands still while the color diffuses  H ot water bringing out its orange hue E ach minute the tips of tea infuses O dors of  earth that are livid and true R ising into the morning air  the  steam A rouses senses to seek some so…

-Ranjit K Sahu The last drop sticking to the bottom shines Having missed the touch of the thirsty lips Each drop holds the magic of freaky wines Each sip granting the mind a pleasure trip Mind seeks another fill of the hot drink Putting aside the i…

-Vandana Kumar I wish the month Would feel like one These days I wish it would spare us This entire formality Of arriving on time An eclectic blue shrug on my bedside Mocks me As does a thin warmer In an easily accessible second drawer It's al…

✍️ Hem Bishwakarma At night, while in deep sleep Someone came and opened the head And installed into it some filmy dreams! Played with fingers, Moved the lips across forehead as something penned Unclothed me one after another And cut a thread of the…

-Hem Bishwakarma There's a mountain Who always plays a green flute She grooves a melody of trees And sings a melancholic song for the valleys Oh, her old-aged stories...! Sometimes, she wails Melting the rock--as a heart The more, while the nigh…

-Hem Bishwakarma Every month A red cascade flows through me Making me so proud That I am the purest of all! Your rinky-dink eyes Behold the flow of the red cascade  As red— the impure red You envision it as untouchable! The distance of purity You …

-Hem Bishwakarma Translated by poet himself. Crawling from the east Catching a shawl of a hill The sun had to wave its red hands Along the kitchen, courtyard and turmeric plants The rainbow had to spread Over my country's map The a…