The Last Stanza
  • 22 August 2010
    Whore and I
    Slok Gyawali
    I lay awake
    on the roof
    as Kathmandu slept in thirst.
    My alert twisting and turning on the cold cement
    disturbed
    the street whores
    privacy.
     
    She was up, like me, to find some peace
    in the soothing night;
    away from the relentless
    bickering of
    idle know it alls
    in the nooky tea stalls
    and unemployed dream makers...
     
  • 15 August 2010
    Angel in Blue
    Sunita Gurung
    In the warmest day of summer 
    You are that tree. Underneath, I stand for shade. 
    On a lonely night, under the twinkling stars 
    I can hear you sing and your guitar play. 
    Had I not had your hands 
    To hold on to 
    Had you not given me your wisdom 
    To guide me through 
    An angel, the angel, MY angel in blue. 
     
    Like the silent sunset in the distance, 
    A warm blanket in the winter days. 
    ‘You are always giving’, you always said, 
    My angel has taught me how to take! 
    Had it not been for your support 
    To give me reasons to live. 
    Had it not been for your embrace 
    To remind me how secure the world is.. 
    You stood out amongst all, 
    You urged me to continue the walk. 
    I said ‘I can no longer go on’, 
  • 5 August 2010
    untitled
    Barsha Hamal

    You called to say you are possessed,

    What you meant I knew not.

    Now I fully know it's you,

    that wicked black cloud rubbing its back on my shadow.
     

  • 15 July 2010
    Dry Clean
    Suyog Shrestha

    Dried tears, tracing strange patterns

    in my pillow -
     
    it’s time to dry clean
  • 20 June 2010
    I'm Home
    Yuko Maskay

    Enter life. 
    Salty pinch of pain, sugar joy
    A cliched tune of melody
    Ringing in my ears

    Nothing is, everything was
    Blue skies, billion stars
    Sand, earth, bare feet, cold
    Skeletal remains of a soul

    Teary eyes, red bloodshot
    Desperate cries unheard
    Death comes, says hello
    Hiding behind a veil, seductive

    Teasing me, flirting breeze
    Fresh teen spirit awash 
    In black soap, foam everywhere
    Drowning, gasping, hoping

    Hoping, angel with big wings
    A white light, glaring in mine eyes
    Sweeping dust, dirt, dark night
    Teary eyes, finally I'm home. 

  • 1 June 2010
    Poop
    Prisna Dixit

    A thousand
    No billion
    No trillion
    ThousandHundredBillionTrillion voices growing louder in my mind
    They overflow…rush rapidly to my mouth
    And stop

  • 8 May 2010
    Why should it matter?
    Pratul .

    Why should it matter,
    that you're not here to see me
    walk in stilettos,
    shine my lips with gloss,
    or do my eyes in dark, dark blue mascara?

    Why should it matter, love
    that I'm walking the streets in my flip-flops
    mistaken for a tramp,
    sometimes for a foreigner?

    Why should it matter, my love
    that my hours of despair,
    are never yours,
    and my tears- passé?

    Why should it matter 
    that in staring at the blinding blue of the sky,
    my tears get mistaken 
    for the bubbles that float in space?

    What should it matter, my darling
    that in staring at the blankness of the computer screen,
    in drinking hot water absent-mindedly on a warm day,
    in forgetting to stay in touch with the world,
    I've build a world within?

    What should it matter?

    In all my absentmindedness and masquerades,
    my skin ripples with the acknowledgement
    of your movement within.

  • 22 April 2010
    Destination
    Prakash Subedi

    Descending from the sky
    a drop of rain
    asked the other:

                                Where
                                are
                                you
                                going
                                to
                                fall?

    The other replied:

                                Wherever
                                may
                                we
                                fall,
                                in
                                the
                                ocean
                                we
                                shall
                                meet
                                after
                                all! 

  • 23 March 2010
    Tell Me
    Sunita Basnet
    Finally I got what I wanted from my true lies
    Staggering myself to be at home safely,
    I was reflecting myself through mirrors with bleary eyes.

    I've got a feeling what if tonight is going to be my last night
    Abate was I when I stood in front of my mom
    Playing all those random things in my mind about how I used to fight.

    I just got a new pair of Converse today
    And I love the color.
    But I'm not sure if they will match my uniform
    Or make me look like horror.

    Sinus, headache and back pain...

  • 27 February 2010
    Light Green Eyes
    Aayush Niroula

    Not sublime
    burst of light
    you run away
    so fast, you are like colour

    And this a forest of green
    barks and brown
    When you look back
    and laugh and run

    Do do look back
    and laugh and run
    I will chase you
    I want to catch you

    But I like jumping and
    running after you
    Leaps above the branches
    Leaps above myself

    Everything passes by so fast
    It's a blur of colour
    They meet to become the bright of white
    You run so fast...