The Last Stanza
  • 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...

  • 8 February 2010
    And I Smile
    Arun Budathoki

    This is the warmth I need most
    When the heart is cold utmost
    I smile like the wings of a dragonfly
    continuous, uninterrupted

    I don't walk like the mad woman
    In the street
    Or beg for love
    Like the street girl

    I smile like the naked tree
    And giggle like fallen leaves

    I smile, smile, smile

  • 18 January 2010
    Eyes
    Prakash Subedi

    I opened my eyes

                and

                looked at the world—

    I closed my eyes

               and

               saw it.

  • 1 January 2010
    Lazy Morning
    Sangam Silpakar
    Curled up my body,
    Beneath the ocean of my balmy sheet
    Wrapping me like a small baby
    Making me warm
    Touching me gentle
     
    The sun in the sky
    Burning and glowing
    The birds on my window
    Chirping and singing
    I dont want to wake up
    It's chilled in the morning
    Oh foggy cold winter
    It's getting harder
     
  • 8 December 2009
    The Emptiness
    Arun Budathoki

    This room is empty under the swollen sky,
    The moon is harsh and dogs of the night cry,
    Sounds, lights, voices guard the violent air,
    Every mind is asleep inside the word of a grey hair.

    Things bring lifeless image to eye,
    The moon is cruel and shouts of the night fry
    Fears, wishes, and cries with the heartless air,
    Every eye is asleep inside the chorus of a grey hair.

    This room is empty under the clouded sky,
    The moon is fearsome and streets of the night dry...

  • 28 November 2009
    Life Moves On
    Dibyendra Hyoju

    Many fences and hurdles uncover as we walk,
    Yet we survive from little joys that surpass
    The uncertainties and entanglements of life.
    Life moves on embracing darkness and lights.

    The scars still remind us of the bruises of the past,
    And the silence of petrifying nights, that still cast
    The shadows of our lives, that we buried far behind.
    Life moves on leaving the traces in a thin fine line.

    We are all ageing, riding the roller-coasters of life,
    and swimming on the river of happiness and strife.

  • 10 November 2009
    Thread
    Prakash Subedi

    Walking through the dark night,
    my friend and me lost our ways—
    And, fell into a deep dry well.

    Groping through the darkness,
    our hands came across
    huge balls of thread.

    Our fingers
    vigorously, tirelessly
    moved through the thread
    throughout the night...

  • 26 October 2009
    Ode to My City
    Slok Gyawali

    this is my city
    its narrow streets clogged with burning passion.
    ancient temples that have stood the test of time and
    secret lovers.
    silent idols bowed to, prayed to and died for.

    this is my city
    unlike what the Catholic said
    I belong here
    with its tiers burning my eyes
    so much red it could drown all the bourgeois.
    absorbing every soul that enters this wooden temple
    overflowing like the dumpsters into the streets
    reeking of mellow yesteryears...

  • 9 October 2009
    The Path Uphill
    Prajwol Thapa

    This stony path I have toiled for ages,
    Happiness I have forgotten to the shadows of time.
    I know this futile work is eternal and so my heart rages,
    But still I toil like the monotonous music of a wind-chime.
     
    Now the memories of my free roaming are distant,
    This lifeless rock is now my best friend.
    My task is futile and I have no time to lament,
    But the path downhill is the moment that I most dread.
     
    This small space of time in the vastness of eternity...

  • 29 September 2009
    Useless Poetry
    Richa Neupane

    useless poetry
    as i muse
    extremes
    come to me

    how did i fall
    why do we exist
    why do we have such funny noses?

    (seriously they are amusing)
    all these occupy me
    whenever unnecessary...