Dashain makes me a little sad

Dashain makes me a little sad.It starts with nostalgia and endsin an abyss that offers no understanding.It is the change of season;the fluttering kitesthat do not quite reason.We could tie our phone with the thread and launch it instead. Dashain makes me a little sad.It might be the loss of powercrisp new clothes would otherwise…

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Celebrating Poetry on Bhanu Jayanti

The 29th of Ashad, according to the Nepali calendar, is the birth anniversary of Bhanu Bhakta Acharya, one of Nepali literature’s greatest poets. The day is often known as Bhanu Jayanti; Jayanti meaning anniversary. Acharya was born on 29th Ashad 1871 BS (1814 AD). He is often referred to as the Adikavi, where Adi means…

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I Made Clouds Today

I made clouds today,floating from the tip of mydigital nib. Drew them on a tabletand painted as I watched the screen. I wanted the cloudsto be fluffylike cotton candy.Of course I can’t eat them. I made clouds today-blue sky and white clouds,soft like furs ofthe stray kitten. I made clouds today.

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A New Planner: A New Year Poem

What a trouble it is,a new year for the first few days.My hands so accustomedto the old date –writes it unconsciously all over.A few monthsand it is a habituntil another year comes by. What does a change of calendar dobut make me feel older,a little nervous of the passing timethat I seem to capturein my…

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Scattered

You find yourselfscattered –across time, across place,in the leaves of trees you’ve visited,or the words scribbled in walls, real and digital. Every piece is complete on it’s own,and yet when they come togetherthey make you more you than you. So you beginthis journeyto find your piecesthat you’d keptin various places,just to be safefor times when…

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Weeping Times

It begins from somewhere,a memory, a statement, a voice.And the tears come gushing inlike maddening storm to an otherwise perfectly solemn time. Weeping times, they areof things that cannot be changed,of things that aren’t accepted. We cry for these, don’t we?Everything else falls in between. So, my friend, when was the last timeyou had tears…

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