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Tag Archives: Literature
~Pramod Snehi~ Translated by Yuyutsu Sharma From the winter trees leaves fall to the ground. When you walk over these dry leaves a music escalates… Sa-re-ga-ma Pa-da-ni-sa
~Gopal Prasad Rimal~ Translated by Yuyutsu Sharma Our ponds of inertia are dear to us. Our pride in preserving the ponds is dear to us. Who are you to tarnish glorious pinpoints of our pride? In here we love the … Continue reading
~Yuyutsu Sharma~ From the porous ground of a savage slope ravaged by a landslide they watch visitors coming up the hill paths like clouds rushing up through the green folds of mountains to race over the hunger of their huddled … Continue reading
~Shailendra Sakar~ Translated by Yuyutsu Sharma Constitution isn’t some book’s name, nor is it a fresh weapon from some nuclear arsenal a blue stretch of a sky a bird’s exuberant attempt to fly a cry of a gurgling brook a … Continue reading
~Yuyutsu Sharma~ In the hands of a black night severed head of a young Buddha trying to read its pallid
~Bikrant Koirala~ Sometimes you need to free yourself. Give yourself a space wherein you can explore the possibilities you have seldom considered, may be you can go beyond the limit you have always wanted to but you simply didn’t dare. … Continue reading
~Hari Adhikari~ Translated by Yuyutsu Sharma Pockets of lust beneath my throbbing heart, that’s what I had sold out to you– lips of my private fish that have lost its translucence,
~Krishna Bhakta Shrestha~ Translated by Yuyutsu Sharma Lonely I am as a yoked bull in a life consumed beyond orders of human exhaustion lonely like a lump of flesh and blood waiting in a mother’s womb to grow into a … Continue reading
~Keshab Silwal~ Translated by Yuyutsu Sharma This is the rose that a dictator pins on your chest and numerous dead bodies line up… People with guts target people with shining chests. This is a medal earned in the name of … Continue reading
~Krishna Bhakta Shrestha~ Translated by Yuyutsu Sharma I lean over my own corpse as an old bunch-back over his own shadow; I lean and look, scanning with a vulture’s ariel eyes and dripping loops of fetid saliva I prepare to … Continue reading
~Bikrant Koirala~ Cigarettes, televisions, shoes and perhaps in some cultures dead bodies too, they all have their own boxes. Some are small, some bulky, some may be black and some white. Despite of their physical attributes, they all are boxes … Continue reading
~Keshab Silwal~ Yuyutsu Sharma The Flowers in their Baskets The flowers in their baskets do not smell of crisp books or rhymes that sing of flowers of freedom. Pale as pulp of their wiped out eyes
~Yuyutsu Sharma~ Laxmi Lekali sister of our butchered dreams Laxmi Lekali the foolish cops who conspired to dictate awe of your slogans who plotted to smash the heightened pagodas
~Peter J Karthak~ The season: The last Dashain day in the 1980s. The place: Chowk Bazaar of Darjeeling. The time: Nine pm. The persona: Jitendra Bardewa and Deo Prakash Rai. The first the chief of the Folk Entertainment Unit of … Continue reading
~Shailendra Sakar~ Translated by Yuyutsu Sharma Searching images of Himal’s shadow spreading in the icy depths of the Pacific Ocean on the steps of escalators recalling Lisno, the ladders dug in scented tree trunks, recalling hillside courtyards, resting-plinths, mule path … Continue reading
~Gopal Prasad Rimal~ Translated by Yuyutsu Sharma I had a dark one then, the one who couldn’t dare to face the magnificent daggers of my awesome presence. I was her King but she couldn’t be my Queen.
~Lekhnath Kafle ‘Rajan’~ Beautiful World Those eyes….. Which can observe an intense light in the darkened cave Which can view rainbow everytime in the sky Which only see the dreams
~Lekhnath Kafle ‘Rajan’~ Angels are jealous on your beauty Moon wants to date with you Flowers are ready to be your cloths Fresh air seems to blow around you Because you are so beautiful
~Bikrant Koirala~ All the things seem so perfect, running smoothly, working out the way you had always liked it to be, but a deviation and it all changes. The temple you are building collapses all of a sudden when you … Continue reading
~Bikrant Koirala~ I couldn’t be in time, is that some kind of grave sacrilege or serious apocalypse that I am to be blamed of. I called her and told, I had some work to do. And I was not lying … Continue reading
~Buddhi Sagar Chapagain~ Translated by Yuyutsu Sharma Perhaps moonlight died in the gloom of your burka— Eid’s full Moon. Ruksana, at this moment what could I send you except these words? While placing the morsel of bread in your mouth … Continue reading
~Manish Basistha~ Who am I and where am I from? Where am I going when I will be gone? Why was I here and for what reason? Who was that who had me in vision? Will I be leading an … Continue reading
~Buddhi Sagar Chapagain~ Translated by Yuyutsu Sharma In the fast fading blood has been drenched the empty vacuum flask, the lost ring and the ladyfinger close by has been blown off by the bullet. Under the merciless sun in a … Continue reading
~Bikrant Koirala~ A dirty looking boy with a pair of greased jeans, soiled shirt and an old stained white and black handkerchief tied around his neck shouts aloud standing near a microbus. His right hand full of cheap rubber bracelets … Continue reading
~Dr. Deepak Khadka~ Not like a night With pre-positioned stars and moon Or with the sun borne sky Sometime at the noon It was rather like a dawning sky Fresh, clear, silent and quiet Or tranquil, relaxing, waiting For something- … Continue reading
~Shreejana Bhandari~ Translated by Yuyutsu Sharma An old snayasi is pushed into the loft of an old haveli carrying the bulky weight of a crumbling past and made hostage to a shattered relationship like the last remains of a delaying … Continue reading
~Jiwan Kshetry~ It was a not-so-cold day of early December on the southern plain of Terai. The fog had just started descending to the land from the sky but the cold proper was yet to grip the population majority of … Continue reading
~Chetnath Dhamala~ Translated by Yuyutsu Sharma Sells demonstrations, Terror’s mist, Lip service. ** Salty frost,
~Bimal Nibha~ Translated by Yuyutsu Sharma The killer has withdrawn from the scene of oppression, leaving behind a sea of silences, a confluence of items elemental. Some of the items had special significance
~Pramod Snehi~ Translated by Yuyutsu Sharma In the remote mountain villages little children are playing in the dust of the famished streets. And uninterrupted in the vivid mirrors of their eyes are dancing stunning sequences of a beautiful hunger. More … Continue reading
~Krishna Bhakta Shrestha~ Translated by Yuyutsu Sharma A vulture’s first peck is at the eyes, the eyes that see the iridescence of the spectrum of life. Haphazardly it pounces and snaps,