Tag Archives: Ismael Subba

Story : Threat

~Ismael Subba~ Sky is clear,and the birds are flying. There are uncountable faces under the same sky with different emotions and situations.Philip too is one of them.As he reads a paper,his clear and bright face seems to be darkened…The Paper … Continue reading

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Poem : The love Undefined

~Ismael Subba~ It’s not new thing for me to forget you, To forget that promises made, To forget those verses which I liked the most, To erase, Not to remember your love … It’s been a habit for me…

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Micro Story : The Unseen Power

~Ismael Subba~ Far there the horizon,sun is about to set as Deepak glances his life sitting in top of the hill unknown what’s next…An unseen power has lead him to walk all away from his home.Many things runs through his … Continue reading

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Translated Poem : You

~Ismael Subba~ What do you like? Say,if your life seems to be like a wilderness, What do you like? Have you ever said sometimes, My life is beautiful, Or its important for me to Play my role…..

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Poem : Nothing

~Ismael Subba~ I am nothing…. I exist, It’s not because I want to…. As are we created, Created are those winds, Waters, fire and more Just in a command..

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Translated Poem : Placid

~Suraj Rana~ Translated by : Ismael subba I feel right to remain silent, Silent like darkest night, Silent like flora, Silent like martyrs statue, Silent like colossal sky.. To yell making loud noise are the works of Pornstars from the … Continue reading

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Translated Poem : The chaotic love

~Nabin Pyasi~ Translated by : Ismael subba I am a lover Sleeping in the grave of Spy of love… Woke up from this grave I want to walk Such restricted paths Of the world Where,there is free For you and … Continue reading

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कथा : उकुस मुकुस

~इस्माएल सुब्बा~ सबैथोक त छ,तै पनि जिवनलाई सराप्ने कताबाट आदत बसेछ। अरूलाईभन्दा बढी अचेल आफ्नै जिन्दगी लाई देख्छ कुरूप र भन्छ थुक्क जिन्दगी। अनि एकोहोरिरहन्छ। म सोच्छु- मान्छेको जिवन के यति सस्तो छ र,एक बटल रम? के यो नै हो … Continue reading

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Essay : Kids are kids

~Ismael Subba~ There is still more time Kids are only kids, Let them be kids.., ********——******** Dear Doraemon, From the big coloured Tv screen of saney’s home Or from the dreams Which I used to see

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Poem : The hollow mentality

~Ismael Subba~ The deep hollow mentality is danger than the sea. waves of thoughts are deeper than the sea and is very dangerous..

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Poem : Shifter

~Ismael Subba~ Dear shifter, Who is your friend? Hand,believe,determination, Agony,sorrow or happiness,

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Story : Deep in thoughts

~Ismael Subba~ Chowrastha,A junction of four roads.The crowd there in the midst of the cold is really awesome. People are staring each other as if they are Aliens. Noises passes by Ankit’s eardrum. He could see students yelling,and roaming in … Continue reading

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Poem : Reality

~Ismael Subba~ Stop! And think once…. What if I am black, Do I belong to Africa?? Though I’m just like you, Speaking the same language, Eating the same things, Sharing the feelings As of yours..

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कविता : चिठ्ठी

~इस्माएल सुब्बा~ तिमीले त केवल सजाउन चाहेको थियौ एउटा अर्थपूर्ण जिन्दगी, र नै मागेको थियौ, केहि महत्वपूर्ण कुराहरू… एउटा टुक्रन्दै गएको पेन्सल, जसले कोर्न थियो जिन्दगीका उकाली-ओरालीहरू, अग्लो अग्लो आशाका पहाड, र चौडादार भित्ताहरू प्रयासको। लेख्नु थियो

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कविता : सोध्नु

~इस्माएल सुब्बा~ ढुङ्गालाई सोध, पानीलाई सोध, र सोध हावालाई पनि। अफ्रिकाको ढुङ्गालाई सोध्नु कि त्यसमा र इजिप्टको ढुङ्गामा के छ र फरक? के त्यो दुवै मिलेर बनाउन सक्दैनन् र एउटा सुन्दर घर?? सोध्नु टिस्टा-रङ्गीतलाई

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