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December 2, 2024 / 1 Comment

Kathmandu: Chaos in Harmony

Sudhan Subedi

This is Kathmandu, a city full of life: the beating heart of life can be found on every street and alley of the metropolis. Kathmandu is a shelter for all—a bonanza where dreams and tales intertwine. From every corner of Durbar Squares to every inch of the bustling Ason markets, Kathmandu supports culture, tradition and ambition. It does so in a complex and effortless way that rings together a jumble of noise, temple sounds and the sight of prayer flags – all elements of beauty that seem to go seamlessly within the spaces created by man.

Yet, among this chaos, one fact is beyond discourse: this city is more than a space for chaos, and it must be cared for so it provides space for everyone. Imagine streets with trees and no noise, rivers so clean they reflect our smiles and skies so clear we can see without clouds. A city where history is cherished, invention is rampant, and noise complements the calmness by stunning nature.

Kathmandu is not just a city; it a living, breathing, historical storyteller full of hopes. The fight that we face however isn’t to tame the chaos. It’s to love the chaos and direct it into a space that allows humanity, animals and nature itself to all fit into an environment. Let us then imagine and build this shelter to be one that will give air and beauty to those who inhabit it in the future.

October 30, 2024 / 0 Comments

Slowly But Surely

Om Prakash

I am trying, inch by inch I climb,
Through storms of doubt and tests of time.
In every challenge that I meet,
I push ahead on weary feet.

I’ve not learned to stop when shadows fall,
Nor bend beneath life’s weight and call.
With wings of effort, strong and wide,
I scale each peak with steady stride.

Taunts may come, sharp stones may lie,
But I press on, as fears deny.
My pen, a chisel, carves the way,
Through trials born of night and day.

Silence stands with me through it all,
In struggle’s hour, I stand tall.
I’ll bear the talk, the scorn, the fight—
For victory is in my sight.

Slowly, surely, step by step,
I climb this path with no regret.
I am trying.

October 20, 2024 / 0 Comments

The Quiet Bond

Wasim Barelvi

He doesn’t come to my house, I don’t go to his
Yet, distance doesn’t make our bond amiss.
Good or bad, all ties remain,
None leaves this world with more to gain.

In the hands of TV, what has become
Of homes where once fathers led their sons?
No child now follows in their stride,
A fading lineage, once full of pride.

A hundred doors opened, yet held by care,
Where would I roam, if not to return there?
These tears of love, let them quietly stay—
The secrets of the noble, in silence lay.

Tell him, ‘Wasim,’ this world is small,
Whoever enters my door, returns no call.
For once within, they no longer stray,
No wandering heart will drift away.

October 19, 2024 / 0 Comments

Unseen, Yet All-Seeing

Sudhan Subedi

I frown,
I’m feeble,
Yet I see it all—
What goes in, what comes out,
The secrets of the world unfold before me.

The world may not know my name,
But I know its every whisper,
Its every sigh,
I know the world,
Though it may pass me by.

In silence, I observe,
In quiet strength, I endure,
Unknown to the masses,
But to the world,
I am sure.

October 16, 2024 / 0 Comments

The Name on Dusty Glass

Sudhan Subedi

You write her name on the dusty glass,
Of a car not yours, parked by the bay,
Let her name travel on every breeze,
Let the world know your love today.

Though washed or cleaned in a little while,
For now, her name is clear, it gleams,
Until the rain or time erases,
Her name lingers in fleeting dreams.

October 3, 2024 / 0 Comments

Motherhood in every gene

Sudhan Subedi

A poem written for Mom was well-admired,
For all the things she does, all she’s inspired.
When it’s Mom—do we ever need to explain?
Her love flows through us, like gentle rain.

Look at these monkeys, how they care,
Motherhood at its peak, always there.
No need for words, no need for feeling,
Motherhood’s in our genes, ever-revealing.

No force on Earth can stand before,
A mother’s love—steadfast and pure.

September 29, 2024 / 0 Comments

Veils of Dreams

Ahmed Faraz

If we part ways today, perhaps in dreams we’ll meet,
Like dried flowers pressed between pages, bittersweet.

In the hearts of the broken, seek loyalty’s gleam,
For even among the lost, you’ll find treasures unseen.

You are divine, am I not too?
My love, are we not angels, pure and true?
Why then, must we meet behind so many veils?
When our souls are bound, beyond all tales?

September 19, 2024 / 0 Comments

Fatigue was inevitable while doing some work

Zafar Iqbal

Fatigue was inevitable while doing some work, And now I’m even more tired from resting too much.

The darkness outside has seeped within, In turning dusk, I have become the night itself.

This age was such that I spent it as I did, Disgraced myself while shaming others.

The bird can’t escape, but it’s trapped in this air, I’ve grown weary of baiting my heart like this.

Some weren’t unaware; they knew me well, I was departing even as I sought respite.

Water had risen over my head, but I struggled, Pausing everything, holding back everything.

What pilgrimage were we on that led us to these days? What dust it was that we made holy.

From the bend where we began, we’ve returned again, Bringing a futile journey to its end.

At last, Zafar, I’ve vanished from the scene, In making my unique style too common.

September 13, 2024 / 0 Comments

The Night of Excuses

Sudhan Subedi

A Friday night call came from a friend,
But two replies outright condemned.
One claimed urgency, a crisis at max,
The other excused with commitments that stacked.

No typsy evening of laughter and fun,
No chit-chat beneath both moon and sun.

Yet, fate had plans of its own to make,
For that evening, the two would partake.
One held a bag brimming with tomatoes,
The other bore potatoes, heavy as halos.

They shared a smile, knowing the game,
The creative excuses, all the same.
A hint of duty in the air,
For home-cooked meals they’d prepare.

Vegetables won, over barroom snacks,
Responsibilities, no turning back.

August 9, 2024 / 0 Comments

Friday Full

Life is full of daily routines and small tasks—often referred to as the “daily grind” or “daily chores.” These activities, while sometimes mundane, are the backbone of our existence. They provide structure and a sense of normalcy, anchoring us in the present.

When you say, “life around daily chores is wow,” it reflects an appreciation for the beauty in these everyday moments. There’s a certain magic in the simplicity of daily life, where each task—whether it’s making breakfast, walking the dog, or tidying up—has its own rhythm and significance. These activities might seem ordinary, but they are filled with life and movement. They sparkle with the potential for small joys, like the satisfaction of a clean space, the warmth of a cooked meal, or the peace of a quiet evening.

The routine itself can be comforting, a reminder that even in a world of constant change, there are things we can rely on. It’s the flow of these small, consistent actions that create the larger tapestry of our lives. And within this flow, there’s a rhythm that can be quite beautiful when we take the time to notice it. Each moment, each task, contributes to the whole, making life a series of sparkling moments that might otherwise go unnoticed.