Dr. Bidur P. Chaulagain, Kathmandu I keep moon inside my bowl I put water full to…
poetry
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by chopping timeline year by year this fragment at my hand newest among those years enjoy my…
When doors of delight close Love knocks the door I left my coffee of insight Panting and…
musique concrète of wounds “Godspeed You! Black Emperor” drones in my silicon skyline like the saddest most…
crescent moon – your lips on my throat sickle sharp tendril- early morning spy on my window…
We sometimes love people we should hate And sometimes hate people we should love We cherish memories…