On that cold, rainy Sunday, my father quickly helped me along the slippery sidewalk. I grasped his hand with both of mine, for I found the torrents of rain, which were typical of a chilly autumn’s day, horribly frightening. Our clothes dripping, we found refuge in the small bookstore on the side of Miriam Road. […]
Aarju Pandey
CHERRY RED
Another gray, rainy Sunday. I followed my mother out to the bus stop. She handed me the small black umbrella and put her own hood on, shielding her auburn curls. With a loud screech, the bus came to a halt it front of us. My mom took my warm, dry hand in her cold, wet […]
SWEAT and BLOOD
My great-aunt grew up and lived a large part of her life in Nepal. She abandoned school at the tender age of fourteen to get married. She played the role of a woman, weighed down with responsibility, at a very young age. She moved to Denver, Colorado in her middle ages. After losing her husband, […]
BREAD AND BEGGARS
Kinks of light filtered through the high window. I stirred in my sleep, bothered by the sunlight. It was early. Sunrise. But people were already spilling out into the street. Fog blanketed the city, making it almost unfamiliar. The tintinnabulation of temple bells. The fragrance of roses. The barking of street dogs.
A LITTLE SALT AND A LITTLE PEPPER
She laughed, amused by the falling white flakes. I put my warm hands around her cold pink cheeks. Little snowflakes clung to her lashes. She toddled away stumbling every few steps, and falling face first into the snow. It was silent, excepting her squeals of delight. A blanket of peace covered the city, drowning out […]
SCABBY KNEES
He offered a firm hand for me to place my small one. Slowly, he helped me take small steps to the destination. The destination. Far away, away from him. Keep going, he said, don’t stop. It hurt. I wanted to stop. I wanted him to lift me up and away from the cold, hard […]
The New Poem
chose not to rhyme because it is not neccassary to rhyme in today’s poem culture. It is considered a somewhat immature to rhyme in poetry.
A rhymed poem for all the folks who wanted it
A cat chased a rat
The rat had a bat
The rat hit the cat
In the head with a bat
Two Worlds
Two worlds In one skyscrapers define the horizon In the other peaks jut out of thick morning fog In one paved roads snake through the busy city In the other gravel crunches under my shoes She came long ago Leaving one world behind for another She set foot in strange soil Tears still […]
Children in Nepal – Adults of Tomorrow or Adult’s Prey?
Children and Nepal is quite a disappointing topic. There is discrimination among genders. Cruel treatment of kids is also not rear. Children are mostly taken seriously. This is a problem waiting to be solved. Some parents and adults think it quite all right to spank or beat children when they make mistakes. I think this […]
Nepal – Old Temples or Old T-Shirts?
Similar to a dark shadow sweeping across the sun bathed land, filth and carelessness are taking over the breathtaking landscape of Nepal. A beautiful country is slowly but surely losing its natural extravagance. The once pride filled city of Kathmandu is too dirty to breathe in and littered from head to toe with all kinds of garbage. When you walk in the streets of Kathmandu you will be sure to see people covering their mouths and noses with cloth or their hands because of unpleasant smells or excess dust. You will also see people, instead of using a bathroom, leaving their waste in the street. It is also good to note the many dogs with Rabies roaming the roads; these dogs could take peoples lives with a simple bite or lick. Was this how the land of the Himalayas usually was?