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कालबोध: मिथ इबरा
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It seems to me it was the greatest pity in the world, when philosophy and fiction get split. They used to be one right from the days of myth. Then they went and parted, with Aristotle and Thomas Aquinas and Kant.The two should come together again." -D. H. Lawrence. मुखपृष्ठ. मुखपृष्ठ. Tuesday, September 30, 2014. मिथ इबरा. मिथ इबरा. कति सत्य, कति भ्रम. राजा पुनियानी. आईबी राई दार्जीलिङे साहित्यको बाघ. केवलचन्द्र लामाले भने।. राई त फेनमेना हो नि भाइ।. 8221; ।. 8216; विपना कतिपय. सन् १९६१),. 8217; ।. 8221;...
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शब्दकिरण: November 2013
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Saturday, November 16, 2013. हैकमको बजारमा. चर्दैछन्. अम्मली भेँड़ाहरू. भीरको टुप्पोबाट झरेर मर्दैछन्. भविष्यको चट्टानमा।. कति मरिसके भेँड़ाहरू. औला भाँचेर गन्ती गर्दैछन्. बैदार समय।. Posted by किरणकुमार राई. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). आफ्नै पक्षमा. समयले बल्छी हानिरहेछ उसको जीवनलाई- बस त्यति! प्राप्त पुरस्कार. स्रष्टा पुरस्कार-१९९३. साहित्य अकादेमी अनुवाद पुरस्कार-१९९९. नवीनतम अनुवाद कृति. प्रकाशित कृतिहरू. फणीन्द्र कुमार देवचौधुरीकृत असमì...असमीया उपन्यासको नेप&...असमीया उपन्य...स्वपî...
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camouflage: kissing the air
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Saturday, May 23, 2009. In front of me. At back of me. 169; binod pradhan. Saturday, May 23, 2009. Labels: Kissing the Air. January 5, 2010 at 9:57 AM. Reading this again and again. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Shellac: The Schoolbag Story. The X-ray World of Khadakbahadur Daju. Unplugged Version of the Working Class Hero. कविताहरू. MY FREEDOM MY REVOLUTION. If It Rains: If It Rains Not. 169; binod pradhan. View my complete profile. There was an error in this gadget.
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camouflage: Please Stay for an Hour.
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Wednesday, May 8, 2013. Please Stay for an Hour. When your breathe enters into my lungs. Its like a January. Becomes like the size of your eyeballs,. Becomes a galaxy of your scent,. Your voices growfrom the root of my ears. Please stay for an hour. This one hour would be a roof of time. Under which the fingers of our heartbeat. Would hold each other. Lets travel beyond light-year. As you and me can digest time. And lets talk in white words. The colour of our religion,. The colour of our country.
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शब्दकिरण
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Tuesday, August 17, 2010. আপুনি কবিতা কিনিবলৈ আহিছে নে কি? কবিতা জুখিব জানে আপুনি? তেন্তে, চাওক. আঁৰি থৈছোঁ মোৰ বুকুতে।. কাঁইটীয়া নহয়তো? যদি কাঁইটীয়া হয়. আপুনি ওচৰলৈ নাহিব. পলাই পত্ৰং দিব পাৰে মোৰ কবিতাই. কুমলীয়া তুলাৰ দৰে তাই. আকাশলৈ ঊৰি যাব খোজে বাৰে বাৰে. কি আনিছে আপুনি কবিতা কিনিবলৈ? যদি হিংসা আৰু ঈৰ্ষাৰ খুচুৰা পইচা. আপোনাৰ জেপত নাচি আছে. মই তুলি দিব নোৱাৰোঁ মোৰ কবিতা আপোনাৰ হাতত।. মোৰ বিৰাট ভয় মোৰ কবিতাক কিজানি আপুনি. চৰিয়াই দিব, গুৰিয়াই দিব. আপোনাক কৈ থৈছোঁ. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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शब्दकिरण
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Tuesday, August 17, 2010. विज्ञापन अनि हाम्रा कविता. नेपाली साहित्यमा अब राम्रा कविहरुको अभाव छैन। छँदैछैन, पटक्कै छैन।. बरू लाग्छ, अझ प्रखर! भारतीय नेपाली साहित्यका एकाध मानिएका लेखकहरूका कृतिहरूले कतिसम्म पाठकहरु पाएका छन? कहिले हाम्रा पुस्तकहरू हारालुछ हुनु पाठकहरूमाझ? यस्ता कैयौं समाधानहीन समस्याहरु छन हामीसित।. के हाम्रा कविताहरुमा निहित घनत्वले विश्वलाई बोक्न सक्दैना? त्यही दिनको प्रतीक्षा छ! शुभस्य शीघ्रम! मिरभ कम्प्युटेक प्रिन्टर्स. Posted by किरणकुमार राई. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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camouflage: The X-ray World of Khadakbahadur Daju
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Tuesday, November 8, 2011. The X-ray World of Khadakbahadur Daju. Khadakbahadur Daju does not own a motor-bike. But the story of his forty-eight year's of his life. Is written on the alphabets of his cracked heels. He has newly made a BPL ration- card. He was overjoyed to get the card. Like he was overjoyed. When he sewed his first. He enjoys the melody of that. Tir tiraay dhara.". The ever-flowing water of the. Made him strong enough. Sometimes, when a high fever strikes him. Khadakbahadur Daju was sad.
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grey silhouettes: 03/16/11
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POEMS BY PRAVIN RAI JUMELI. Wednesday, March 16, 2011. Remarking that how much. Backward is our country. Country is the motif of society also. Aha a brigade of youth is raised. To hunt for reformation. Asserting that the real country. Lives in the cities. And investigating the sores in files. That is agonizing the country. Also bargaining the prices with recliners. That inflate the country. The squad of youth is awoke. To drag the country of cities at right track. Now the thumbs do not used. Pack snacks ...
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grey silhouettes: 12/17/10
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POEMS BY PRAVIN RAI JUMELI. Friday, December 17, 2010. While depicting the Life. A brush dipped in yellow. Am walking over the lonesome backdrop of ‘Wheatfield with crows’. Are not shivering the Vangogh hands of painter. In the letters of Theo nowadays. And they’re aching voiceless. The walk that is with me always. Is continuous as the flow of Rangit. Feet are fettered with compulsion. To reach unknown somewhere. Waiting for a blue pastel. The incomplete desire to be portrayed as Irises.
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camouflage: purple haze
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Saturday, April 18, 2009. Hence our test tube children steadily giggled. At unfed hunger wrapped upon tiger's skin. Spilling from harry potterian lens. Brahmanya karmani sangam tyakta karoti yah. Lipyate nesa papena padma patramivambhasa. A bluetooth smile hung on aphrodisiac lips. Empty he came, empty he went:. Drifted across cyber tsunami. Softly kissing those allergic rashes on her vedic feet. But still, never removing moonwalks and catwalks. Cruncher by a pair of pigheaded shoe. Garnier; revlon; lakme.
