Bimal Kishore Shrivastwa
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Watchful to the change of the seasons,
The lines on her forehead,
Have witnessed the passage …
By Bimal Kishore Shrivastwa
…watch the clock
Ticking and ticking on;
You are the rhythm
Of the tick…
By Bimal Kishore Shrivastwa
…wonderful it would be
If only I narrated ‒
The fragrance of cloying jasmine,
Hanging in…
By Bimal Kishore Shrivastwa
Dedicated to all who lost…
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…vessels of joy, the euphoria
Boarded in the ship of his dome
Have sunk into the…
By Bimal Kishore Shrivastwa
…and alone,
he is free to go to school,
free to work,
free to roam around…
By Bimal Kishore Shrivastwa
…holding its root,
Incites you to ink your emotions with blood
Like a woodpecker pecking the wood ignoring its woes
Until the mission is…
By Bimal Kishore Shrivastwa
The creases on her cheeks,
Watchful to the change of the seasons,
The lines on her forehead,
Have witnessed the passage …
By Bimal Kishore Shrivastwa
…watch the clock
Ticking and ticking on;
You are the rhythm
Of the tick…
By Bimal Kishore Shrivastwa
…wonderful it would be
If only I narrated ‒
The fragrance of cloying jasmine,
Hanging in…
By Bimal Kishore Shrivastwa
Dedicated to all who lost…
————
…vessels of joy, the euphoria
Boarded in the ship of his dome
Have sunk into the…
By Bimal Kishore Shrivastwa
…and alone,
he is free to go to school,
free to work,
free to roam around…
By Bimal Kishore Shrivastwa
…holding its root,
Incites you to ink your emotions with blood
Like a woodpecker pecking the wood ignoring its woes
Until the mission is…
By Bimal Kishore Shrivastwa
…men are paying for
nightly trip with nude maidens,
slaves at the hotel and lodge
wonder what sunrays look…
By Bimal Kishore Shrivastwa
…savage world, save me, is celebrating.
The gorgeous hills at their lush vegetation,
The graceful rhododendrons at their crimson attire,
The valiant lion at its power to…
By Bimal Kishore Shrivastwa
…invigorating air of my serene village
emits the odor of industrial smoke now.
Pollution, if possesses a filthy image,
is reflected in the atmosphere…
By Bimal Kishore Shrivastwa
…to recall your dearest bond
With your kinsfolk
To gain nothing but dead notes.
Then you endeavor…
By Bimal Kishore Shrivastwa
…bounded folks cherish life?
Ensnared by the duties,
they rush hither and thither.
Some depart from a…
By Bimal Kishore Shrivastwa
…dare you wash my classy shirt
with your torn socks in the same tub?”
The boss lashed, caned the…
By Bimal Kishore Shrivastwa
…a vegan to taste non-vegetable dish.
His reaction is:
“No, Please. My heart just doesn’t allow.”
Identical phenomenon applies in…
By Bimal Kishore Shrivastwa
…build their nests for shelter,
yet do not usurp other’s nests.
But mark a man!
How trickily, beating the…
By Bimal Kishore Shrivastwa
…willingness prefers unwillingness
to accept the sunset each day,
though it is a part of the day.
Embracing the sunset reminds…
By Bimal Kishore Shrivastwa
…governs almost all.
Parents expect offsprings to adhere
their creed and profession.
A businessman intends his child…
By Bimal Kishore Shrivastwa
…parents objected,
And society cursed their love.
Issue was the same racial, material.
But O Hatred!…
By Bimal Kishore Shrivastwa
…happened to visit a temple this morning.
I don’t know what I did there.
Neither did I chant prayers
nor bestowed the…
By Bimal Kishore Shrivastwa
…foreign language incomprehensible
Suppressing the internalized native one,
When you attempt to adopt
A bizarre foreign creed and…
By Bimal Kishore Shrivastwa
…has no etiquette; he has built an excessively conceited and self-absorbed personality; he always delays; he is so indifferent.” They went on cursing and backbiting on me one clam evening for the delay I had done in attending the birthday party of my 10-year-old niece at her home at Devkota Chowk, Biratnagar. When your foot is exposed to injury by a thorn prick, your entire focus centers on the thorn only until the problem…
By Bimal Kishore Shrivastwa
…I known that
Destiny would force me to stay lone,
Like an old tree in an exposed forest,
Chipping my…
By Bimal Kishore Shrivastwa
…tuneful ties of friends,
and friends turn into foes
when a credulous reacts on
the narrative of one…
By Bimal Kishore Shrivastwa
…she switched off nor I
in a late night bed.
Our cell phones shared
the same Wi-Fi, same…
By Bimal Kishore Shrivastwa
…a living tree, a passive spectator,
the Momma just gazed
as her 10-year-boy bade her bye
while heading to serve in the…
By Bimal Kishore Shrivastwa
…prefer silence
when people attempt to fire
our harmonious dome of integration
with the splinters of racial, religious…
By Bimal Kishore Shrivastwa
…console us─ luxuriate in the liberty─
when we are captivated in capitalism.
We tolerate what we must, else, violate,
appreciate what we need to…
By Bimal Kishore Shrivastwa
…prosperity, change are expected
as if they were a miracle or a boon.
We bank on a collective action
when it is formed of…
By Bimal Kishore Shrivastwa
…dusk was losing its light;
A feeble-minded guy noticed a lady returning home.
The nocturnal darkness darkened his rationality,
and bred his inner storm, fueled by…
By Bimal Kishore Shrivastwa
…cautiously a lady applies
ranges of props to enhance her beauty!
After cleansing her cheeks, applying foundation cream,
she needs a…
By Bimal Kishore Shrivastwa
…street bitch bred three puppies last month.
They sustained the rain, cold and thunder
from the motherly nurture and guard.
But soon she failed to retain…
By Bimal Kishore Shrivastwa