नाई मलाई थाहा छैन (कविता )

अनिश शर्मा "रोदन " यथार्थ त मलाई थाहा छ तर मलाई बाच्नु छ । मैले सत्य कुरा गरे त भोलि मलाई मारिने छ । त्यसैले म भन्छु, नाई मलाई थाहा छैन । नाई मलाई थाहा छैन । सत्य कुरा गरे त भोलि मेरो बदनाम हुनेछ । सत्यलेनै मलाई , बदनाम गराउनेछ । भोलि मेरो चर्चाको... Continue Reading →

कलम (कविता)

अनिश शर्मा "रोदन " म एउटा मानव , तिमी पनि त मानव । फरक यति मात्र छ , तिमी चलाउँछौ बम ,गोलि ,बन्दूक । म चलाउँछु कलम । म एउटा युवा , तिमी पनि त एउटा युवा । तर फरक यति मात्र छ , तिमी बलवान् छौ , म बुद्धिमान । मेरो पनि रहर छ... Continue Reading →

Evolving Words

by Pranay Khatiwara Pythagoras once said “Do not say little in many words but a great deal in few”. Today's youth have an inherent liking for use of short/abbreviated words in their conversations. Vedas and other Sanskrit texts were composed using words as long as sentences. Talk to an octogenarian and he will explain you... Continue Reading →

My tryst with Indian Brands

by Shereen Singla Why I decided not to buy (and subsequently not use) Foreign Brands  So this conscious and deliberate decision came at a time when I was reading about The Swadeshi Movement of our  Indian National Movement, which was an economic strategy to uproot the British Empire from India and aimed at the revival... Continue Reading →

Tears of Teesta

by Roshan Adhikari A mother who nourished my crops, Water which rest down my thirst. A deity which blessed my tiny land Sikkim, Goddess of worshiping, Teesta her name, Flows all the season from autumn to spring. In between the mountains a glacier survives, Where she took the birth, a place to rejoice. Flowing down... Continue Reading →

Random Emotions…

by Abhishek Sharma   I pray to god, this bad blood to bail, Silence does not means that peace prevails, Everyone sees love and harmony but Nobody feels the “Visible Devil”, Where we work in modern era, and everyone is backing up medieval. The state of total chaos, innocent fools, trading schools, and acts that... Continue Reading →

हिंदी की दुविधा

- प्रदीप चंद्र जोशी  आज राग दरबारी पढ़ते हुए, अचानक हिंदी, किताब से बाहर आ गयी। बाहर निकल पीले रुंधे हुए पन्नों पर बैठ गयी। पहले तो मैं केवल राग दरबारी पर ध्यानमग्न रहा, किन्तु जब हिंदी ने दो बार मुझे घूर कर देखा तो "निज भाषा सम्मान" के कारण मुझे ध्यान उसकी ओर ले जाना... Continue Reading →

Into the Strange Land…

by Neha Kamboj To the land of unknowns, I walk Amidst silence and serene... The Beautiful greens holding the air around And clouds above in the open sky like open arms, Welcoming the cool breeze, Swiftly taking away my breathe And swishing away strands of hair from my face. The coolness and calm around like never... Continue Reading →

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