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Author's Note This poem draws from Egyptian mythology—particularly the story of Isis and Osiris—to explore themes of longing, reconstr...
Thrush! Are you not?! Alas! your voice echoes inside, inside my ear, deep, like water that remembers the moon. Why do you resonate so far...
Behind the Scene — This poem was sparked when I was on my balcony yesterday. I saw a dragonfly flying restlessly, heading somewhere — as if ...
Thistledown and the Cornucopia | Poetry & Reflection Poetry & Reflection Thistledown and th...
Between Two Heartbeats — The Philosophy of Love and Continuity | Ruman Neupane Between Two Heartbeats The Philosophy...
The Hesitation Before Heaven | Ruman Neupane The Hesitation Before Heaven Poetry & Reflection By Ruman Neup...
Brahmasāyujya Brahmasāyujya By Ruman Neupane | Poetry & Reflection 4 min read ...
Gone— yet I feel thy voices echo like Artemis slipping into the night, thy scent of sandalwood still carved upon my forehead as Parvati...
"Not yet time," she said, "to write." The hour hides behind veils of unborn stars. Do not carve my name into your trembl...
Carved by a celestial hand, Thou art a breathing canto, alive,T The poem is imbued with life and spirit. A miracle enflamed, alight beyon...
Behind the Scene This poem was sparked when I was on my balcony yesterday. I saw a dragonfly flying restlessly, heading somewhere—as if tr...
Eyes all tell the beauty Of beauteous being, Your hand, Your fingers, How they tell the silence, How did they tell the truth Of wanted roar ...
I stand without help, In this extensive and void world, My bottoms planted resolutely on th...
Behind the Scene This poem is for my wife. We were 21 and 22. It rushed through my mind when we were under the bamboo grove for the first ti...
Behind the Scene When a poet pours his heart into words, it is not just expression — it is devotion. Every syllable becomes an act of worshi...
Behind the Verse This poem was written for HER devotion. Afar, we are Yet we resonate, You are the golden droplets Whom I prefer to hold bac...
I. I must penance, Grace To determine, the desperation, for solace And admiration to get you Irises got me trapped Inside thei...
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