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POETRY

Rising Junkiri is a free platform for Nepali poets & Bloggers! Share your Poem today!

never

It’s never enough

The tiny city lights flickering down the valley,The twinkling stars on a new moon night,The little moments of security,The sense of joy at little things...They're never enough, are they? A sigh escapes your ... Read More...
epiphany

Embracing Epiphany

It was like a painting Dispersed in the white walls The black dark Immovable shadow I was aware: I had been battling for long And, part of me was tired And, it remained immovable   Silence was the medium of ... Read More...
battlefield

The Battlefield

The Battlefield Yet again, The fire in me has died a little. In this big universe, I felt like a very small matter. Something that occupied space And had mass. That was the only matter I coul... Read More...
feel

Do you feel the same?

Do you feel the same? Do you feel the same? Like the mountains, Pure and high Emotions and the soul An urge, to touch the sky And beautiful, like a butterfly!   Passionate, to life... Read More...
Wanderer

A Wanderer

He was a Wanderer, wandering on his own, he needed no companion, he wandered all alone, his destination, still unknown, dirty clothes, long hair, beard fully grown. He traveled unknown places, filled wit... Read More...

Remember The Days

Remember The Days It’s the small moments that we’ll always remember The first hello, the goodbyes and the I hope I’ll see you again The sweetness that lingers and the pain that leaves us in shreds And it’... Read More...
bus

Inside a bus

As I travel I find myself lost within my own thoughts. I can't find any difference, is it the bus that's shaking or is it just my trembling heart? are there turns on the road or is it just my twisted mind?... Read More...
Flower-Pic-23175

Something You’d Miss

I still remember the look on your face. The words that you whispered, For just us to know. But now I sit alone - remembering you. All that I know is, I don’t know how to be something you’d miss. Never ima... Read More...
path

The Path

No idea who creates the path. But, I follow it. We follow it as it leads somewhere~ we might know ~ we might not know! That line supposed to separate Hope and hopelessness And, Life and death Who dra... Read More...
conundrum

Conundrum

Conundrum Her constellations embroidered eyes, sugar-coated maroon colored lips made me fall for her every pretty lie, and her cherry blossomed cheeks. Her silky long hair seemed something like of a gu... Read More...
orange

When in doubt, be orange

When in doubt, be orange; If you can be a fruit, be an orange. Don’t be an apple. Don’t be zero shades of white. Be an orange. Be so orange that they have to name a color after you. Don’t be an appl... Read More...