Author Archives: भण्डारी2013

About भण्डारी2013

Has a reflective and idealistic types of personality. Loves to participate in Social activities. Extremely loyal by nature. Laid back unless a strongly held value is threatened and a talented writer too.

Poem – Space

From the trees the leaves came down until we joined hands with a wand and that act enabled them somehow then to reach the ground where they scuttered round our feet urging the latter to unite with a baton as … Continue reading

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Poem – Sleep

We brush the other, invisible moon. Its caves come out and carry us inside.

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Poem – Story of Or

To pose nakedness is To refute it. A pose Is a clothes. Like Stanzaic arrangements of The word which should Ideally, be in pain against Its w and its d. No slack Is why such heaves of or To denude … Continue reading

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Poem – On the Critical Attitude

The critical attitude Strikes many people as unfruitful That is because they find the state Impervious to their criticism But what in this case is an unfruitful attitude Is merely a feeble attitude. Give criticism arms And states can be … Continue reading

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Poem – Not What was Meant

When the Academy of Arts demanded freedom Of artistic expression from narrow-minded bureaucrats There was a howl and a clamour in its immediate vicinity But roaring above everything Came a deafening thunder of applause From beyond the Sector boundary. Freedom! … Continue reading

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Poem – A Worker Reads History

Who built the seven gates of Thebes? The books are filled with names of kings. Was it the kings who hauled the craggy blocks of stone? And Babylon, so many times destroyed. Who built the city up each time? In … Continue reading

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Poem – The Mark of Evil

On my wall hangs a Japanese carving, The mask of an evil demon, decorated with gold lacquer. Sympathetically I observe The swollen veins of the forehead, indicating What a strain it is to be evil.

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