My bastard child

Itisha Giri | September 15, 2015

You – my bastard child, you have learnt to speak, after years

I have created

Itisha Giri | July 17, 2015

I have created –

a country for you where your fractured self

lives by multiple names

I lie down

Wayne Amtzis | June 1, 2015

With not enough tomorrows to go round, and all yesterdays in short supply

Night closes in

Wayne Amtzis | May 16, 2015

Night closes in with its breath taking grip/ Night that walks in the guise of day.


Samyak Shertok | May 6, 2015

The Kathmandu sky sliced with unlive wires. Highways broken like bread or a body.

Poetry, picked

La.lit | March 26, 2015

A few years ago, my husband and I shared a flat in London with my brother and sister. On some kind of quest for self-improvement, we decided that we should all read more poetry.

Two poems: Manu Manjil and Momila

La.lit | March 25, 2015

In our continuing celebration of poetry this week, we bring to you two gems from the very first print volume of La.Lit, by highly regarded Nepali poets Manu Manjil and Momila.

Brave new world

La.lit | March 23, 2015

Many Nepalis put great stock in bravery, seeing no irony in praising the bloodlust of Gurkhas in the same breath as they claim for themselves the apostle of non-violence, Gautam Buddha.

World poetry what?

La.lit | March 22, 2015

All Nepalis are poets at heart. How could they not be, living in this terrible contusion of the sublime and the second-rate? So every day is poetry day in Nepal, even if someone, somewhere, deemed 21 March to be World Poetry Day and we feel bad we missed it. We’ll make up for it. To […]