I often carry with me a bottle. And at tense moments when the moon sweats and the sun gets bitten by frost, I sprinkle a few drops over myself From that - a bottle of you.  (Bhuwan Thapaliya, “A bottle of you”)   The role of internet in bringing down the barriers and extending the creative horizons is immense. This I realised while watching an astonishingly fresh voice, Bhuwan Thapaliya appear on the literary horizon of Nepali English poetry. Thapaliya is a management graduate born and brought up in Kavre District and based in Kathmandu. Only four years ago an incident in his life turned him to seek refuge in the Nepali English muse.  Soon after, this young poet came out with a collection of scintillating poems, ‘Our Nepal, Our Pride.’   The story behind the publication of the book is intriguing. “I knew none in the literary circles,” he says. Instead of turning to the English departments for inspiration, Bhuwan choose to ramble in the luminous alleys of cyberspace. There he not only found his encouragement to put together his anguish resulting out of a lost love and seething anger against corrupt politicians; he also found an Indian publisher, www.Cyberwit.com and a Norway based editor, Adam Donaldson Powell.   Of the many new voices that often send me their work; I was surprised to read the few love poems that Bhuwan sent me last year. When he came up with his first collection of poems with a rather clichéd title, he wrote me asking me to launch the book. Unfortunately, I was in Chicago and told his of my inability. But Bhuwan stunned me with his decision to wait for three months for my return and delayed the event. Last week when I met him for the first time I instantly agreed to the launch after reading the poem quoted above.    His collection is a wonderful anthology describing the fate of Nepali democracy and its ongoing strife and struggle. Though the anthology seems crammed with too many poems, for the first time I felt the authenticity of the Nepali language poetry entering the pages of a Nepali English poet. Out of this voluminous book of over 150 poems, Bhuwan could have made four poetry collections without losing his original voice. In spite of this, the book comes as a refreshing breeze in the English poetry of the subcontinent often monopolised by highbrow academics and goons of English Teachers’ Inc.   Due to his distance from the academic circles, Bhuwan can write very simple lines without fears of becoming too obvious. “Drunk I am today,” “Please tell her this,” and “God, I thank them for giving me everything” are such examples.   You bequest fragrance to the rose and perpetual persistence to the river whereas I steal the fragrance from the roses and curse the river for drowning my hope.  (Our Nepal, Our Pride)  (The writer can be reached at writer@yuyutsu.de)