Sushant Thapa

The clock ticks,   I embrace my responsibilities.  I might win or lose.  I learn a lesson  I am propelled forward.

An abode of stay  To call the world mine.  Perfection and mirror,  Imperfection and desire,  Wishes and truth.  Every second has stood  The burning game of flame.  Lights and colorful reality  Is extra lavishness.

The day speaks of the delight  Garden of love welcomes Another blooming flower.  A bee hovers for nectar.  That sweetness is  An elixir of contentment.  The moon was welcoming the night  With multitudes of stars it shined bright.  Forgiven are those who have  Mistaken the...

Some informal words I read  They sound cool and carefree  They strike my mind like an hour hand of a clock.

My contentment is like a belief  It is a relief from your eyes of judgement.   I am born like a seed  Plant a belief to see my stages of blooming,

Green fields appear luxuriously green  In a shareable moment from a  Window seat of a local bus.  The local air greets welcome to all.

The raindrops do not make noise Only thunder claps even in the calmness.  Shelter and rain play hide and seek Yes, rain can become a new reality

I try to draw a picture tonight, Be my muse!  Crimson joy and purse of feelings Nurse your absence.

The yellow sun cut into halves is still the sun that can shine. The golden moon is a mirror of the silver clouds; Only we do not know how the night sky hides its show.

Rain that has stopped  Makes the memories wet.  The grasses whisper about the flowers  The sky still widens its mind It captures the whole universe.