Susmita Aryal

I hate the idea of adulthood that convince people it comes with age To the wisdom you show is often to be mistaken To be replaced with, 'you are still small and not big enough to make it. The idea of adulthood is suffocating When you aren't fully able to decipher what's being like an...

She ceases to exist from herself  She'd be the feeder and a breeder She'd be the sole compromiser She'd be the sole contemplator She'd be their sole consoler

When the world is too absorbed into enchanted canvas and Everybody jostling, high spirited running for the global rat -race Engrossed much into the 'chatters' and the 'blabbers' to what they say,' keeps me going'.

The rain is raining heavily  I move my legs on the hush road My gaze at the glinted diamond at the bus I feel, i am the only one there I take an extra step

I still not to choose black because I know I know, if I choose black over white Or if I were to do so I would either remain solitary

Yes, its not that easy Its not that easy to walk through To walk through the dark life