Sushant Thapa

The contributor for Republica.


Published On: September 17, 2021 02:48 PM NPT By: Sushant Thapa

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

Passion meets creation

Published On: September 12, 2021 02:33 PM NPT By: Sushant Thapa

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.

Also an art

Published On: August 2, 2021 02:04 PM NPT By: Sushant Thapa

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.


Published On: June 15, 2021 09:49 PM NPT By: Sushant Thapa

Family institutionalized you  You build your first subjectivity and follow the rules;  While you learn to break it.


Published On: March 19, 2021 02:27 PM NPT By: Sushant Thapa

Some of my poems are wordless and do not make a human out of it. I find it extremely difficult to feel like other humans Perhaps I have only learnt to be like a human and not feel like one.


Published On: March 6, 2021 11:00 AM NPT By: Sushant Thapa

When temples get colored When the idols of gods and goddesses Replaced by human conscience Whitewash the sorrow

I dream to remain awake

Published On: February 19, 2021 03:36 PM NPT By: Sushant Thapa

From time immemorial I am breathing Lost is the fire in me. I must uphold the responsibility to uncover my faith No luck showers when I am awake My sleep is lucky; I dream to remain awake.

The Story

Published On: February 17, 2021 02:22 PM NPT By: Sushant Thapa

We cannot keep drifting clouds As a spot of stark fort To hide something precious On the ground.


Published On: February 7, 2021 03:11 PM NPT By: Sushant Thapa

We believe what we say And we say what we believe We imply corrections and changes in minds and hearts We even utter language silently, and we impart the belief system


Published On: January 22, 2021 05:17 PM NPT By: Sushant Thapa

Thoughts have the power to see the unseen and hear the unheard Although, thoughts need rearrangement.   Destiny can always be altered  By changing the way one thinks.


Published On: January 11, 2021 12:49 PM NPT By: Sushant Thapa

To desire is to live like the gift crafted in the devil’s workshop The gift itself is desirous of the time when godly eyes can see it. Many steps it takes to really reach the right desire Make it not roll from above

Stream of consciousness

Published On: January 8, 2021 02:37 PM NPT By: Sushant Thapa

Abstaining from its definition,  I am using it.  Simple vow of flowing Never stopping and looking back

Wooden Window

Published On: January 4, 2021 01:37 PM NPT By: Sushant Thapa

I am in a room with artful wooden windows  They are not transparent  Yet, they reflect well the scene outside.  They are more open to me than the window of glass


Published On: December 18, 2020 12:36 PM NPT By: Sushant Thapa

Here comes the humming of a bee Like a bubbling water sprouts Festivities, in minds and hearts Colorful bazaar and heavy bags

The Shadow

Published On: October 22, 2020 03:12 PM NPT By: Sushant Thapa

I imagine a thirst fulfilling well And my shadow reflected in the well’s water I also want to plant a tree beside the well;

To the Black Bird

Published On: October 9, 2020 09:28 AM NPT By: Sushant Thapa

No, not a raven – and I do not despise the color. The leafless bough of a gray tree where you sit like an angel,

The Highway Kid

Published On: September 8, 2020 10:59 AM NPT By: Sushant Thapa

When the kid Reaches out for his play on the ground, He is not afraid of playing with the dust. He plays like a dolphin in the sea, Running in the concrete dust and mud, beside the highway


Published On: August 31, 2020 08:54 AM NPT By: Sushant Thapa

Like a wailing country man who on the death bed of his king, has come from his home to empty his heart the majestic widow left alone


Published On: July 23, 2020 02:01 PM NPT By: Sushant Thapa

A child happy at play Is a forgiveness to a sorry He pushes folly at bay He narrates his stories

Beat of Heart

Published On: July 17, 2020 01:32 PM NPT By: Sushant Thapa

Picking metaphor from the old urban street, Wet road resembles washed away tiredness. Fresh is the nature after soaked clouds have disappeared.