Sushant Thapa

The contributor for Republica.

Universal Forever

Published On: June 1, 2022 03:00 PM NPT By: Sushant Thapa

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

Game of Flame

Published On: May 27, 2022 02:00 PM NPT By: Sushant Thapa

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.

Most Needed Jewellery

Published On: May 9, 2022 01:39 PM NPT By: Sushant Thapa

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 night for their own darkness. There is a power in the light.  Seekers cannot go astray  They have a peaceful dwelling.

Informal Words

Published On: October 31, 2021 02:20 PM NPT By: Sushant Thapa

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

You and I

Published On: October 22, 2021 02:29 PM NPT By: Sushant Thapa

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,


Published On: October 10, 2021 03:38 PM NPT By: Sushant Thapa

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

Flickering still in the rain

Published On: September 28, 2021 03:37 PM NPT By: Sushant Thapa

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


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