Sushant Thapa

The contributor for Republica.


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.


Published On: July 6, 2020 01:13 PM NPT By: Sushant Thapa

Do broken candles empty my desire to lighten my soul? Like ferns growing outside beside the water tap, without any care or gardening


Published On: June 28, 2020 01:06 PM NPT By: Sushant Thapa

What has passed through wires above the streets sometimes entangled and sometimes straight like a passing railway track is expression in strange faces, passing from one to another.

Moth on my diary

Published On: June 19, 2020 05:04 PM NPT By: Sushant Thapa

When it came like a yellowed flower which I found in between my old diary, it had a gentle touch. It did not know what I wrote on those blank pages

The Choice

Published On: June 8, 2020 05:09 PM NPT By: Sushant Thapa

Like the turning of the pages  I have turned myself from the darkness  In the dim light of life

Responding to Time

Published On: May 26, 2020 08:51 AM NPT By: Sushant Thapa

Responding to Time The falling of leaves The shinning of stars The moon at its own place All are very perfect.

What Is It That Poetry Can Do?

Published On: May 17, 2020 02:25 PM NPT By: Sushant Thapa

For, what is it that poetry can do? It could make tremble a single leaf of a tree among many, and make you its master It could let you climb on clouds while you are on the ground and are finding your stand  When your heart aches and you find pain in others

World, an open laboratory

Published On: March 31, 2020 11:24 AM NPT By: Sushant Thapa

With an exclamation! Only yesterday I felt millions of lights dazzling as I saw them Elevated heights

Life on hold

Published On: March 28, 2020 01:48 PM NPT By: Sushant Thapa

But, here I am thinking something everyday which is out of my hold This is not what I stand to correct, I have learned to accept this like a disciplined child Who only nods back to his teacher arms folded Like a fleeting time my days pass by

A dreamer’s politics

Published On: January 14, 2020 05:41 PM NPT By: Sushant Thapa

The dream that you foster Upon the nest of the nation Sails on the exquisite bangs of time

The unknown friend in me

Published On: December 26, 2019 08:44 AM NPT By: Sushant Thapa

When shadows are more darker than the soul within , which is lighter The sanity in me drives me insane. I am ordinarily engulfed by detachment sipping in me like a chilling fever

A poet

Published On: December 15, 2019 12:03 PM NPT By: Sushant Thapa

A poet of the word Where my pen meets and cuddles, my withering intuitions   You are my subject of interrogation Your voice is the howl Of the slumbering ego


Published On: December 12, 2019 10:47 AM NPT By: Sushant Thapa

I only find exclusive ways To ingrain what is at odds

Strangers on the road

Published On: November 11, 2019 11:54 AM NPT By: Sushant Thapa

Strangers on the road You and I have grown bold Even on cold. We walked on the road