Sushant Thapa

The contributor for Republica.


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

Toil of the day

Published On: November 3, 2019 10:53 AM NPT By: Sushant Thapa

The morning glory scattered today, all over my world Is fresh and lively and it is deserved By me who had toiled all the night For my family I was out of sight Earning revenues

Colors from life

Published On: November 1, 2019 08:11 AM NPT By: Sushant Thapa

The Blue for my pain, Green for the nurture Red for my future

Let your fiction flow

Published On: October 25, 2019 08:00 AM NPT By: Sushant Thapa

You never know when you glow Stiffen up that little shoulder And rise from the low You have been in the cave of your ‘self’

I wish I was a dream

Published On: October 20, 2019 08:00 AM NPT By: Sushant Thapa

I wish I was a dream And you were my dreamer So you could see in your dream The blue of the sky and The blue of the ocean The two blue’s just like our emotion

Facebook friend

Published On: October 17, 2019 12:04 PM NPT By: Sushant Thapa

My time was stuck. As I was scrolling through, I found you waiting to be accepted as my friend. I never knew that friendship could wait for anyone, at that time. Waiting to be accepted is diluted the moment I accept you.