Sushant Thapa

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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.

Attaining Saintliness

Published On: May 31, 2019 11:15 AM NPT By: Sushant Thapa

Could we talk about a saint? What sort of clarification could I receive for my life? Has he known the world around me, any better? Does he stay in a different world and what separates us from the world which he lives in?

Looking at the world of a saint

Published On: May 22, 2019 12:38 PM NPT By: Sushant Thapa

Whenever it is the topic about a saint, numerous questions appear inside my head. Such as; has he known the world around me, any better?

Retrieve

Published On: April 27, 2019 11:14 AM NPT By: Sushant Thapa

It is early morning and I am writing my blog. I want to retrieve things from memory. I want to write for expression.

The Exception of the Emphatic

Published On: March 15, 2019 08:35 AM NPT By: Sushant Thapa

Yesterday in the sun The yellow of the rays Reflected my serendipity Where nature broods on me Manner of exception