Poems by Sushant Thapa

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Art of Living

I can carry your emotions,
Will you read my art?

Friendship

We will befriend each other
Before destiny separates us. 

Death

Set me free
I will live before turning in my grave.
Death is my infinite time.

Bird in the sky

I will be mesmerized by your color 
Will you sing while leaving?
Leave me the address where you will fly to.

The Presence of the damned

Skin separates you and me
This presence is a void
I keep desiring your kingdom that banished me.

A Monument of Meaning

I found consciousness and
Learned to play with it
My whole life.

Freedom

Let the desire to be free extinguish,
I agree to this universal verse.

Seclusion

I have found myself in solitude,
Every soul needs to hear itself.

Readers

Carry along the unwavering quest
Discovering the answers
To your legends.

Shaking Hands

If just shaking hands means friendship
Why do men dine at a fancy restaurant?

All the way

I ventured out in search of my heart.
Your judging sermons do not set me free because
I desire to engulf the world.

Without You

Life has its outlaw garage
I keep rethinking within it.

Banishing Desires

Intellectuality is my error
If used to mend the truth.

Fame

I clean my mirror daily,
My eyes can lie.

Taking Opportunities

A simple stream flows
And invites you to wake up under the spell.

Efforts Underway

If success is a rose
I wander aimlessly in the garden
For all seasons,
Drawn close to the reasons to live. 

My Temptations

Sorrow is a key
To imagine Sisyphus happy,
I drink the hemlock for not
Corrupting the youths.

My slumber

I am a resting pool
Inviting the swimming stalwarts.
I am the nature, seasons have their slumber
To flower like festive delights.

My Pedestal

Say not that the truth does not exist—
Listen closely and inspect the voices of happenings.

The Grass Is Always Green

In my rusty alchemy, or 
In the nascent rebellion
No bloodstained should be my stance.

Letting Go

When the tyrants win
They ask you to let go of your failure.
They forget life is a long walk,
Before you learn to love.

Cloudy Haze

If you act falsely
It is an irony,
Acting itself is only first degree mimesis,
When it is false, there is no mimesis.

Hunger
                       
The false critics of time 
Desire to be fed more.

My carrier

I have found how to live life
You only keep toying with the why,
For the hidden treasure.

Confession

I confess my guilt at the temple, 
I cannot lie when I confess—
I offer my truthful guilt to the supreme one,
Am I a devotee?

To Keep Moving

The boat takes me to the shore
I reach out to one more chapter of my life.

My Love

The world has its own colors to be loved, 
Pain has its own sky.

Tiredness

I am taking a turn I need, 
I am tired of my habit to rest.

Poverty
        
I live in an old house,
But read new books.

Poetry

I can touch my sadness now,
Life is a journey of expression, 
Happiness is only an invention!
The journey is my poetry.

Love

Take me to your heart,
There is a dance that accompanies the rain.
I am a wanderer
Singing my song,
And losing my heart.

Agony

I lost my home,
But I started seeking the world.

Dream

I want to wake up
And embrace my reality.

Explanation

I live,
That is my explanation
To life.

Smile

My heart can hold
What my eyes desire
In the world. 

Perspective

It varies on the 
Lives you choose to live.

The Last Rebel
        
If I can sell all of my sadness, 
I would buy happiness, next.

Addiction

Through the door,
A whole new version of me
Has walked out.

Writing
      
My mind is a wildflower,
The task is to taste the honey
Dripping from the concrete hearts.

Sadness

Sadness is dark, 
But there is moonlight for
The dark night.

Life

I made a world,
Out of my entire life.

Habit

Why not write every day,
And discover what happens to the ordinariness?

Discovery

Every page deserves to be turned,
Before the book of life ends. 

Endurance

Have you tried living out on the streets?

The Age

How new is the newspaper?

© Sushant Thapa, Biratnagar-13, Nepal

Bio of the Poet: Sushant Thapa (born on 26th February, 1993) is an award-winning Nepalese poet from Biratnagar-13, Nepal who holds an M.A. in English literature from Jawaharlal Nehru University (JNU) New Delhi, India.

He has published seven books of English poetry, namely: The Poetic Burden and Other Poems (Authorspress, New Delhi, 2020), Abstraction and Other Poems (Impspired, UK, 2021), Minutes of Merit (Haoajan, Kolkata, 2021), Love’s Cradle (World Inkers Printing and Publishing, New York, USA and Senegal, Africa, 2023), Spontaneity: A New Name of Rhyme (Ambar Publication House, New Delhi, 2023), Chorus of Simplicity and Other New Poems (Ukiyoto Publishing, 2024) and Finding My Soul in Kathmandu (Ukiyoto Publishing, 2024). His short story collection entitled “The One Rupee Taker and Other Stories from Nepal” is also ready to be published. He works as a lecturer of English in Biratnagar, Nepal.     

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