Επιμέλεια: Εύα Πετροπούλου Λιανού
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
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.
