Sushant Thapa (Nepal)

 
Sushant Thapa (Nepal)
 
Sushant Thapa is a Nepalese poet from Biratnagar, Nepal who holds a Master’s degree in English literature from Jawaharlal Nehru University, New Delhi, India. He has published three books of poetry namely: The Poetic Burden and Other Poems (Authorspress, New Delhi, 2020), Abstraction and Other Poems (Impspired, UK, 2021) and Minutes of Merit (Haoajan, Kolkata, 2021). Sushant has been published in places like The Kathmandu Post, The Gorkha Times, The Piker Press, Trouvaille Review, Lothlorien Poetry Journal, As It Ought To Be Magazine, Indian Periodical, Bharath Vision, Grey Thoughts, Impspired, Harbinger Asylum, New York Parrot, Pratik Magazine, The Beatnik Cowboy, The Dope Fiend Daily, Atunis Galaxy Poetry, EKL Review, Literary Yard, Dissident Voice, The Quiver Review and International Times among many.
 
 
 Your Love
 
Darling winds blew
I remember the dropping dusk
When I first met you.
I keep remembering you
Although you slip away
Like a wakeful dream.
My poetry becomes empty
When I finish drinking
The nectar of your divine
Unquenching essence.
Come let’s walk the shore of life
You have drawn me close
I have remained away
From my wanderings.
Your love calls me through
Thick and thin.
There is a pleasure in pain;
Only the seekers of love
Lose their wakings and
Hug the rush of restless heart.
You have made my complexities clearer
You are the choice of my simplicity.
I see the world differently through your eyes.
 
 
With the World
 
Same words
Keep offering salutations.
A brave new world
Is fired from the nebula gun.
Can that world be accepted?
The world trickles and rolls down to the feet
That aspires to reach miles.
With a fallen world
Where does a verse cling?
How will it survive the flood of depiction;
When the assumptions blast like a thundering furnace?
Understanding sleeps with numbness
Let it flow like a sacred river.
No culture touches the faith of empty lives
When they raise the doubtful air.
Lost is the sound, voice and diversity
Found is the cracked hut of adversity
Yet, a natural fan of summer
Brings song of survival in the air.
For if hope is the only vocabulary
It can save from the monotony of life.
 
 
 
 
 

 

 

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