Lyrical Wounds / Heavy Duty Ward by Sushant Thapa

Lyrical Wounds 

Come back
Like an angel.
Come back like
A river of wine.
You were the stars
That I played with.
Money cannot buy
Memories of a worthy while.
A smile is like a prayer,
I keep the gods by my side
In your holy absence.
Forgiveness is a battle
If you choose sides.
A life grows from memories,
A history holds the token of love.
It is the truth that seeks
Attachments.
A lie repels
Two survivors.
Take away the chair
From your lawn,
We will create shade.
These days no post arrives,
But a fresh poem
With lengthy lives,
Too much of a separation
Speaks in lyrical wounds.



Heavy Duty Ward

I walk on,
The forbidden path
Is my friend.
I see the world
Spinning on its own.
I question the supreme one,
Where is my heart?
Maybe my art will bandage
The wounds of the heart.
Healing is your name,
My being is
Like a throw of a net
Into the river.
We were gazing
In each other's eyes,
The whole cosmos
Was like a lake
In your eyes.
I have to cross
The road and
This heavy duty ward.
I am a recovering elegy
And maybe I will be
A living story.

Sushant Thapa is a writer and lecturer from Nepal with 10 books to his credit. He holds an M.A. in English from Jawaharlal Nehru University in New Delhi, India.