Everything to Me by Sushant Thapa

Give me a blank page.
Take me to the cities of graffiti.
One more pull
And I am closer
Than your blood.
I flow like sacred wine
If there is any.
I shall live by you
Hearing you breathe.
The ashes of love
Are pure
In every ruin.
I will flow like spring air
And keep the joviality
Of life.
In you I am a mirror,
In you I am real.
It is nothing like
The same game
Yet, your being
Is everything to me.

Sushant Thapa is a Nepalese poet with nine books of English poems and one short story collection to his credit. His poems are published at Sindh Courier, Trouvaille Review, Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Corporeal Lit Mag, etc. He is a lecturer of English in Biratnagar, Nepal.

Rising and Setting / Heavy Heart by Sushant Thapa

Rising and Setting

I travel around, 
I am looking for myself
In your city. 
The walking melancholy 
Jingles and reaches beyond 
My path. 
I stare at the light,
I am blinded. 
Hope is a map to you
That I have lost. 
I cannot reach what I see. 
Feelings coil, 
They kiss the turmoil, 
Unreal, the flights of fancy 
Land like broken shards. 
The city never sleeps, 
Memories stretch
Like the silent street. 
I forget the name 
Of the horizon, 
To see the hope rise  
And set 
Like the sun.

Heavy Heart 

The sun has lost its charm, 
Time has lost its momentum. 
I lose what I cannot win, 
Beforehand, love does not 
Paint itself 
In our canvas. 
We overthink
Of acceptance in desires 
Sugarcoated in fear of solitude. 
We express not, but 
The heart plays 
Like a trumpet. 
I keep a close watch, 
Your photograph speak 
Of your eyes, 
In passion we have robbed 
Each other, 
Still future escapes 
Like the wind. 
For obvious reasons
And no reason at all,
We travel far from 
Each other. 
My soothing tune
Is your heavy heart. 





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.

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.