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Sunday, March 10, 2024

New Poems: Sushant Thapa





1. New Verses

 

 

From the early dawn 

Flights go unmeasured. 

Leaving the nests 

New feathers learn to stretch 

And finally trust the skies. 

Nothing is trivial in the wide 

Field of contemplation. 

Every baby idea 

Grow like the glowing garden. 

A belief in gardening 

Is like letting the verses 

To be flowered. 

Water your subjectivity 

To reach

The global pinnacle. 

New life trusts the sky, 

New whistling songs 

Speak like verses. 

A bird is a poet, 

The realm of the nest, 

The test of the feathers,  

The gardening of childhood 

Is like the poetic paradise. 

 




2. Dutiful Aura 

 

 

I am always writing;  

Yet the world keeps falling. 

The falling world 

Is awe-inspiring. 

My ideas worship a poetic muse. 

My pleasure dome is of 

A poetic housing. 

I create objects, name them 

And my imagination lands 

Like hope. 

Peace is in silence 

But here the silence mocks. 

The daybreak is eye-opening. 

Closing the dreadful aura 

The aroma of sunlight kisses 

The blowing winds.  

Dreams take shape 

Like the pottery making hands 

That touch the soil. 

In spontaneity 

The blooming flower 

Allows the wind caress it. 

 




3. Freely flowing

 

 

The gestures of time 

Try to freeze. 

You need a wafting soul 

And your muse can walk on water. 

Life is a living poetry. 

Poetry is destined to flow 

Make it the spirit of your elixir. 

The upheavals of time 

Cannot remain mute. 

I saw a goddess go, 

She counted not the steps 

She left behind. 

The delight of an equal share 

Philosophizes where the value lies. 

Freely flowing is the wind, 

The desire in my words and 

The longing to excel. 

What keeps you alive? 

Passion isn't costly to buy. 

Another human soul 

In a soul living together with you, 

Can make life heaven 

From a fading hell 

If you keep flowing like poetry. 

 




4. A Flowing Temptation

 

 

I need to keep flowing.  

It gets hard when words 

Don't get heard. 

The temptations in me 

Are a winning trophy;  

They wait to get lifted. 

My solitude is costly. 

I am a light bearing constellation

I need to be observed closely 

And there is a pattern in me. 

It takes a passionate heart 

To see an art that is 

Boiling in me. 

The cool shades of 

The evening empire 

Is my only realm 

To contemplate 

In songful recollection.

Like honey-dew my 

Nectar of delight 

Is a passionate kingdom 

Of service.