New Poems: Sushant Thapa

1. Self-created World 

 

Days and dates, 

Faces and memories 

All are reflected 

Like a passing train, 

In moments

Of thoughtfulness. 

Shadows and sunlight, 

Time and absence 

All have imprints 

Of thoughtfulness. 

A circle is complete 

In its own, 

But we assign it the 

Value of zero. 

There is a 

Game of perception, 

Making new levels 

About human understanding. 

Winning or losing 

Is like dedicating hours 

Of passion, 

To find a space 

In the self-created new world. 

Self-created world 

Contains the entirety 

In its essence. 

 

2. Depth of Subjectivity 

 

Coming from the depth 

I seek. 

I was on the surface

Before my time disfigured. 

Changes bleed. 

Freedom is my luxury; 

I need to proclaim freely. 

A subjective flower 

Is my worship 

Of a disfigured time. 

I have grown faith 

Overtime, 

Like a deep well. 

Human relation 

Is where my empathetic spear 

Teaches me to hunt, 

For the survival. 

The first worldly lesson 

Has always been survival, 

Now we are stepping onto 

New planets of discovery. 

 

3. Free My Cage 

 

I am touched 

By the wind, 

The gentle kiss by it, 

The slow 

Whispering sermons 

By it, on how lighthearted 

I need to play the game 

Of life. 

Every soul that blesses

Me is a flower 

Of wild ecstasy. 

The wind is my preacher. 

I rise with waking alphabets 

To sew my poetic patches. 

Every savoring glances 

Free my cage. 

 

 

4. In a Poetic Manner 

 

I keep looking

At the touch of a raindrop 

How a lily would glow.

l kept teaching a lesson 

On how to be carefree 

As a child, 

Even in older days. 

I keep cuddling 

Like a sweet sleep. 

Music is my spontaneity 

In listening to the inner city 

Of my being. 

My inner city

Is full of mind-leaves. 

The echo of laughter 

Is my forest. 

I am drunk in spontaneity 

I never know how high 

I can get intellectually, 

In a poetic manner. 

 

5. Service is Dharma 

 

I take a walk, 

Every nomenclature 

Seems right.

Quite a depth 

Speaks in observation. 

Life has different names. 

I am the vessel 

Filled with water 

Kept on the sidewalk 

Of the road 

Left for animals, 

On the vessel it has been carved 

"Service is Dharma." 

 

6. Selling and buying time 

 

The office hour 

Isn't a foe, 

But time is freedom too. 

Let the office not buy your time

But try to be productive 

Throughout the timeline. 

Time is sold and bought 

Freedom is caged, 

If the wealth buys your time 

It cages your freedom.

Work with ease, 

And space. 

Feel the breeze pass by. 

Let the wine of passion

Be your guiding force at work. 

I am not against time 

And office hours 

But let the work enlighten 

Your heart. 

 

7. Prophesy 

 

The morning has come 

Like my arrival 

To a garden. 

The red carpet of assurance 

Tries to find 

What the cause for frozen  

Traveling feet is. 

Out there 

The sun sinks swiftly 

Like a diving bird 

Reaching a nest beyond 

The welkin's trauma. 

I sit and watch 

Like a silent spectator, 

Why mother earth wails, 

With her humanity 

By her side? 

A scar is something 

Which is deep. 

Every day the morning comes

I feel like some soothing,

Some consoling prophesy

Will rain someday. 

 

© Sushant Thapa 

Biratnagar-13, Nepal