Sushant Thapa
I am the quietness
of the moon,
Still a spot
in the earthly night.
Footsteps are anticipated
to return.
It is the midnight departure
somewhere,
heard in silence.
My dream is a memory
of a long kissed sunsets
when the day bade its goodbye.
Falling and dripping,
the silence floats
in paper boats and
childhood extravaganza.
Beholding the nectar of petrichor
the midnight theatre
is an escape
from the layers of
slipping time.
-Biratnagar-13, Nepal
