Sushant Thapa
Having a living story
Alive like my body,
Awakening like my mind,
And desiring like my heart,
I am alive.
These walls melt;
My candle of affection
Burns in the melting.
I wait for meanings
To clear like abated storm.
My blue azure is the canvas.
My story is in recollection.
The blank screen
Is my invitation
To pour my imagination.
Having locked my wilderness
I cannot thrive,
An outlaw soul I have been.
In abandonment of city concrete
I choose the suburb
Of relief.
