Living

I wake up to behold peace.
I want that, which you lack.

The windows open,
The doors lie for an invite.

You are my humanity
I want to kiss your sky

The changing day
Invites the radiating dotted night sky

I chant the healing mantra,
I don’t know which soul hides.

Flowers still kiss the wind; 
Leaves of wire sing about peace.

My vessels cross the sea
Like Neruda’s “Here I Love You.”

Every absence is a recollection
Every departure a longing

Love and life
Go hand in hand.

There in the free world
Peace writes in the air.

I want to live

Before death knocks, at my door.

 

 

 

© Sushant Thapa
Biratnagar-13, Nepal
Picture Nick Victor

 

 

 

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