You kiss the bruise,
It is unlike medicinal recovery.
I wonder how kisses
Are soft,
When the mind is heavy.
The sidewalk is filled with roses,
Only in dreams can this be true.
Longing and longing,
Beeps the waiting meter.
Our time runs out
Like shadows that clear
In the early morning.
I met you
When the dead end came up,
The world lightens up
In love and its aftermath
Is lonely.
Meet me in your arms,
I see you,
Like the gatekeeper
With patience,
In heaven’s abode.
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© Sushant Thapa
Biratnagar-13, Nepal
Picture Nick Victor
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