I am in a changing world
With my attire of curiosity.
I leave trails behind.
The sweating papers
Write with blood,
My ink of despair.
A mixture of sad and happy
Wake up and kindle
Fires of solitude.
My image stops
In this changing world.
I lose not to time
My prime is inked.
The rhyme reveals
My spontaneity;
In layers of expression
I proclaim.
Sensation emerges
And speaks from the pages.
Bad is yesterday’s good
In moods, the soul talks.
Sushant Thapa
Picture Nick Victor