Coming close to the delight
I have a missing element.
Years ago, I planted
A sapling of love.
Among concrete hearts
I search for its shade.
The bar is always lonely
When the party ends,
When the wine drop tastes
Just like empty feelings.
Words heal better
Than a recollection.
This agony speaks
Like a stone.
Silences kill words.
A healing drop of desire
Needs a caring embrace.
Whispers and emblems of love
Are like the flowery roads.
I open my embrace
To each life like chapters.
I open my window today
To let the birds take flight
From my dark abode.
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© Sushant Thapa
Biratnagar-13, Nepal
Picture Nick Victor
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