Imagination looks familiar
In the mirror of my reality.
Rain is a blessing showered
Upon the dried patches of my life.
Every journey comes
With the whistling wind
And knocks a memory door.
Looking through the past
Memories wake up to surpass.
Every act of the day
Rises and passes through
One solitary streak of light and darkness
With different existing characters.
Like a Kaleidoscope,
I juggle my roles.
But I am always a student
Learning to walk with my imagination
To follow the trail of wonder.
One learning door
Teaches me stance of the world.
I am what I learn.
I have learnt to imagine.
I learn in this journey
Where memories collide
Like a whole new world
With soulful acts that grow
Like flowers in June.
Time renews memory
As we keep adding new
Skin of memories,
And my learning doesn’t stop.
© Sushant Thapa
Biratnagar-13, Nepal
Illustration: Vajra Mantra Mandala Thangka Painting
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