I am a montage
Waiting to be deciphered.
I am a musical secret.
I keep on dancing
To your tunes.
My affection rains
On you.
Instead of my signature,
Your kisses in the canvas
Completes my painting.
This imagination creates
You.
I dance to the blues,
In a joyful August.
I see you in my delight
Your heavenly glow
Is my healing sutra.
I say you come as you are.
I will be the man who sold
The world, for you.
You are my Nirvana.
This salvation will
Liberate us.
© Sushant Thapa
Biratnagar-13, Nepal
Picture Nick Victor
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