I don’t want to write abstract lines.
I choose,
Not the one in the mirror.
Today, I write and erase
I wonder will these lines ever stand
The test of time.
The night is as it is,
Countless stars sing the same song.
One shiny moon
In isolated sphere
Spreading her light.
A desire to burn before I extinguish
A philosophical seed,
Bearing the fruits of simplicity.
In abstract words,
I find imagination speaking
As I filter my words for this liquid expression.
My song is of the nightingale
In the deep woody heights
Of a grassy land.
I express to be,
Like this form.
Copyright Sushant Thapa
Nepal
Photo Nick Victor