The darkness
Also has a color
When the painting of desire
Meets the willful soul.
When the individuality
Walks the path of universality
One mantra
Becomes vocal.
No the aim is not forgotten
When tattered dreams
Don’t even have pockets.
To keep the notion,
To survive,
To be heard
Is to find space.
The sad face
Only takes dry tears to smile.
An existence is a survival tool
When manifestations do not lie.
We are who we are
To find a clue in life,
Is to be someone.
Sushant Thapa
Biratnagar, Nepal