Life is a musical departure.
Either there is music in recollection
Or notes of longings, in departure.
Our soft kisses
Invite winter embraces.
This erasure of time
Treasures love garden
Where the purple hibiscus
Is not blood red—even the sunshine
Does not stay the same.
Hearts darken their colors
While in love,
The purple hibiscus is my excuse
To love you,
With unfathomed hues,
Of musical sunsets.
© Sushant Thapa
Biratnagar-13, Nepal
Picture Nick Victor