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Poem by Sushant Thapa- Silent Song June 24, 2022

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The evening moon seems so late tonight
The stars seem too shy to shine
There is no goodbye song sung by birds of dusk
I am waiting with my heart
You haven’t written to me for so long
Your old alphabets are my consolations.
I would while away my time, but you would
Not be wiped from my wandering mind.
The distance seems so near in my memory
But you are not present.
The flame of your absence
Provides me brighter lights of loneliness.
No, this is not a song of detachment
It is a silent song of longing and
Its music is love.
Although, I do not live with emblems of love
I hear you have become words
So, I continue to write about you.
You have forgotten the way to your heart.
Speak not of dreams, and meet me
In my silence.

Bio:

Sushant Thapa is a Nepalese poet from Biratnagar, Nepal who holds a Master’s
degree in English literature from Jawaharlal Nehru University, New Delhi, India.
He has published three books of poetry namely: The Poetic Burden and Other Poems (Authorspress, New Delhi, 2020), Abstraction and Other Poems (Impspired, UK, 2021) and Minutes of Merit (Haoajan, Kolkata, 2021).

Sushant has been published in places like The Gorkha Times, The Kathmandu Post, The Poet Magazine, The Piker Press, Trouvaille Review, Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Impspired, Harbinger Asylum, New York Parrot, Pratik Magazine, The Beatnik Cowboy, The Dope Fiend Daily, Atunis Poetry, EKL Review, The Quiver Review, Dissident Voice, As It Ought To Be Magazine and International Times, among many.

He has also been anthologized in national and International anthologies. His poem is also included in Paragon English book for Grade 6 students in Nepal. He teaches Business English to undergraduate level students of BBA and BIT at Nepal Business College, Biratnagar, Nepal.

Poem by Sushant Thapa – Third Heart of Love February 15, 2022

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This winter
You came with warm hugs.
I have always kept you close
To feel every season touch me gently.
Escape not like a trespasser
Make me a castle of your address.
I am a metaphor man
Make me lyrical enough to smile.
When you pranked me in April and wrote
“I Love You”
I was a fool to not accept it.
They say love is short lived.
Bring me the forever living time
And make me timeless.
Let’s build a third heart
After yours and mine.
I keep collecting you in my art
Nothing feels new
My mind has become your memory.
The dew that dried knew our love.
The snow that melted traced our love.

Author’s bio: Sushant Thapa is a Nepalese poet from Biratnagar, Nepal who holds a Master’s degree in English literature from Jawaharlal Nehru University, New Delhi, India. His poems have been published in places like Vscorpiozine’s Blog, Trouvaille Review, The Quiver Review, EKL Review, New York Parrot, Ponder Savant, Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Harbinger Asylum, The Kathmandu Post, My Republica, Bharath Vision, Visible Magazine, Sindh Courier, International Times, The Piker Press, Synchronized Chaos Magazine, Pratik Magazine, Impspired, Dumpster Fire Press, The Beatnik Cowboy and As It Ought To Be Magazine. He has also published three books of poetry.