Like a Waveless Ocean

 

—Poetry by Sushant Thapa, Biratnagar, Nepal

—Photos of Nepal from “75 Nepal Quotes 

To Make You Love The Roof of the World” 

by Reshma Narasing

 

 

 

PROCLAMATION

I keep growing like wild flowers
I keep dreaming like the stupor of drunken wine
My intoxication of life is like a concept
It is a habit of clarity.
First there was a chance
When I was seeking nothingness
Now there is an opportunity knocking.
I want to set the world on fire
My ambitions do not wish to retire
I am the beaming dimension of sunya.
I am the Om of Shanti.
I am not a self-proclamation
I am not yet the essence in my deeds.
Invocation is my spontaneity.
What counts for me is a need of voices.
This confession is not a mere weakness.
It is for winning the world I set fire to my diya.
Complete life has incomplete chapters to write.
The world is only taken when too many wishes die
Only one rose growing in the grave is enough
To bring a smile to your last goodbye. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TIME AS A CANVAS

I aspire to become like colours splashed in a canvas of time.
The eyes that blink play with the unquenching hues.
Objects do not retire with the glances they receive,
Faces become like a studied memory.
When time is a state among the known minds and its employment,
A spiritual quest uncovers the silence
And faith speaks louder than the words.
Every mantra reclaims the peace.
The sun shines without the load of essence
Which only judgement makers seek.
Spontaneity is another unnoticed maker of time;
In following a single path one is tested from various ways apart.
Courage is a mindset with the chamber of life
Blowing freely like a breeze.
The colours splashed in a canvas I can remember
And I dive with them.
They spill inside me like a waveless ocean
And also like a ripple in a small pond.
When colours become ripples in my path
Time itself flows like a canvas playing with the river of colours.

 

 

 

PHILOSOPHY OF BELIEF

With goodness
The throne does not prick.
If time is not wicked
It does not trick.
Although snow is an epitome of winter
It is still cherished and played with.
We celebrate a concept and hug it with meanings.
The time is a judge and the painted walls of artists
Are like spilled dreams with eyes open.
If darkness is obliteration
Reality is an eye of the morning dawn
Opening for the incense of beautiful petals.
Playing with the fire
Is a game of conscience like
Learning to embrace knowledge and
Not confuse it with information.
Technologies do not put off the torch of the poet.
The desire of time is in consciousness and
Awakening of the silent storm
Is like an abstraction painting—
The philosophy of belief.

 

 

 

 

PAUSE, GROWTH AND TIME
 
Joy is a blessing!
It is the thoughtful rain
Which questions your being before pouring on you.
Pauses form each complete part of life.
There is a circle of separation
Waiting to be complete with time.
Time is a woven tapestry designed with
Your bountiful measures and clarity in life.
In letters and words a writer paints his arrival;
It is still noted that common tools of survival are greater
Than the employed tools of artistic arrival.
What topic contains multitudes?
What oblivion erases patience?
What is the minimalistic goal?
Measure of subtle things is like air
Which touches like the glorious sun.
From the childhood kingdom grows a person
With golden wings of youth;
Every memory finds a space if recollection
Is another growing reality.
Every pause in life is a true sign of growth.
The inner workings are a truthful mechanics
To craft the statue of time. 

 

 

 

 

Today’s LittleNip:

 

Namaste. It was a Nepalese greeting. It meant: The light within me bows to the light within you.

 

—Jennifer Donnelly

 

 

 

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Sushant Thapa (26 Feb, 1993) holds a Master’s degree in English Literature from Jawaharlal Nehru University, New Delhi, India. He is a Nepalese poet from Biratnagar, Nepal, and is the author of two poetry collections: The Poetic Burden and Other Poems published by Authorspress (New Delhi, India, 2020) and Abstraction and Other Poems published by Impspired (England, 2021). He has also published poetry in numerous journals from around the world, including the United States and Mexico. Welcome to the Kitchen, Sushant, and don’t be a stranger!

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—Medusa

For more about Nepal, go to thesologlobetrotter.com/nepal-quotes, and see also “Best Nepal Quotes that captures its spirit, mysticism and charm” by Aganai Amrita (www.taleof2backpackers.com/quotes-on-nepal-and-everest/).

 

 

 

 

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