I feast inappropriately
and postpone working days
enslaved by constant
Digital Surveillance
day by day. 
More working lies grow
like lilacs out of the dead.
This life has been a text
and its ashes
are being grown.
Something literary
arises like massive waves 
and the sunken ship
somehow finds its way.
I find each morning musical
the night feels as if no sleep
needs to be unembraced.
Is it a happiness rising
or a cursed age
where screens
are worshipped?
Lovers approach
with open arms,
the habitual solitude pushes
them away.
Literariness is a curse
sometimes,
again I remember
life is an abstract noun
and it will go on.

Bio: Sushant Thapa is a Nepalese poet. He has published seven books of English poetry. His latest book is “Finding My Soul in Kathmandu” published by Ukiyoto Publishing. He has also published his book of flash fiction and short stories “The One Rupee Taker and Other Stories from Nepal” from Ukiyoto Publishing, recently. He has an MA in English Literature from Jawaharlal Nehru University in New Delhi, India. He teaches English Language and Literature to University level students in Biratnagar, Nepal. His poetry can be found published in Mad Swirl, Corporeal lit mag, Dissident Voice, Poetry Breakfast, Spillwords, Sacred Chickens Blog, The Beatnik Cowboy, etc.  You can follow Sushant on his substack at substack.com/@sushantthapa