The crowd makes me 
More lonely. 
When I am alone 
And having my great time 
It is called solitude. 
I pray in my belief 
To kill restlessness. 
I want to embrace 
The soul's music 
And write its lyrics. 
I want to pass through 
The boat of life,  
Pay attention
To the pulsating music. 
I want to pause life 
And study art closely. 
More closely than a thorn 
That pricks and bleeds. 
The Salvador Dali's painting of
Melting clocks
That I study 
Is freedom from rush hour. 
I used to be your crazy diamond, 
Waiting for you to shine, still.



Bio: Sushant Thapa is an award-winning poet from Biratnagar, Nepal. He has published Nine books of English poems and one book of flash fiction and short stories. He is an English lecturer by profession.