Like the Cotton Touch by Sushant Thapa
new poem by Nepal’s Sushant Thapa
new poem by Nepal’s Sushant Thapa
“Badhuli is a flower (balsams) that represents the beauty and fragility of life. It is also about a daughter, how she transforms from being a child, sister, wife and mother. Roles keep skipping, but she is grounded, her self is so closely seen, she has an aura to light up the house where she goes. With love and compassion this book of lotus like verses captures the dew like life of ever glowing daughters.”
five new poems from Nepal’s Sushant Thapa
Tulasi Acharya observes a tree in his opening poem. That tree is a symbol of political, mythological, spiritual awakening and even barbaric events related to war. Buddha attains enlightenment under that tree, Newton discovers about gravitational force, Anne Frank sees her family being dragged to the tree and killed, Adam and Eve are forced to […]Read Post ›
The evening falls Like the final curtain On the stage Of separation.Life has its turnWhat went away Is a memory Of recollection. The stars at night, The rain early in the morningAre eyes of joy. Maybe a new artHas all That it stood for. Maybe time itself Is a journey Of belongingness. We recall and […]Read Post ›
This poetry collection left me with a sense of wonder—it is so well crafted and filled with deep introspection. It is so life like because varied aspects are touched. I wish poet Rehaan Khan a wonderful literary career. He is a successful poet with this book as a gift to humanity. Reading this book feels as if every aspect of life is so meticulously touched so that it always lingers in the memory.
Take me away From the staggering walks Of life. I see a clear bright day, Heart is concealed And yet at task Without an ask. I want to mingle In the aftermath of love. We found each other In passage of distances. I weep by the garden, You bloom like a flower. Come and surprise […]Read Post ›
new poem from Nepal’s Sushant Thapa
Affection The night is young, The daybreak is far away. My mind oscillates Between you and me. We have kept traces On the sand, Tonight, water washes Over it. I was reading by the porch,Your fragrance Kept my story going, My eyes are never tired To look at anything When you are with me. This […]Read Post ›
fresh poem by Nepal’s Sushant Thapa