Sushant Thapa is a Nepalese poet who holds a Master’s degree in English Literature from Jawaharlal Nehru University, India. He is the author of the book “The Poetic Burden and Other Poems” published by Authorspress, New Delhi, India. His English poems are featured in Trouvaille Review, litehouse, International Times, New York Parrot, My Republica, The Kathmandu Post, Sahitto Bilingual Literary Magazine, Indian Periodical, Ponder Savant, Grey Thoughts, The Gorkha Times, The Piker Press, Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Offline Thinker and Sahitya Post. Sushant lives in Biratnagar, Nepal.

Anomalies 

Clouds of mystery 
Rain the unknown every day. 
Hushed feelings rush down the sunlit street. 
Feelings even wash the pouring rain. 
Footsteps clean more marks on the streets. 
The highway speeds on wheels. 
Inside; names spill on the virtual screens. 
Outside; mindful verses walk on the heartless road 
With the travellers of time. 

Paradise 

I gained a paradise once;  
Covered it with treasured gold.  
For, my soul that I kept with it; sold. 
Today when the promises are open  
I cannot save you from  
The flight you have taken; 
Flying with the promise 
And the treasure you have missed.  
The ballad of my love bleeds your name 
I have the same soul and the devil stands 
At the door in shame.  
For once I gained a paradise and 
Neglected the burning hell in the flame.

The Unstated

I question you and ask the unstated.  
Yet, you look at me with strange eyes.  
Like abundant love in the heart 
A simple vow not tearing us apart;   
Brings us closer.   
More meaning to the unstated and the
Unexpressed sentiments!      
On the beach of time 
I rely on your support to feel the unstated
 So, that you would be near me 
To fix your eyes into the setting sun and 
Study the colour it leaves us to see.
The colour itself asks us to view it; 
This is also unstated.