कविता
I am in love
With the blue ink and
Your love is a red rose.
I write your red love
With my blue ink,
In eternal spring.
I cannot forget
The rose and
Its colorful resemblance with you.
Love’s letters
Speak like recollected tales
Filtrated like dusty blue and yellow sunshine
To expressive morning eyes.
Old love is still not faded
And there is a pleasure in this pain;
I look at the world to be one
With you and me.
The world does not obey
The chain of my love commands,
But I have you
To wake up and to dream.
I borrow an ounce of soul from you
I know that only the soul reflects
Other than the young mirror
Fragile on my secret-sweating wall.
Lost is a new name of hope;
In love and in you.
Peaceful wave slaps
When you invade and conquer my mind.
Night is a hurting heart in love
Only because I want to drench in your
Masterpiece epic of life
And emerge out of your mirror frames
To place softly a gentle playful kiss.
Sushant Thapa, Biratnagar-13, Nepal
