Asking me the outlet

Is my heart hiding from the body.

I have understood that my aching gets fixed by the soul unseen

And not by my heart.

I have sheltered pain of existence, unseen worldly desires and

A question of seclusion always talked about.

Like a silent radio, I transmit in silences the utter possibilities of words

Hiding the creativity sometimes,

Sometimes fixing the banality.

I bear the pain to rise and wake up the sensibility

I can take my senses for granted, but I choose to admire them instead;

This is the least I can do

To bear the pain.

                                                              ~ Sushant Thapa

                                                                   Nepal