I am left with my time

All alone, in this age of togetherness.

I only have my creativity

Again, wailing in a silent awakening.

My will do not dry like a paused rivulet.

I have aspirations to accept what is unknown.

This is a thunder of celebration,

The bang of the moving world!

I am head to toe with this heart of snow

My winter kingdom is a forte of

Deliberate routines of completion.

From nothing, I drink the nectar of everything.

You and I have never met.

We reach close and far from our destinations.

Only destinations collide in this creative journey

And I see your name in your achievements.

We are no more strangers.

We cannot be friendlier than this.

Only in this creative joy

I cast my assumptions and make a

Boat for my own river of belief.

There can be a forsaken clock

But time cannot go unchecked.

I am left with the tide of time

And a window to see the waves rising.

By Sushant Thapa

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