Sandhya Thapa

Mysteriously mellow memories created an image Arms unfolded to let things go away from the range Nurtured a bud for the growth in all season Obviously not offering to the month of May for rejection Spoiler alert... canvas is creating its destroyer on it own Everything created collapses when the creator is in confusion Connected then disconnected, jolted pieces collided A formless base below the boundary is created Witnessed silently: Hands were locked, eyes were happy In a new tune, there was a dancing body, Rather than a soul, shadows looked happier The heart was humming the same sound The tongue forgot the word, once it was fond of