Writing at Ease by Sushant Thapa

Classic blues plays on the speaker,

I sit with my laptop.

I want to spill my heart,

My art is my passion.

I am at unease

When I see books unread

In my library.

I am awakened by my passion.

The days and nights

Are same for me.

My passion is my vocabulary,

It is my gift of rain.

The parched land is my audience,

I flower ecstasy

In my garden,

I pluck life

From the dilemma of the rose,

The thorn being my grief.

Writing puts my "self" under

The test of contentment.

My sensations rush

Like a cool river,

I proclaim that I express myself wholly.