Literary Maniac by Sushant Thapa

The sleepy Sunday

Wakes beside the water lilies

On a bed of floating serpents.

I kiss the dream from your eyes

Cajoling the baby steps,

Of a love walk.

The gates to love

Allows to depart,

And keep revisiting

The travails of a literary maniac,

Love makes you literary.

Your love is an address

And you are its searcher.

The raindrops on the bliss of heart,

Like flowering desires,

Needs to set free,

The unseen dreams of togetherness.

A bird flies out

From the Eden of bliss,

Freedom drops

Are sweeter than hateful kisses.