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 Nov 2015
Sumina Thapaliya
Ohh My life's Companion

It is better that I take my sorrows with me
Or,
Let me narrate the story of my heart
Let me douse you with my tears
And,
Let the tears swab down to your feet
 Oct 2015
Matt
There is a woman
Named Sumina
Who is from Kathmandu

Hope you have a good day
Your poetry is beautiful
And so are you
 Oct 2015
Hoshontomba
Eloquent words
falling
from the mouth of a man

make it hard not to notice the
beauty
o f h i s f a c e

As fibres stretch and pull to form
a smile

Or while brows knit together.


It is everything I can do to hold off the
burning

Under my skin –

The burning
impulse

To reach
for
his
hand

Or lean in closer.

The scent of his cologne simulating a false distance
Between us.


Twitching in my topmost disc urges me over,
Closer.

Just
a
few
inches.

C l o s e r.


With each minuscule
snap

Of the tissue lining the very tip of my spine

I find myself unable to maintain
The position that I have.

Giving in to the abductor that had been
y e a r n i n g

To
break
a w a y ,

My neck twists
To the right
While my conscious mind

U r g e s

The adductor to take over.
WORDS TO KNOW
Fibres – thin pieces that form muscle and nerve // Disc – round, flat cartilage between back bones // Abductor – muscle that moves a body part away from normal positioning // Adductor – muscle that moves a body part back to normal positioning
 Oct 2015
Sumina Thapaliya
You cant save my life
I am drawn
drawn in my own pain

You cant make me happy
I am covered
Covered with my own grief

You cant read me
I am written in the paper
damped by my own tears

— The End —