There is a woman
Named Sumina
Who is from Kathmandu

Hope you have a good day
Your poetry is beautiful
And so are you

The beauty of life,
Is that in it lies hope,
Within life all things hoped for are possible,
The beauty of life,
Is that Love is real,it exists.
The beauty of life,
Is that as long as you are alive,
You can make a different decision,
To change your lifes direction,
The beauty of life,
Is that as long as its you living,
You have every right to do what you want to do that makes you happy,
The beauty of life,
Is that life itself is beautiful,if you decide to see it as beautiful.

There's no fulfillment in impressing  everybody,
So what's the point of trying to do so,
Maybe life would be easy,
Because you'd have no opponents,
But really,living your life impressing people and trashing your own views,
Is as good as being dead,
I won't waste my life living that way.

there's a part of me that keeps
checking in to see how
your life is going. I can't shield
my curiosity from the pain
when I see that you have replaced
me in each pose
every sunset
and a single smile that
was not catapulted at me.

I close my eyes and you are all that I see

even when open
on occasion  the outline
of U
is a holographic letter
a word imprint hallucination  of you
present and on my peripheral
at the corners of my eyes in 3 -D
and on my lips,
you linger
where you never were before
my world fell down and I found you
fetal by my side.