Belief
The days of remorse
Are a faraway story kept at bay.
Spontaneity is a fresh belief
Like twinkling stars that are not counted.
Life is a train ride
The seats have stories to tell,
Cuddles and kisses of departure
Recollect the longing of belief.
A formless soul,
A progress to make and see if
A puzzle fits.
A journey,
All need departures.
We recollect love,
When hearts remain alone.
The ones that make memories
Do not take away the spring.
A fountain of love,
Ages growing old together
Clink the glasses of memory
To drink the wine of belief.
Sushant Thapa
Biratnagar, Nepal
Wonderful poem
Life is a train ride….The seats have stories to tell.
This line did it for me my man….Made me go soft at my heart, my eyes had that distant look….
Thank you so much dear.
Wow! spontaneous powerful flow…m