“ Thank God,my name isn’t in the list of thosewho died or werekilled yesterday! ”
May this night come wearing drunk cloak of love, carrying passionate desires, and intoxication of love! Tonight, may I get so drunk in love that I do not see any dreams!
~ Suman Pokhrel
The dream too thinks twice, gets filtered to go softto be seated on children's eyes.
Light jumping out of window is staring the dark from afar.
Still enveloped in a blanket of dreams he (life) continued to lie still, pretended as if he was in a deep slumber.
