Biography of Aditya Mudbhary
Although born in Patan Hospital, In Nepal, Aditya grew up in lands very different to that of his culture.
At the age of 11, He was in Bangalore, India where he finished his high school. Then he returned back to Nepal to finish his IB Diploma, the time when he finished writing most of the poems listed here. For his further education he left for China, where he changed to end most of his problems which included drug and alcohol abuse. Not to list the other problems, his poetry skills were almost dead until the moment he returned to Nepal yet again where he finished his poem, New found Destination. Apart from poetry, he writes plays, movie scripts and also songs.
Aditya Mudbhary Poems
Death Fear It Not
As thine wake up to the winter misty morning, With no sunlight, Bright colorful flowers or the chirping birds singing their song, The Feeling of death lurks within thy.
In the moment of drowsiness and indolence, I am elevated to a new dimension, Away to a forest, Oh so dense, Brings a feeling of new sensation.
Ode on Winter
The Whispering wind blows beside me, And the chirping birds softly sing their song, The living leaves of Gaia no longer we see, As winter has come and it seeks to live long.
Ode to Mother Nature
I pray to thee mother nature, Thine beauty none can match, Sweet or sour thy feature, Life or death thee hatch.
In a dream of the deepest thoughts of mine, I could see a lady under the eyes of the stars, Looking into my eyes as we dine' In the finest of all love hours.
Ode to the Ocean
The hot noon sun rises up, And the dry leaves of the season drop, Cigarette smoke and the smell of tobacco rise, And the loud honk of the car cries.
Strange hours calling my mighty soul, Into the lair of death, Showing me the path of light, Towards death is my sight.
It was love at first sight, When i saw thee pretty face, Nature sang songs, With passion, love and grace.
Thy Ar't Beautiful...
At the time when the sun burns and dies, And the midnight moon rises, The light shines above us, And thy face so pretty and fabulous,
Age of Loneliness
The evening of loneliness, When the wind whispers thou name, I are forced to bow down to distress.
Will thou dine with me? A question I seek to ask, Will thou let me be thy fool? As my heart seeks that task.
I had such a dream last night, I was floating above the trees, And my lips were touching, Were they my lips she asked.
The Suicide Song
It was a gloomy evening, where sight was dull, Wind blowing hard and life was null, Except for the tree's covered by the shade of a dark cloud, The sound of the whistling wind wasn’t very loud,
The Love Chronicle
The stars look down upon my heavy heart, I stare back with a grin that shows my pain, A questioning mind of my doesn’t let my happiness grow, So I ask my self another question am I still sane?
In the moment of drowsiness and indolence,
I am elevated to a new dimension,
Away to a forest, Oh so dense,
Brings a feeling of new sensation.
The smell of early morning mist,
And the smile on thy face as the moonlight breaks,
Beauty as such that none can list,
The beauty of a goddess that your smile makes.