Biography of Aditya Mudbhary
Aditya Mudbhary started poetry from a very young age. His inspirations come from the likes of John Keats and Walt Whitman. Despite his birth in Nepal, his first language is English as he was brought up with a Cambridge education since a very young age.
He can be seen as a revolutionary artist of words who combines old english with modern day vocabulary. He delibrately writes in this form in order to defy the rules of poetry as in his belief he is an artist and not a scholar of literature. He believes that rules in any form of art weeds out the inner feelings and emotions. This is what allows Aditya the ability to express his feelings so strongly.
His revolt against the world of literature in order to free the poets of the future from rules and criticism of professors will live as long as his poems are alive. It is this revolt and his flaming desire to express his feelings that distinguishes his poetry from the rest.
Aditya Mudbhary Poems
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.
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.
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.
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.
La Musique De Bonheur
Alone on the wall rests our only reminder, The reminder of everything yet nothing. The chilly dark and cold winter night, The sway of trees that are hypnotized.
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.
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,
The World Empire
There’s fire in the smoky sky, Ice layered above water, Laws of nature, Humans defy, The world seeks to an end.
The Time Of The Spirits
At the moment when the sun burns and dies, The forest of the eastern hemisphere lives on in utter darkness, The mountains rough wind blowing hard and sighs, As the lizard of night scratches the rocks with might.
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?
It was love at first sight, When i saw thee pretty face, Nature sang songs, With passion, love and grace.
To Love Or Not
The breeze of memories blow through my heavy chest,
A cool long breath of the future slithers into my veins,
It was not so long ago since I saw the lady from the west,
And all too soon uncertainty drips on my shirt and stains.
A cruel joke played over and over again,
Like a modern mixtape with scratches they call so great,
Much like the waters of Everest eventually end in the drain,
It seems all good things have a similar fate.