Bijay Poudel Poems
|1.||Ballot Box-My Love||11/21/2013|
|8.||A Kiss In The Cold||4/4/2014|
|9.||New Year's Resolution||4/5/2014|
|10.||What Is It To Be Poor?||3/9/2013|
|11.||Heart And Mind||5/26/2014|
|13.||A Poem For My Mamma||4/28/2014|
|17.||Inside An Exam Hall||5/31/2014|
There is a hormone that can make you happy,
and a next one that can turn you sad.
These potions running open in my veins,
framing my destiny to be good or bad.
For every of my emotions,
a specific hormone can be deduced.
A hormone that can baffle me,
a hormone that has left me amused.
These hormones with their reactions and transactions,
Creating a sort of chemical game.
And my philosophical pursuit might be a mere chemistry,
among these hydrocarbons that I can never escape.
Today some hormones that have over spilled,
has left me to pathetically ...
Amid the eternity of emptiness,
I had soared up much more than i could have endured.
And when the fated mirror had to reveal my face,
I felt the melancholy, the fear that had lured,
My angels to escape, my demons now unveiled,
My hopes to disappear, my efforts now failed.
Now that my peace has clashed with my own ghost,
Shouldn't I pour my vodka and raise this toast...
Shouldn't I pour my vodka and raise this toast.