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
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.
Beyond The Door
Shivers sensually tickle my feet with cold, As I lay in bed recovering after a long night out, Emotions within start to unfold, Imploding love where everything else apart from her I flout.
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,
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.