Bijay Poudel

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.
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A hitherto unrevealed thing,
relative to which,
your doings are judged,
the deviations of your deeds from the, yet nebulous, so called, truth are measured, quantified and then given the deserving response.
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May be it's nice to know,
What lies outside the classroom's show?
The Times of India's unchecked news,
The canteenkeeper's maggi stews,
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I’ve seen a brilliant lamp,
Beyond the walls of this enclosed room,
Beyond the darkest and darkest of nights,
Beyond the torments of its gloom.
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In those nine scores of months,
When I was inside your vault,
I had composed a poem for you,
Memorized by heart.
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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,
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You have often shown me that mirror,
In spite of how badly, I have despised it.
Often it would yield to that jolt of shudder,
or that pang of embarrassment on what it had to fit.
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YOUR SILENCE...
Your silence, my love,
Has now ensued a battle,
To make itself heard,
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Where,
Where cripples can dance, dumbos can sing,
The son of a peasant can be the king,
Where rabbits can wait for snails that crawl,
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I
I am a cynic, I am fun
I am a rose with stock of a gun,
I am a saint, I am the king,
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The heat of the city had burdened us much,
It has got riches but not one moist touch,
The torrents of sweats, the sighs of despair,
The sunsaving stuffs, lotions in layers,
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Not that I have conquered a peak,
Leaving friends and foes behind.
Not that I am drained down a pit,
And no one above cares me to find.
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As the blanket of fog,
veils the radiating sun.
And warmth from the heavens,
suffer a journey adjourned.
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These two anatomical lumps,
One thinks, dreads and drives,
The next one pumps,
Pumps red fluid all over,
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