Mon, 20 May, 2019

Thoughts of A Thoughtless

By Arjun Dahal

Sometimes I wonder, how I feel about you Are you the shining sun? Or the calm moon? Are you the cool breeze? Or the hustling rain?   Nearer my exams come, You're paramount inside of me. So, would you please, Allow me to call you Illusionist? For, it's your illusion, I've been caged in.   Now my pen runs in your name, Had you been a student of physics? I would paint your name, on my every paper Thus my work would be ours. But now a doomed poet Shall I address you as the Wind of Change?   Years been past, Since your last text, call and glimpse, Shall I hail you as Benevolent? Never found anyone like you, So, should I call you Marvel?   You have reigned, In the thoughts of thoughtless. Are you a psychiatrist? You've hid yourself, Are you a magician?   No one else like you, No one else the same as you, Now I believe, Nature does create wonder, Every time when you leave your charm, Inside the thoughts of this thoughtless.

Arjun Dahal is undergrad student of Physics at Tri-Chandra Campus, Tribhuwan University, Nepal. Talkative,  Crazy, Funny fellow, his passions lies in Physics, Mathematics, Music, Literature, and Philosophy. His Non-fiction has appeared/forthcoming in Blue Marble Review, and Yellow Chair Review. His Poetry has appeared/forthcoming in Burningword Literary Journal, Ann Arbor Review, The Fable Online, and DWIT News. The links to his published Nepali poems can be found at arjundahal.blogspot.com