Sat, 20 Apr, 2024


By Arjun Dahal

Am I not sane? Or am I paranormal? You- apparent to me everywhere, Only me, And the folks are yelling me dement.   Light of the dawn, Beacons you. Is pulsar resonating you? I Can't let you perish Yes, the neighbors may call heathen.   In my lectures, When I speak to you When your words caresses me, Friends call me a fool. Yes, let it be.   In my bus, When I allocate you a seat, The crowds are crossed. Yet, nothing else matters, Though I may be absurd.   In my walk, When I am talking to you, The rest get distorted. Talking to the winds, Yes, pagan I am.   Yes, schizophrenia, You've yielded schizophrenia in them. They can't see, And I need to be with you, Only you. Forever and always. Thanks to your schizophrenia and let it be, For you, I'm the only, who can see.

About Author:
Arjun Dahal is undergrad student of Physics at Tri-Chandra Campus, Tribhuvan University, Nepal. Talkative, Crazy, Funny, and Fun loving guy, his passion lies in Physics, Mathematics, Music, Literature, and Philosophy. His Non-fiction has appeared in Blue Marble Review. His poetry has appeared/forthcoming in Burningword Literary Journal, Autumn Sky Poetry Daily, The Fable Online, Ann Arbor Review, and DWIT News. The links to his published Nepali Poems can be found at