Wake up at 9 in the morning Have some puffs and bongs, This weed has changed the way of my life Life never felt so much fun, My vision's been blurred, I'm partially deaf, Beyond my recurring thoughts, I can't concentrate, My thoughts are at the speed of light, Hopes at supremacy, Body's is stoned. A silent thinker, Till the end, I must fight, Fake appetite has stormed, With my mentality doomed. I sit quiet, But the music starts self in the brain, I flow these words, A state of heaven or hell May differ among the rest, But I'm a rebel To reign and rock this hell.

About Author: Arjun Dahal is undergrad student of Physics at Tri-Chandra Campus, Tribhuwan University. His interests lies in Physics, Mathematics, Music, Literature, and Philosophy. His English writings have appeared/forthcoming in Blue Marble Review, Burningword Literary Journal, Yellow Chair Review, DWIT News, and Ann Arbor Review. His published Nepali Poems can be found via arjundahal.blogspot.com.