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The Lost Years
The Lost Years
The Lost Years
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This is the collection of poems that I wrote during my undergraduate program. Hope you will enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing and making it e-book.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherD Paudel
Release dateMay 31, 2015
ISBN9781310844591
The Lost Years
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D Paudel

D Paudel is a medical practitioner in Nepal. He did his undergraduate from Nepal and postgraduate from China. He loves writing literature and academic writings. When he’s not practicing medicine, he’s probably playing with programming languages, reading and writing.

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    The Lost Years - D Paudel

    POETRY

    Collection of Poems

    Introduction

    These are the poems I wrote during my MBBS career when I was overflowed with feelings or bored with medical textbooks. I hope you will enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

    © D Paudel ‘Anup Paudel’

    Website : paudeldhirendra.com.np

    Email: madmedicos@techie.com

    Wanna Know Me

    Neither soft nor naive

    I’m the sign of passion and extremes

    The one who learns to die while living

    And the same one who hates while loving

    Neither theist nor atheist

    I’m the example of agnostic

    Fond of being solitude

    And my personality reflects mansuetude

    I smoke but not a smoker

    Tho’ I’m drunkard, yet social drinker

    I’m imaginative and artistic

    And my approach to life is idealistic

    Tho’ nothing disturbs my air of tranquility

    Yet I ain’t of cautious personality

    Neither sane nor sober

    I’m slight frenzy in nature

    I perceive myself intellectual and philosophical

    And my style of working is technical

    I ain’t classical in the slightest.

    Am I Really Mad?

    I can view the sound

    I can hear the scene

    There is nothing I can’t do

    I can sleep with my eyes open

    This is why no one stands by me

    This is why no one cares for me

    I’m compelled to live in solitude

    And unable to perceive social pulchritude

    Neither do I feel abysmal

    Nor is it abstruse to me

    I know my behaviors make me eccentric

    The reason people grant me the name schizophrenic

    Yeah! I’m certifiable, but for warmth

    Why shouldn’t I since this is what I dearth

    I also want to live like you

    But your hatred makes the difference

    To live, for me there is no reference

    Your ignorance reflects that I’m nonentity

    To breathe more I have no proclivity.

    Nothing Lasts Forever

    Nothing last forever

    Even life is ephemeral

    Happiness is fleeting

    Here- everyone is cheating

    Everyone tries to cover the truth and to lie

    These behaviors force my heart to cry

    Tho’ my mind is conscious about the truth

    Yet my heart wants me to escape from the truth

    The truth of being played

    And the truth of betrayal

    Never does my mind find my heart agreeable

    And whether to love or to hate is irrefragable.

    I thought of your being mine

    And ponder over my being thine

    You are always special to me

    Sorry for hurting both you and me

    The way of your doing is always vague

    But dear I’m crystal clear and never fake

    By heart I love and I will in future too

    What can I do if my mind doesn’t permit me to do.

    The Misery Of Life

    I take others paining grief and pain myself

    I make the others laugh hurting myself 

    I always wanna see smile on the others face

    But I don’t know why I can’t smile 

    I was kinda guy afraid of nothing 

    Always do wanna face much more problems 

    Now truth is the thing that I’m afraid of 

    And warmth is the thing that I’m dearth of 

    I don’t wanna hear the truth 

    The reason that I act like dumb 

    But the wound of the

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