Hem Raj Bastola

A dead matter,
Flown out soul,
Though I intend, I indulge
Many a times I kill
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Her aromatic
Sensous exposure
Painting lipstick
Stand in the street.
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His equivocation
Is asking for a complex thought
Whose flight of fancy
And exuberant words
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Because in free moments
Watching through the spreading eyes of binocular,
Brief account of existence is found, in the circular routine
And rejection of that rock's placement on the hill;
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Inclusion of our involuntary mask is
Deserving a place where,
Hollow performance of a fake ease
Can not induce me as I watch.
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Sickness of his involuntary pain,
Requesting with her soul:
Had we planted to ruin the seed?
Or won't you let me harvest,
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Your ageing now must take it's best,
True little hymns chanting you think,
And dreaming to that divine link
For the work you had done to rest.
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Abstract solitude of a country setting
draws me for a view to the window
where I draw the curtain down.
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Bed rock
Of my desire
Turns to be a
Sleep walker
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He is dressed to life
Waiting his brother to death,
Nightmares are now at work
They didn't let his endeavour sleep.
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Comatose clouds
A deaf ear to rain
Kissing the wings of
Immense sky.
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A cuckoo wails find my attention wrong
When that bird weeps in the form of a song
Mercy my overflows and longs to be kind
So far a hart bitterly affected find
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On my palm, as I keep to rest my chin
Injured heart among the city din,
Healthy spirit to live it search
Days are so dark, for there is no torch.
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Peeping to the sky:
Beating wings of twilight
Leading home, the birds
Horizon, engulf the ember Sun.
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Musing
In the heart
Air full of sound
Listening madness-
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In whose madness
The mind today
Wandering alone
Drinking insanity
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Planted seedlings
During the observation grave,
Premonitions of the day
In the field of mind
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Happiness is expensive here
In the foreign land.
Consolidated alien eyes
Dazzled with reflecting sun
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Come imagination! come
To nurse my wound of reality
For the moment I seek
Flood of current in veins
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Extricate life to enjoy
All it's curiosity drink
Staring and staring into deep
For the sight of it's harsh ambiance
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