Hem Raj Bastola

Hem Raj Bastola Poems

A dead matter,
Flown out soul,
Though I intend, I indulge
Many a times I kill
...

Her aromatic
Sensous exposure
Painting lipstick
Stand in the street.
...

His equivocation
Is asking for a complex thought
Whose flight of fancy
And exuberant words
...

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;
...

Inclusion of our involuntary mask is
Deserving a place where,
Hollow performance of a fake ease
Can not induce me as I watch.
...

Sickness of his involuntary pain,
Requesting with her soul:
Had we planted to ruin the seed?
Or won't you let me harvest,
...

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.
...

Abstract solitude of a country setting
draws me for a view to the window
where I draw the curtain down.
...

Bed rock
Of my desire
Turns to be a
Sleep walker
...

He is dressed to life
Waiting his brother to death,
Nightmares are now at work
They didn't let his endeavour sleep.
...

Comatose clouds
A deaf ear to rain
Kissing the wings of
Immense sky.
...

12.

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
...

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.
...

Peeping to the sky:
Beating wings of twilight
Leading home, the birds
Horizon, engulf the ember Sun.
...

Musing
In the heart
Air full of sound
Listening madness-
...

In whose madness
The mind today
Wandering alone
Drinking insanity
...

Planted seedlings
During the observation grave,
Premonitions of the day
In the field of mind
...

Happiness is expensive here
In the foreign land.
Consolidated alien eyes
Dazzled with reflecting sun
...

Come imagination! come
To nurse my wound of reality
For the moment I seek
Flood of current in veins
...

Extricate life to enjoy
All it's curiosity drink
Staring and staring into deep
For the sight of it's harsh ambiance
...

Hem Raj Bastola Biography

Hem Raj Bastola, an inhabitant of pumdi bhumdi VDC-2, is currently working as a customer service representative in UAE. He have worked as a guest service agent at Hotel pokhara Grande, Worked as freelancer tour and trekking guide in and around pokhara valley and annapurna region. have worked as cave guide and office assistant at Gupteshwor Mahadev Cave.Talking on behalf of creativity, he loves nature very much so influence of it can be seen in his poetry. Beside that he loves to listen music, reading and enjoys solitude. Already a father of two children.)

The Best Poem Of Hem Raj Bastola

Offspring

A dead matter,
Flown out soul,
Though I intend, I indulge
Many a times I kill
Rendering to death
Offspring to shape.

Give life!
Though the ink is cold
Every sitting, a new transplant
Born in solitude,
Words are the oxygen,
I let you breathe.
Thoughts where I am grown,
Feelings, I am planted in
Before I let it run.

Quietness is all I ask
The hen is brooding
Eggs will break
Life is coming out.

Hem Raj Bastola Comments

Andrew Marshall 26 August 2013

Loved these poems, so creative and very insightful. Look forward to reading more!

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