October 29, 2014

Two poems by Hem Raj Bastola


Humid dreams
On a slanting garden
Waiting for the wind
To carry away
The fragrance.

Silent, but still present:
Deactivated breath.
Drag out my helmet
Visor off
Poor visibility
Blurred: my vision

Let hidden sea
By the sand fathom
Sleeping ammonite
An expired life
Debunked on stone.


Far off
I hear echoing
Approaching my ear.
The wind-transporting
Frequency of the air
Ripples of a lake
Gently disperse
In a quiet and stagnant
Water surface.

Jumping fish
Broken silence.
Twilight that lead
Rowing oar a boat
Fisherman returns
The day is done.
Her eyes are waiting
His weary way
For dinner.

Hem Raj Bastola is currently working as a freelance local tour guide in and around Pokhara Valley, Nepal.
He has worked as a Guest Service Agent at the Hotel Pokhara Grande, as a cave guide, inside the cave area for all tourists as well as office assistance in Guptshor Mahadev Cave, as a substitute representative for Sita Travels, as a freelance trekking guide for tourists to the surrounding Annapurna range and as a book salesman in Annapurna Stationary Center.
Hem also enjoys writing poetry, listening to music and collecting stamps.

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