The rasp

featured in the poetry forum December 8, 2019  :: 0 comments

Alter,
Being oblated,
Irradiate the flame.
Benison to beget praying,
Qualities of the Almighty.
Chiseling the eyes
Of an intellect.

Surrounded
By the net of illusion,
Entrenched human,
Duty-bound; blowing bellows.
In the furnace where charcoal
Into a luminous ember turns.
Melting to modulate the metal,
Irrigating fire with fuel.
Giving life to the furnace,
Blunt tools and weapons,
Soldering to blade.

It is time
To forge the mind now,
In the furnace of wisdom.
Letting bellows to breathe,
And on an anvil to place.
Honing razor of knowledge
By the rasp.

editors note:

Altered at this altar, shine in your sharpness; wiser be. – mh clay

Nest of water

featured in the poetry forum October 6, 2019  :: 1 comment

Traveling
In the universe,
Oh! Gallivanter
Seeker of wisdom.
Teach him to live,
A thirsty peregrine is
Struggling with
Mirage.

For which libation?
Squeezing to drink, infused.
Immortalizer musing,
Being curious to know, ask:
Who are you?

Loitering with light:
Lightning rider,
Burning fire of the sky,
In a vault of wings.

Nest of water,
Incubating embryo
Inexplicable hatching:
Yolk of the clouds.
Delivering the drops
Of the rain.

editors note:

When the water breaks… – mh clay

Lotus in a crescent moon

featured in the poetry forum July 28, 2019  :: 0 comments

Dawn rings
The bell of light.
In every day break,
Riding seven horses of the sun
The disc of heaven
Came out from the east.
Glittering in the waters
Of Ganga.

Here the water is not clean anymore.
Here the soul is not clean anymore.
Here the nature is not clean anymore.
The world of material greed:
Destroying the value, of spirit!
Value, of nature.

And I envision
Terror struck in a dream:
Land shake, slide and churn,
With big waves, like the fountain flush
Jumping high and resting low,
As the cataract.

Tectonic forces,
Overlap the plates and swap.
Like in the hands of a waiter.
This change in nature, inviting Shiva!
The universal, preparing to perform
His cosmic dance of death.

Here, my despondent
And salubrious appeal
To stop the end and to irradiate
The peace.

Infuriated sky,
Thundering to open: the veins of spring.
When will echo the smile
Of the earth again?

In order to acclaim the peace,
Fertile seeds of my brain,
Musing to plant the lotus
In the crescent moon.

editors note:

A little horticulture; seasonal blooms to irradiate the peace. Yes! – mh clay

An obscure flux

featured in the poetry forum May 18, 2019  :: 0 comments

Frivolous details
Of the regal run,
Unusual and uncommon,
An aesthetic errand
lead.

Fertile nation
Of an ingenious thought.
Gathering brainsick,
In a garret to speak:

Kinda fashion,
Outdated and erroneous,
Waiting fickle found.
Doing here and there
Restless and eager,
To be something, be new:

Milking madness,
Tip twirling aloud.
Voice unheard to sing,
The gong, inspiration:
Ring the bell.

Melody
Echoes pleasant,
Whose ears are keen
And eyes hungry,
To chew the cud.
Here the aesthetic,
Generates the obscure
Flux.

editors note:

Well, melt my bell and call me common; ding ding ding ding ding. – mh clay

Lost in dream

featured in the poetry forum February 28, 2019  :: 0 comments

Divine
Knowledge of:
The mystical hymns.
Brewing:
Numinous breath,
To drink.

A bird,
Mythical,
Mysterious drinking:
Moonlight,
To live.

Libation,
To tantalize my god.
Immediate,
Response
Beget.

That,
Mystical fire,
Revered, to invoke;
The celestial
Bliss.

Ritual
Performance:
A holy bath,
To expiate;
The sin.

I can
See them,
In the celestial
River, dip.

The thing
That i only feel,
Asking you
To reveal:

A
sleepwalker
Lost in
Dream.

editors note:

Who tantalizes whom in this dream? – mh clay

An orchestrated night

featured in the poetry forum December 19, 2018  :: 0 comments

When I was:
Playing a dream
An owl in me peeping,
Night was deep and
My subconscious
Sleep.

Waxing moon,
In the sky illuminant
Growing each night.
And a flowing river beside,
Milk white, mirroring;
Pulling my eyes.

Pin drop silence,
Whistling river where:
Orchestrated molten light
Of heaven dances here
In the deep ravine.

Cold night out
Freezing, to adore
The unfiltered
First-hand experience
Of life.

editors note:

On a cold lit night, warm to the dance of your inner orchestra. – mh clay

A lonely rider

featured in the poetry forum October 9, 2018  :: 0 comments

In the
Cold desert,
Along with
The howling wind.
On horseback,
Galloping.

A strange
Weather beaten
Unfamiliar face,
Turning back
A grin throwing,
Continues his
Hurried way.

May be,
A herdsmen:
A Dhokpa, singing,
Making alive the air.
Pulling my ears of
Attention.

And I, lost
In his melody,
Staring till his horse,
In the vast horizons;
Of: green pastures
Disappears.

Musing
Still echoes
The tongue of:
A nomad
Ringing.

Note: Those people in Tibet and in Nepal bordering to Tibet, having a nomadic life shifting their flock of sheep, goat or yaks in the high pastures, living under the tent, are called Dhokpas.

editors note: Grin caught, attention pulled, ride on… – mh clay

Smoke

featured in the poetry forum August 9, 2018  :: 0 comments

I am the past,
I am the present,
I am the future,
It is the time I am living
A fruit of: my KARMA.

I am the WATER
Blood in my veins
By the heat, scalding.
I am the AIR a moving spirit
I breath. I am the EARTH,
An elemental dust
A flesh to decay.

I am the SKY,
A lurking void
Of the universe, to unite.
So, it is not me,
What I am saying “I”.

I am a product
Of a FIRE, empty
Like a living smoke.

Smoke! Smoke!!
And Smoke!!!

editors note:

Where there’s smoke… – mh clay

Red apple

featured in the poetry forum June 10, 2018  :: 0 comments

Whirling,
In a nightmare,
I awake.

Living
Subconscious,
In the unconscious
Hours of sleep.
A thought in me
Was eager
For: beauty.

Her face is:
A red apple,
With a juicy bite,
I realize.

editors note:

A midnight snack for an apple a day. – mh clay

Nocturnal juice

featured in the poetry forum April 6, 2018  :: 0 comments

Romantic
Depth of night
Where your shy lips
Were shivering
But the smile
Was attractive.

When,
I fondle you,
Your coy smooch;
Attacks tenderly.
As you huddle me,
A pair of clementine,
Ask me to peel.
They were
So soft.

And
A sweet,
Recondite,
Juice of night
You serve;
to my thirsty
Soul.

editors note:

Ah! Sweet, surreptitious squeeze. No juice fast for me. – mh clay