Obscured vision

featured in the poetry forum July 16, 2016  :: 0 comments

I read
Your face
On the way I walk
Face to face smiles
I answer a question,
Who am I
To appreciate

I climb
The tower,
Blurred past searching
Horizon to horizon, peep
And I find you
Among the clouds.
Oh! Beautiful stranger
Am I impaired
In vision
Or are you

For the angles
Of your beauty
My defunct
Clinometer is
Unable to measure
The height
Of your mystery.

editors note:

Amorous altitudes render dizzied discourse . – mh clay

Dark fortnight

featured in the poetry forum April 27, 2016  :: 0 comments

Is hindered
In my garden.
Waxed by winter
Freezing so pale.

A furrow…
Did plough
In the ocean of my heart
And the current
An electric shock…

My eyes are blind
Meteor from the heaven
And galaxies not seen
None of the milky ways

It is so dark.
And dark
Where is the light
You took on lease.
Goblet of your dew

In a dark fortnight
How am I to satiate
My thirst…
Without your face.

editors note:

Spring; sprung in slow sips from a light goblet. – mh clay

A juice vendor

featured in the poetry forum January 30, 2016  :: 0 comments

To street
A strange juice
He makes
From the layers
Of imagination
His hidden flesh
Squeezing clouds
Sailing the air
Oh! Incisive

If any audience
You have Oh! Wind
Carry Oh! Carry
To purify the ears
The gong of prayer
A temple bell

Of such art
Winding a juice
In silence he serves
Among the busy streets.
Standing on the corner
A mute consumer, I
Ready to drink
A glass as now he fills
Exuding from
The rock.

Neither did
You hear
Nor did I

The flow.

editors note:

Magic elixir from a cloud squeezing dream fixer. – mh clay


featured in the poetry forum November 13, 2015  :: 1 comment

Where I lost,
I found again
In somnosis.

A make believe
In dreams, a disease
Did not flow with time
To stronghold of belief
And I live
In somnosis.

Perfume flows
From her mouth.
A melody, a song I find
Listening to her
Addictive charm
A deep slumber
Brings me near.

To observe
Her dance
With waving hair
Her juicy apple cheeks
To bite.
From Mongolia or Tibet
By the effect of mountain air
She smiles among
Blooming buckwheat,
Inviting my lips
To her lips
As I employ in agreement.
I reach to drink
A current from her cheeks
And I awake
In somnosis.

Involuntary presence
In my dream
Leaves unerasable imprints
Still a quest unremitting
A deep longing to see her again
A somnambulist asks
To cordon every corner
In somnosis.

editors note:

A new condition is coined to describe this lover’s magnanimous malady. Voila; somnosis! – mh clay


featured in the poetry forum September 7, 2015  :: 0 comments

Dry soil today
At least breathe, a little
Many days later it will rain
Those cemented seeds
Unable to burgeon
Will break
To come out.

Coming out
Springing shoots of life
Burned soil today is like:
Soldered weapon in the furnace
Of a blacksmith.
Eager to fill a life
Those dust particles
Sharpening the embryo
Of a seed.

Opportunity today
Expectation of a similar seed
I soak up an interest
A seed to live a life
Today, tomorrow
And unlimited.

editors note:

Nothing sedentary in the life of this seed. “Soak up an interest.” – mh clay

Solitary river

featured in the poetry forum July 11, 2015  :: 3 comments

Aesthetic hallucination
One mad station
For creation

Have I
Understood of life
Looking for the rooms
Adventure to the unknown
Beyond the horizon
My eyes are

That cloud
Of a void sky
Loitering free
Shapeless mind
Thinking and thinking
Never become

In the air
On the ground I walk
Experimenting with mystery
Collecting the fossils
From a solitary

editors note:
A 21st Century Siddhartha, living his path aloud; isolation, experimentation, aesthetic hallucination. (Another from Hem Raj on his page, post-earthquake in Nepal – check it out!) – mh clay


July 11, 2015  :: 0 comments

Visible motion
Of a vibrating earth
Unexpected disaster

In front it left
Tear-mark of pain.
Heritage into rubble
Pathetic cries of families
Where homes are debris
And the life is in transit
Waiting to be rescued.
Historical monuments
Ruined for the

Her disentangled fury,
Waiting and
Thinking to the ruins,
How to clear and
Set back again?


featured in the poetry forum January 19, 2015  :: 0 comments

A river
Inside the cliff,
I hear the waters
Far down: below.
Desiccated I walk
From your beauty,
And the charm
You have.

Somewhere else
Got you in my dream
Who is going to interpret?
What does it mean?

I am waiting,
To irrigate
A deserted: heart.
Listening –
The echoing cliff,
Semblance of you
To feel.

editors note:

What speaks from loss comes back with longing. Oh, thirsty heart! – mh

Night rider

featured in the poetry forum October 26, 2014  :: 0 comments

Of a desolate wind
Wandering an uninhabited
Point of espial, speak.
Tarried on a sanguine view
Many a nocturnal visit
Dream rapt, it left.
Restless motion
Of a thirsty ocean
A swing on a lonely night
Brings it to the point of stars.
Up above the hanging clouds,
Thrill smitten I wake
From my sleep.

editors note:

A dream stoker, sleep taker. Once awake, gone forever. – mh

A song of an obelisk

August 24, 2014  :: 0 comments

No one listen
A cuckoo here today,
So, sings for his own
And dies without

Magnet, are his songs
Dust of iron left out of reach
Pathetic echoes the winter
Memories of spring cherished.

Once it was a tree,
Not anymore today
Though, vanished memories
Of: myrtle stand.

Name of a penman
Below the pillar is seen.