Few poems by Hemraj Bastola Phoenix Humans will then be wise only when learns a mistake. Havoc had left it's beleaguered towns into the myths. Debris to be alive hundreds of year it takes furious power too blind had left it's reason deaf without knowing it's consequences. Civilization sunk Babylon is burning like fiery flames of Trojan pulchritude of Helen for As Dr. Faustus sell; Mephistopheles Calling. Carcass too cold with it's beauty sleep cure thy brain O people ashes in doubt speak can I be the bird again? Abattoirs Thoughts to dine in a book they slay. with carcass of the words life awakens in it's death. Publishers are now turn to be. Outgoing Giving room to the night when day bids farewell her apple blossom to it's pulchritude speaks in silence. Watching to the landscape winter pessimism chasing, bird soars on the sky above happy moments spreading where budding plants are germinating a new life into her rosemary. Untitled Winter smiles when life weeps in pain, spring blooms to new winter bleeds in grief slumbering tree awakens in every death of cold. And creation of a existing passion from the heart speaks a message: Battle of a bilateral nature satisfies me as I see the night is a dare need of a day. Untitled ( about the current Nepal) Baker who is waiting to bake But, no one is going to make Undress your eyes to look at Justice bleeds in the mockery of hate. Wind sweeps to clean the land And land, waiting for the rain stand I am tired of listening the heads Where, speech pretends for the bread. Was that thunder only to awake Or had given to change a shake Country pleads in justice to believe But what have we done to give. Barren land is hungry for the seed Can we put an end to the need In making a choice Muteness is vast to identify it's easy to acknowledge the noise likewise I am divided with spangled thoughts of anxiety and in dilemma of human existence, dynamic sticky web of society where, a human is glued to be on the center. Thought to preserve in honor to live, interest me much is to put it's beauty in craft. Forging into the fiery hearth of emotion fusing words to give a shape into it's solitary form. would not it be fair? in search of a home to be out of time in it's freedom. Selection of a man that screens on a life if we forget an artist, can we forget his art? A note from a rainy day This leather bag I am trying to protect from to be wet on the rain, for I wish is my home coming safe. Fare welling tunes of time that speak, consoling to the bare trees. Sprouting buds and the brooding nest to that weeping heaven ask: Can not this rain be transformed? into the vapours of a life as the dawn of spring when says good bye to the frozen path. But, did I put forth to this enlightened earth an eye to view? An evasive heart Sickness of his involuntary pain requesting with her soul: had we planted to ruin the seed? or won't you let me harvest the crop that I desire for. Why, the gift to be a mother you do not want to utilize, Wishing even I never can be. So, how can I be agree to lose an unseen child growing inside you. Forgive me to say; evacuating that womb, would you be happy as a mother? if your breast remain unsucked by the child. whom would you show, that your motherly love? by mistake if thy baby sack unoccupied remain losing it's fertility forever.