Playing
With an image 
A picture.
Unexpected,
Involuntary presence
Of the whizzing clouds, 
Blocked.

And just,
The entrance
To get in left.
As I step in
Queer sight
Unseen,
Welcomed.

Nothing 
Is clear
To understand:
The dream.
I can not hear you,
I ‘m already deaf.
Thick clouds
Are making
My ear drums
Jammed.

I do not
Listen,
What, you listen.
I do not see
What you see,
Perceive
And feel.

What’s False
To me is
Your truth
Oh! Veil, visible
Echoing void rings
What is not
Being said is:
The silence
Between 
Us.

Hem is a Pokhara based tourist guide. 

 
• hem raj bastola
 
• momentary silence