is like the flesh

inside a coconut shell.

The flesh that is fresh

comes with sweet water.

The flesh that is dried

comes with a lot of sweet oil.



is a glacier—

frozen in winter

and flickering

like gems

in clear days.

To swim in it like a fish

is perhaps the best pleasure

we can offer

to our souls-in-search.



is a discovery

of the ways

people walk

or would like to walk.

It’s like a conscious dream


the child in you.

I’m sure they slip

when they say

they don’t like poetry.



is like the shaft of sunlight


the deep, silent corners

of woods.

It’s the peacock’s glee

or the desperate chirrups

of a bird in a cage.

It’s the mountains’ meditation

or the rustle of leaves.

It’s the music of Nature


for our songs of sorrow and joy.

It’s the pleasant play of clouds

or the rage of a heavy, heavy sky.

It’s the cry for a way out;

It’s the cry for a way in.

It’s the desire to burn;

It’s the celebration of one’s own defeat.

It’s the silence becoming a flood.

It’s the dewdrop cleaning the rust away.

It’s the spark of light

that makes you wake up


in the midst of nights.



is everywhere

looking for a poet!


Haris Adhikari is from Nepal. He edits Misty Mountain Review, an online journal of short poetry. He has recently brought out his first poetic anthology Flowing with a River from The Society of Nepali Writers in English (NWEN). His poems have appeared in Red Fez Journal, Buddhist Poetry Review, Cyclamens and Swords Publishing, The Citron Review, Mad Swirl, Red Box Kite, Yes Poetry, Of Nepalese Clay, The Applicant, The Enchanting Verses Literary Review, Essence Poetry and Locust Magazine, among others. His other works are forthcoming in Message in a Bottle Poetry Magazine.

To read more of his poems, visit: http://ripplezhome.wordpress.com/