from the writer’s studio

 

sunlight glimmering on tangerine walls

maroon curtains softly fluttering

fragrance of parijat blossoms wafting

bitter-sweet rosemary leaves bubbling

musty tea slowly cooling and thickening

stale metallic aftertaste lingering inside

scraps of satsang from an indian devotional series

dvaita & advaita with a monologue of sparrows

scuttling footsteps/muffled voices on stairs

crushing weight of sleep on my eyelids

muttering a prayer in a language i’ve forgotten

all the bright memories swirling with dust motes

dancing, whirling, slowing down the clock—

ah, the beauty and the lightness of being!

 

 

Bibek





Poetry by bibek adhikari The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-02-03 at 13:15

Tags Writing  Life  Happiness 

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one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
I agree with Thomas, and I don't know whether the fourteen lines is intentional, but it has the effect of a sonnet, which is something both rich and contained. well done, and especially for writing of your world. i feel the ghosts of Great Poets fading (that's a good thing). You're coming into your own voice.
2020-02-04


Thomas D The PoetBay support member heart!
There's just so much that is good here, Bibek. Numerous appeals to the senses, not only sight and colour, but fragrance and sound. This poem is an achievement of which the poet can be proud!
2020-02-04