To be alone,
how frustrating at times,
how complicated for days—
to see the boredom
pulp the brain
until there remains nothing
at the day’s end.

To be unable
to assuage the pain
of nothingness
& lie on the sofa
with a book of verse
on the chest –
its weight lodged
in the spirit –
with dog-eared past,
an endless bookmarks,
how vexing at times
to be unable
to rinse the pus
of memories
from the swollen mind.

How depressing at times
to be alive unhappily,
to bring a bottle of wine,
pour a glass,
a few red droplets
on the book –
libation to the goddess
of knowledge –
& to drink slowly,
to drink alone,
how tormenting at times—
to listen to Bach alone:
drink, listen, drink, listen
lying on the sofa,
day after day,
night after night,
& fall asleep
at wee hours
of the morning
with lights on:
the porch light,
the bedroom light,
the kitchen light
& wake up at 4 pm
with a terrible headache,
roll out of the sofa,
drag the body,
to the urinal;
how annoying at times
on days like these—
days bloated with
bottles & bottles
of loneliness.

Bibek Adhikari
Twitter @bibek_writes

Poetry by Bibek
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Written on 2016-11-14 at 12:49

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I love it. Finally you use the minimalist style well. Short lines suit you wonderfully, and the way you repeated lights was outstanding

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
A fine, grim poem. The first stanza is excellent.

Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Not sure if this is autobiographical or created but it is quite stark and vivid. It describes the feeling very well. Loneliness in my case is something that I have even in a crowd of known people. Maybe I have gotten used to my own company. Your piece though sad explains the detailed of the isolation and makes the reader empathetic to the subject's plight.

Many fine and sharp details here.