Karma

Tonight I hear the wind   
That is your voice.


In the Valley of Gods
The gods themselves are nervous.
They fear the red glass of wine.


The night is paused on
The television screens.


The silence of you eating alone
In an old photograph is deafening.  


Someone screeches—
A panic attack of harmonics.
Is it your own heartbeat?


There is pain—in you—that seeks its way out
Through the crevice of your heart.

You know this is going to be over.
But it takes time.


The overhead yellow light is on.
You are by yourself at the dinner table.  


Pick up the pen.
Bleed poetry.


Bibek Adhikari




Poetry by Bibek
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Written on 2017-07-23 at 15:39

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Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
I am loving this!
2017-08-20


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Very well done, Bibek. This is stark and melancholy, devoid of precious imagery.
2017-07-26


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
The more I read this, the more I appreciate it.
2017-07-24


Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
This is very strong. The beginning is amazing. I know what's going on.
I wonder if I could make a couple of suggestions?

"The silence of you eating alone
In an old photograph is deafening."

I would drop the "you". "The silence of eating alone in an old photograph is deafening.

and in: "There is pain in you that seeks its way out
Through the crevice of your heart."
I would also drop the you here:
|There is pain that seeks its way out Through the crevice of your heart.

When you say "your" on the second line, so I feel the first "you" is not necessary.

Just my opinion. The poem has a staggering strength.
Ashe
2017-07-23


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Bravo! Bibek.
Ken
2017-07-23