October

The sweet smell of parijat and jasmine
Floats through the evening air.
The air is calm, the stars of Kathmandu
Are quiet in their places.

Escaping the mangrove swamps of grief,
I travel through a dreamlike Savannah.
This way nostalgia, that way nostalgia.
I look at both sides.

Bewitched by the images welling up
From poems read long ago, from films,
From my own memory, I stroll upon
These rediscovered trails, marked
By the forgotten footprints of childhood.

With a heart in a fever of crepuscular delight,
Away from the wasteland of my sleepless nights,
I walk, finding unhurried delight
In the spirit of things, realizing
I am only a heart, beating and drumming,
Imposed upon this evening.

Wandering, like an Odysseus looking
For his long-lost island, with all my yearnings,
I recite love poems into the wind
In a tone that brooks ecstasy,
Hoping that the happy wind will clear
My moth-eaten spirit.

The sweet smell of parijat and jasmine
Floats through the evening air.
The air is calm, the stars of Kathmandu
Are quiet in their places.

The tremor of October shakes and tears my heart.
I forget tomorrow, the old man.
I forget the life inside the high windows,
The fluttering curtains,
The wallsó
I forget them all, I forget them all.

Ah, this must be what I wanted to do,
Walking in the evening along dusty trails,
Crying with joy until dusk.


Bibek Adhikari




Poetry by Bibek
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Written on 2017-10-13 at 08:42

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Sameen
How did you become so good?
2017-10-28


Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Well done Bibek. This has everything. An enjoyment to read.
2017-10-14


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
This is a strong poem, written with a sure hand and sensual imagery (appealing to the senses).
2017-10-13


Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
Each stanza is a picture full of nostalgia and exotic scents. What a beautiful feeling I felt reading this. I enjoy your poems. They take me to those places that I have only dreamed about. Soft and nostalgic. Love it.
Ashe
2017-10-13


Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
This reader cherishes the fine, gentle, dreamlike music of the poem, and the many moments of vividness where that dream becomes perceptible and real. The poem has a certain grace to it, and even a certain reticence before the presence of mystery.
2017-10-13