Revised version.


Flying

From one bookstore to another I walk,
Browsing books, maneuvering time,
Listening to the words I am missing,
A hollow that is slowly growing.

Leaping from a window,
Greeting the afternoon sun,
I say, “Forget the Labyrinth. Forget Crete.”

I turn a poem over and over
In my mind.
I stop the flight.
The words seem distorted
By an artificial mist.

I see a shape or a fate—
Shape without form,
Fate without hope.

~~~

Bookshelves blast, burnt papers fly,
I search for a streak of yellow light,
Listen for a piercing shriek.

My body against the pure blue sky,
Stretching as far as horizon,
I am Icarus,
Executing my unwritten plot,
Bones broken, spirit crushed,
Lying under this heavy Kathmandu sky.

Once again,
I take off, fly too close to the sun.
Out of hubris I fail,
Fall upon dead autumn leaves—
Ashen branches sway to and fro,
Wind rude and cold.

I dream of a half-burnt book,
Crawl under its crumbling jacket,
Into a universe of fallen Icaruses
And many more breathtaking heroes.

The mist has cleared,
I lie face to face with blankness.
Shall I be raised from death?
The sun answers, “yes”—
The wind carries the voice
Of a drowning Icarus.


Bibek Adhikari




Poetry by Bibek
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Written on 2017-11-14 at 13:09

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Sameen
I fucking love it.

I think the first half is unnecessary tho. The second half can stand on its own alone.

It's beautiful man. If only you'd tighten up your words though. They are still a little loose.
2017-11-16


Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
Such a passionate poem. For me, this is where the realization happens: "I dream of a half-burnt book,
Crawl under its crumbling jacket,
Into a universe of fallen Icaruses
And many more breathtaking heroes."

An excellent write!
Ashe
2017-11-15


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
Your images are strong, this line is particular stands out for me: "Wind rude and cold". Your classical references work well.

All in all, a fine poem, Bibek, or should I call you Icarus? Take heed, don't fly too high : )
2017-11-15


Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
Excellent. The rhythm is firm, the images clear, the story compelling.
2017-11-14