From August 2016. Re-posting after tweaking it a bit.
The Trick is to Keep Looking
In this cool café, amid the mist of coffee steam,
Visible are just your eyes—floating around the mosaic walls.
Lost in the colored stones, you lose your pain–one by one—
As you count the twisting curves, never reaching an end.
Last April, you found a hole, yawning in the abyss of your heart;
You tried to fill it with rain and soggy autumn leaves—
The remnants of your lost longings now drip in this cool café
As you keep staring for hours at the decorated walls.
Poetry by Bibek
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Written on 2018-09-06 at 18:32
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