By Bibek Adhikari
Words dribble down from the corners of your mouth. From within the temple, gods tremble with your frosty voice — they now need a glass of moonshine. The night is paused on LED screens. The quietness of eating alone in this rented room is too loud to bear. Someone screeches— a staccato bark of madness. Is it your heartbeat? There is pain that seeks its way out through the crack in your heart. This too shall pass as time goes by. The overhead yellow light is on — you are by yourself at the dinner table. Pick up the pen, bleed poetry.
Bibek Adhikari is a poet and critic based in Kathmandu. A full-time technical writer for Deerwalk Inc., he divides his time between poetry and ‘unpoetic’ documentation. His poems and narratives have been published in some prints and online publications, including The Kathmandu Post, República Daily, and Annapurna Express. Currently, he’s working on his manuscript of poems.
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