Featuring the Poetry of Sudeep Adhikari

Shapes of Fire

Everything is a lie

a lowly spoof,

a grotesque caricature

of a paradise lost;

Except the fact

we all are each other

reciprocal dreams.

Matter is no more

than the spirit on meth

and the whole conscious world

we have crafted

out of our head

Is just a madman’s dream.

We all are shapes of fire;

A singular super-soul

celebrating psychic entanglements

in God’s vineyard.

The Fractal Maze

The splattered fuzz converges

 like a chiaroscuro, to tell the stories

of becoming and noise.

I am lost in a fractal maze,

but I don’t regret.

We think we are too small

 to be the infinity, too frail to dwell

in the folds of a dreamscape.

we think we are the limited hues

of color, caught within the

perimeter of a white canvass.

I keep zooming into myself

and all I can find is me.

I am everywhere. I am the only one

I am the God, whom no religion teaches. 

Give Me Some Noise

The roads are leeching alien blood, not red enough

to be mine. Concrete cadavers,

they don't speak with me, but scream at my face

on a rainy September day.

My city is just one

 gigantic fucking anxiety; Goddammit !

A beautiful pain, almost a poem.

Peel the orange raincoats. Watch the sewers throwing

 up on holy waters, fumes of lust and dust.

At the moment, all I need is a self-effacing kiss,

 like the way breezes make love with

the clouds. A kill that builds rainfall, roses and frogs.

Cables are dancing, and I am sliding down

 the slope of colored birds. Please give me some

noise for the peace of my No-Mind. 

Short Bio: Sudeep Adhikari is a Structural Engineer from Kathmandu, Nepal. His poetry has found place in many online/print literary journals/magazines, the recent being Red Fez, Kyoto, Uneven Floor, Dark Matter Journal, Open Mouse, Outsider Poetry, Devolution Z, Your One Phone Call, The Beatnik Cowboy and Pinyon Review.