The bend is, where my anxieties and demons
converge in a chiaroscuro of a dying day. A dark colloid
of ache and longing; it is always there, inside.
Steaming like sewers coming out of a nuclear reactor
with poison and perversions. Impermanence
is a truth. Sun sets in no time, before you can
thank him for all the nudes. Right across the bend, there is
a sea of nothingness, painted in monochrome of
your fears and guilts. Getting lost
in an unknown mindscape, in many cases is
also finding yourself. But we are too
scared to look down. We are too trained to
worship the usual gods of light, straight lines and tautologies.
Sudeep Adhikari is a structural engineer/Lecturer from Kathmandu, Nepal. His recent publications were with Red Fez , Kyoto , Your One Phone Call, Jawline Review, Anti-Heroin Chic, Yellow Mama, Fauna Quarterly, Beatnik Cowboys, After The Pause, Poetry Pacific, Silver Birch Press and Vox Poetica.