October 31, 2016

One poem by Sudeep Adhikari

Mountains are Memories

Borrowing few pints of green loneliness
from the mountains of Baitadi
The road winds-unwinds, like a drunk.   
It keeps folding unto itself, underneath
the shades of UFOs
made of silver and skeletal clouds.

A blanket of sad vapors
slowly ascends
from the sleepless Mahakali,
just before the ghosts of evening find me.  

An unknown longing, an ache you
can’t name. The road and the traveler,
we both are haunted. We both are shapes of
question-marks, anxieties and bends. 

My boss asks the driver:
"How far is Darchula now?” I don't  
even want to know, I don't want to
make a sound. The silence is too
God, too frail to touch.  

[Baitadi, Darchula: The far-western Nepal;
Mahakali: One of the largest rivers of Nepal]

SUDEEP ADHIKARI, from Kathmandu Nepal, is professionally a PhD in Structural-Engineering. He lives in Kathmandu with his wife and family and works as an Engineering-Consultant.  His poetry has found place in many online literary journals/ magazines, the recent being Kyoto (Japan), Scarlet Leaf Review (Canada), Red Fez (USA), Zombie Logic Review (USA), Uneven Floor (Australia), Dark Matter Journal (USA) and Open Mouse (Scotland).

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