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).