i hear, therefore i am
The blinds on the window
striate the sky into little universes
of silver air.
Precocious rays of light,
make damp walls of half-burnt bricks
come alive, like the words
of an eccentric zen master.
I can almost read the
songs, on its gray of unrealized
mini-deaths; written by excess of life,
pocketed within the
weightless souls from ether-world.
Everything resonates in sound,
everything speaks, if we are ready to hear
despite the closure in
our own personal undergrounds.
inventing meanings at middle of nowhere
It is never easy to write, and
it is more difficult not to do so
when a green hollowness basking
at middle of nowhere,
unconsciously unearths your
episodes of darks. What is this strange
sense of lack, latching onto
you forever like an alien worm?
What are you trying to find
between those castles of airy mushroom
and algorithms of anxiety
that keep looping on,
through your synaptic circuits?
The mind bends a little and says,
"what can't be found, must be
passed over to
recurring spells of forgetfulness."
But the "self" bucks, and tries to find
tao in despair;
caught between the binary of
being and nothingness, of one and zero.
Sudeep Adhikari is a structural engineer and lecturer from Kathmandu, Nepal. He has been recently published in Beatnik Cowboys, Zombie Logic Review, The Bees Are Dead, Silver Birch Press and Eunoia Review. His poetry volume, “The Art of Changing Nothing to Punk Gigs”, was released by Alien Buddha Press in July 2017.