Window Is a Lens

Marigolds line up
as the Cocaine cut of Sigmund Freud
on my Neighbor’s parapet.

A staircase on the side
to get to the moon for an ass,
that curves in the cycloid
of golden ratio and Fibonacci numbers.

Sky paints itself in thick layers,
of doomsday silver and
gliding anxieties. I don’t ‘want to
fill in the blanks.

An ache. An alienation
a moment that
is going to die soon on its own elements.

The Fractal Void

There is a hot news on mother internet that
we may all be living in a giant
cosmic void. Just the
different orders of loneliness
arranged in a fractal-like mosaic
of cosmic and atomic.

Glued to a gravitating lonely green,
A lonely bubble tries to
be a deathless soul, drawing
conic sections on the heart of a lonely void.

We all are awfully lonely zeros
but at least we can write poems about it,
eat ice-cream, get wasted
once in a while, and act like we are the real deal.

Sudeep Adhikari is a structural engineer/Lecturer  from Kathmandu, Nepal. His recent publications were with Jawline Review, Anti-Heroin Chic, Yellow Mama, Fauna Quarterly, Beatnik Cowboys, After The Pause, Poetry Pacific, Silver Birch Press, Underground Books and Outlaw Poetry.