Nudes of Grief
The grave of liquid mirror
lets unending sleep of your heartbeats,
to float like a weightless moss
all the way to the door
of a lonely other-world. There is something
very aqueous about grief and despair.
It can make the air go viscous,
And the earth, as red as the skin
of empty evenings, that comes to haunt you
like a lonely void. Each moment,
we quietly fall apart, but we
stand up, and keep making shape
of ourselves,
before getting washed down again
to another island of wounds.
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.
