I shine like a radioactive isotope, on a day
when the water is as dark as the primordial soup, mixed with
few capsules of my forgotten nightmares.
Dreams are awfully lonely. Add more mute stones
and molten salts to make it your lonelier reality.
We wait for the lights, we wait for the consolations
we wait to get disillusioned by the
piss-warmth of our own comforting psychoses.
Let there be light. Let it be me.
Let me be the lonely one, but connected to infinite number of ports.
Sudeep Adhikari is a structural engineer/Lecturer from Kathmandu, Nepal. His poetry has found place in many online/print literary journals, the recent being Red Fez , Kyoto , Your One Phone Call, Jawline Review, Anti-Heroin Chic, Yellow Mama, Fauna Quarterly, Beatnik Cowboys, After The Pause and Poetry Pacific.