recursive deaths, by Sudeep Adhikari

did you find the gold in sand
where the solar ores
mixes seamlessly
with the rivers
of your fragile bones?

as the bodybags
come home
through the doors,

in the shape of horizontal deaths,

the air is soiled by the salts
of screaming earths

it was already your ghost
that left; to keep dying in a cycle
of indefinite recursion.


[According to 2016 Aljazeera’s report: In total, more than 5,000 workers from Nepal have died working abroad (mostly Middle-East) since 2008 – more than the number of US troops killed in the Iraq War. The cause has been named as Sudden Unexplained Nocturnal Death Syndrome, a mysterious serial-killer which likes to haunt the poor in their sleep.]


Sudeep Adhikari is a structural engineer/Lecturer from Kathmandu, Nepal.  His recent publications were with Beatnik Cowboys, Chiron Review, The Ekphrastic Review, Midnight Lane Boutique, Occulum, Silver Birch Press and Eunoia Review. Also a Pushcart Prize nominee for the year 2018, Sudeep is currently working on his 4th poetry-book
“Hyper-Real Reboots”, which is scheduled for publication in September 2018 through Weasel Press, Texas, USA

Poetics of New Acoustics by Sudeep Adhikari

Dystopia used to be a myth. But now

I live like a Transformer, headbanging

on the sonic booms

lacerating skins of Gaza-strip,

Baghdad, Belgium and Lahore. People

have evolved. In place

of their head, now

they carry a Call-of-Duty type

mask of Kevlar black.


The territorials are coupled

with terror-machine, through oil-ducts

made of high-end alloys

heat-treated, non-corrodible

and desert-friendly. Middle-path,

middle-east, middle-finger

media-machine squeaks. Free-thoughts

are not free after all. New-age

Whitmans and Wordsworths,

they need to hear the ultra-sonic sirens

of titanium drones, and the rattles of MH370.

Rivers don’t flow

with the same tranquility anymore.


A new layer of sonosphere, now circumscribes us

and Beethovens are pretty out of context.

We need to find love in a different way,

and make some poetic-machines for the new sounds of our time.


[Originally Published at Tuck Magazine, April 2016]

I Need to Keep my Mojo Running by Sudeep Adhikari

A large-scale simulation for a world,

it has a life of its own. Creed and credentials,

that keep hitting you up, through the invisible megaphones.

Free-Will is not free after all. You have to

earn it . Realizing the emptiness,

yet functioning like an energy-efficient droid

that is how I weave the fabrics of sanity.

The schizophrenic double-binds are everywhere.


An industrial sense of compassion, amidst the sonic

excess of assault rifles. Making flowers

from the atomic mushrooms; downloading kingdom

of heaven from the mother cloud,

borrowing heat of coral-reefs to fight

the Ice-age of soul. I need to wake up, before

this hyper-world crashes under the sheer

weight of selfies, cat-pictures and snap-chat fellatios.


But at the meantime, I need to keep my

mojo running, and keep it “real” in the literal sense.

Because, I may not find myself here, but I can’t afford to get lost.


A Short Bio: 
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).