a sanctuary for your demons. A Poem by Sudeep Adhikari


the dreams were so near,
and so visceral
i woke up with the phantom taste
of stale doughnuts
still teasing my palates; i felt like
throwing up. i sensed a universe of aches
inside me, slowly converging
to a disastrous
crunch. i was losing myself,
for no apparent reason;
my shadows slowly refusing
to put up the usual shows. outside,
i saw the uncaring streets,
drowned in the miasma
of wintery molecules of doom;
the pizzeria on the other side
of bridge, that looked as widowed as
the strip-club waiting
on the sun to go down.
and a shady-looking drive-through
where a lebanese used to sell
a little time, and a whole lot of oblivions.
i passed out on 48-ounces of colt-45,
to wake up in the middle
of the night
to talk to the moon; i felt a little mad.
there is no cure for life. there is
no reason to look
for the reasons. face your demons,
the only saviors you have in disguise.

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, Eunoia Review, Utt Poetry and Spilling Cocoa over Martin Amis. 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, US
Robin Ouzman Hislop is Editor of Poetry Life and Times his publications include All the Babble of the Souk and Cartoon Molecules collected poems and Key of Mist the recently published Tesserae translations from Spanish poets Guadalupe Grande and Carmen Crespo visit Aquillrelle.com/Author Robin Ouzman Hislop about author. See Robin performing his work Performance (Leeds University)

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