My Ache is Winter
The words suffer a dearth, and the world a death
when it snows inside. The white woes cover,
pervade my little world, the bricks and bones
of desires. Dungeons of despair,
underneath / within.
A shimmering lake, shivers and silvers
ripples of mercurial tears. Please!
reflect me gently
your ripples hurt me, deep down
where my thoughts live an unholy life
of a junkie, who fell in love
with a mermaid. Maze of vines
one day he exiled to.
Fireflies of grief, as they swarm my space
when meanings are awfully hard to find
I am left untouched and stoned
and you can drink a liter of me..In and out
when the wind will sing aloud
your gospels, for me.
Sudeep Adhikari, from Kathmandu Nepal, is professionally a PhD in Structural-Engineering. His poetry has found place in many online/print literary journals/magazines, the recent being Red Fez (USA), Kyoto (Japan), Devolution Z (Canada), Pinyon Review (USA) and Your One Phone Call (Wales).