Bones of Empty Evenings | A Poem by Sudeep Adhikari

The light gently fades,
hitting me with extra-cold photons
of evening-shaped anxieties.
My heart sinks
at the ephemeral winks
of ruptures in time. I dread the pain
of our illusions, the way  our
little worlds go poof
like forgotten dreams of a dreary
under-world, coming
back once in a while  to
get you at some d�j� vu singularities.

Time is the evilest
serial killer. And life, the biggest guilt.


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.