Sudeep Adhikari- Two Poems

The City of Men

The ravens gang up

on the lone tree

in my neighborhood

house of sticks and ether

besides the towering

jungle of silicates;

gloss of stupor double-binds

 the schizophrenia

of Gods' city.

 A pocketful of plate-tectonics,

a few quantums of love and hate,

a sleep-walking inertia

living the dreams

of ancient mummies;

let the gods sleep

 in their UFO drones. 

There are no doors to heaven

there are no truths

 to seek

are you there, my friend?

are you awake?


First appeared in "Novelmasters"

Multiplicity Nothingness

 

Glitch and gravity, both
bend the space
time-warp my already
whacked-out reflexes
I make the Mobius strip

and a couple of more paradoxes

out of my psyche;

God must be a geometer
as Kepler has thought once.

a sonic excess of noise
or the rhizomatic fuzz
inside the root of a pepal tree;

life oozes out of
every impossibilities

in a path

nor straight, neither curvilinear
fractal, probably.

 

Have you ever tried

to make nothingness

deep-dream in Google?

to get countless virtual raves,

multiverses, cat-eyes

for the laser-light
and few psychedelic

shinto temples.

 

matter and mind

weave an irreducible

 psychoid whole
related and plural

 undivided, yet many

The Tao of psychophysics.

 

All my life, I haunted

for the single truth
and ended up finding

many whores,
some sleepless rivers that flow
straight from a beer-factory,

few deathless trees that refuse

not to dance for a second

and some coked-out gods

who like to party

wearing a blood-soaked skull
for a cap.

 

I am not a sell-out
but I find no difference either.

 First appeared in "Zombie Logic Review"