Sudeep Adhikari

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. His poetry volume, The Art of Changing Nothing to Punk Gigs was released by Alien Buddha Press in July, 2017. He is currently working on his manuscript titled “zen of tripping zeroes”, scheduled to be published early 2018.

death-metal aesthetics

A vehicle made of skin and sweat,

where you can smell heartbreaks,

dreams and perversions like a bad-breathe.

I overheard two pale kids, probably

too much of weed, cheap alcohol and pills

talking how lead vocalist of death

metal bands are

god gifted to have such badass screams.


I was minding my own business, but

could not stop thinking that

all they sing about, is the macabre of death

and it is not a bit frightening compared to

horror of a worn-out girl,

just standing by their side, carrying

her malnutrioned kid on her emaciated hip,

while her husband is probably waiting

on a death-penalty in some far-off castles of

gold and sand. I made a wild guess, seeing

the convexes of her contagious

sadness transfixed at remotest nothings.


Besides, the sweet oxymoron

of death-metal; that keeps screaming

the glory of satan, has to gifted by god

for a vocal that sounds as if

someone is throwing up on a tarpaulin sheet.


I forgot to buy some grocery

on the way home. Aesthetics of death-metal

is too much to keep a pace.