I’m Not Drunk by Bharath Upendra

I flushed my emotions down the drain, banging the door shut behind me. No matter how bright the day gets, I only sense darkness around. Morning is just another night with extra, sometimes unneeded light. Looking at the stains on the wall, I try to count my blessings. Not in vain, though. The gift of…

Complacency by Bharath Upendra

I lay there staring at the dim light bulb going on and off, as aimlessly as the insects flying around it. The state of motion makes no difference now when neither has anything to do. The woolen t-shirt stuck to my back; I know it’s foolish if you look at the weather outside but I…

Doesn’t Hurt to Talk by Mayank Chaturvedi

Today is a warm Sunday in Munich, and you are having lunch with Adolf Hitler (he’s back for a day). Your witty friend challenged you to talk about how much humanity has hated Hitler after his death. Will you be able to have this conversation at lunch? Some conversations are tough. Unlike the above one,…

Running Out of Cotton Wool by Don Matthews

You know I grew up on a farm Could always have drowned in the lake Died from the fall of a big tree Or simply from treading on snake And then there’s the horse-drinking trough Was always near top (pretty full) Could easily have fallen from a galloping horse Or gored by our favourite pet…

Publish-Time by Don Matthews

Publishers today don’t seem to Like the written rhyme They say it’s out of fashion to go Rhyming all the time I think of William Shakespeare, Yeats Their work was full of rhyme And if they were alive today They would lack publish-time Today there’s little teaching how To grow the art of rhyme Into…

Space Reversal by Don Matthews

Expansion – do you like it ?I must admit I don’tMore people, cars, pollutionGive me more space ? – you won’t In fact your space reversingA feeling I can’t bearIt makes me claustrophobicDon’t think you really care Perhaps I’m just old-fashionedAnd long for yesterdayWhen people, cars, pollutionDid not get in my way Forgetting me, I…

Half a dozen of the other, or: Jew by David Bogomolny

Tassels swinging as they walk to the Wall on Saturdays;       perhaps not. It depends,       you know. Some wear frock       coats so you wouldn’t       know it;       plus- tassels probably don’t swing much under heavy polyester. I went abroad to teach a group of secular Jews       from Russia       in Georgia….