Table for Three by Cassa Bassa

I try to look through the foggy glass windowpane to a far away escape.My agony drowns in the absence of tears and apologies.Questions rushing through my fragile mind.The endless waiting, the future without our past, the changed heart without warning, the intrusion of our love, all these heartaches I can’t put into words. None of…

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…

It was July then by Bharath Upendra

The rain was as unpredictable as the food they made at the food outlet adjacent to the bus stop that no-one frequents and no bus stops at. The highway had trucks lined up during the night and was almost deserted in the afternoons when I rode 25 kilometres from home just for the heck 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…

Company by Bharath Upendra

Looking out the window, I hear the clouds saying goodbye. They sound like you or maybe you lent them your voice. But they keep following me, as if you sent them to keep me company. It’s a long ride home and you don’t want me to be alone. Leaning against my rucksack, I think of…

Those that Need Answers by Bharath Upendra

For a guy who wipes his fingers off of a door curtain, what life would be like five years later is like a child’s fantasy: Flying objects, crawling creatures and soul devouring demons. I don’t know why career never crosses my mind. I think about it but never enough. But people expect otherwise. Interviewers are…

A Shepherd’s Tale by Tony Ashenden

Consider, discuss, decide as you must. A boy      of nine I was, given to play? Yes-               but impatient to grow. A minder of sheep and goat, not quite a shepherd, you understand. Arab Jewish Samaritans, lowborn we were     under Roman rule in the land of Moses. Tent dwellers; nomadic in the Way of the Sea…

Reflections by Bharath Upendra

The sky reflects in the water at my feet. The tap keeps leaking, and we keep fixing it. The plumber is either bad at what he does or too clever. At this moment, there are two skies. One above my head, another under my feet. It’s nothing like looking into a mirror but I squat…

The Sinful Mirror by Sheereen Fatima

Mirror mirror on the wall, Can you see the darkness that we hide in us all? That darkness that molds itself within, Pecking the soul and taking it for a spin. The unworth glistening in your reflective surface, The bubbling insecurities vicious cries without any solace. Mirror mirror on the wall, Can you see the…

Being Something by Bharath Upendra

Do things have thoughts? What is a thing? Everything is a thing when you look at them that way. These things, that come and go, why do they come? Why do they go? They say we own things and when we use them, they own us. I don’t understand, we have become so expendable, things…

Lies by Bharath Upendra

You try and let go but I hold on to your hands, fingers intertwined, tighter. You pull with much greater force than my heart can shelter and I leave you, at once. It’s not physical, but an emotional force that pushes me away from you. I walk forward in that inertia, following the feelings as…

Pow-er by Bharath Upendra

The world is falling apart. People are moving away and there’s so much chaos inside. Coffee is tasteless this morning, breakfast, bland. Skin tastes saltier, face is drier than ever. How am I gonna live with myself? It’s too cold outside. The place where I stand, everything revolves around this. Sometimes, my head spins along….

Insignificant by Bharath Upendra

You are like a drop of water.  You either evaporate, get wiped off, be a part of many other drops – plain insignificant and if you’re lucky enough, get away unnoticed until you dry up. There isn’t any significant change unless you’re part of something bigger than yourself.  For better or worse, you exist. There…

Earth Our Home by Jeff Flesch

I sit atop the stairs, reminiscing on times fair, and difficult beyond repair. As the pain continues to arise, and the memories flood my mind, my heart continues to wage a war with love at the center of despair. I pick myself up, dust off the self, and realize what love is all about —…