Company by Bharath Upendra

Maybe if I laughed at myself, I’d understand why they all do.  Maybe, if I hurt myself, I’d feel their pain and maybe, just maybe, if I trust myself, I’d know why no one does.  With every reflection, I lose trust in mirrors. With every confession, I exchange truths for lies. Some say I’m lucky,…

Slumbering Savannah by Joni Caggiano

The swamp claws its way through the mud. Water moccasin waking late in the winter’s artful sun. Hiding in the putrid belly of the forsaken shade of the brown-haired trees, he lay gazing. He sees in black and white. Stalking prey with a proud skinny neck and blockish head, he hunts. Choctaw child, feet raw…

Blurred Lines by Bharath Upendra

I saw lines on the wall. Some made faces, some passed over crevices and some, reminded me of languages lost with childhood. One room had trees, another had cars; the kitchen was neat, just like mum would want. There were invisible lines that I couldn’t cross, and places where I’d fall. Sometimes I’d wait for…

Flightless by Bharath Upendra

For years, I waited for the fated day – when I finally run away from this world, until I don’t exist for anyone, anytime, anymore. The farther I ran, the more I understood how fate works. Every day, I’d dream of freedom, of a life that doesn’t feel like life; one that makes us feel…

Buy Me by Bharath Upendra

Trust and belief are two ends of a straight line. You trust someone, you have faith in them; they break your trust, you lose faith. When you believe in someone though, no matter how many times they break your trust, you still have faith in them. In a way, faith is the currency of trust….

Self and Love by Bharath Upendra

The words we’ve said, the things we did The people we’ve met, the places where we hid We lose them all on our way towards the end  We’re busy telling ourselves it’s okay, every mile we cross is a new beginning. Neither sad nor happy, we pay no heed to the dead or the living….

Wounds by Sheereen Fatima

There are shadows haunting my dream. The blood drips laced in ice. The fire within, a trembling leaf, I coil in my shell away from the light in the tumultuous sea. It rains horror and acid burning my parched skin. There are unhealed wounds with little lives taking their origin. I am broken, wounded, barren,…

A Dream of Eternity by Bharath Upendra

What sits on my chest is death, slowly robbing me of my breath. I hear someone speaking to me, telling me a story of life that dragged itself here, begging for mercy, pleading to be put to sleep. The past that haunts this graveyard lingers, complains and accuses me of abandonment. Episodic stabs of memories…

Miles Apart by Bharath Upendra

My memories are miles apart. They’re like refugees scattered across deserted land, wanting a home, waiting to be found. I travel great distances, and take pride in how far I’ve come every time I remember something important. Everything is important. It’s a dangerous world they live in, ours is cakewalk. Oftentimes it feels like memories…

Little Things by Bharath Upendra

Nights those days were long, comparable to those of the skies I lost myself in. As my spirit ventured into the stars, drawing lines, connecting the dots, my biological mass that lay on the terrace tried to ascribe some eternal meaning to the existence of the futile objects that floated around.  The language universe speaks…

To Whom am I by Steve Gun

Writing for the sufferer Weights for the social loser Mountains to climb for the madman Music for the emotionally sensitive Netflix, wives, and husbands for the soul robbed workers Alcohol for the man that has nothing Nothing for the recluse who wants nothing Whatever consoles is based out of who you are To whom suffers…

A Silent Conversation by Maitreyee Telang

We sat across the table, tension gripping hard onto me every second that passed. The air was so brittle, it could snap. They looked at me straight into my eyes and asked, “HOW DID YOU SURVIVE?” —————- On a deeper level, there was another intense questioning going on. Our eyes became a communication system at…

See by Bharath Upendra

There’s a doodle of a tree on the wall parallel to my bed which is more of a phallus than a tree. Every night, I try convincing myself it’s not what I think it is. One that drew it says it’s definitely a tree, whoever lays their eyes on it says it’s an erect penis….

Almost Always by Bharath Upendra

I opened my eyes and looked to my right; I almost woke up. I make my way to the kitchen, looking for the toothbrush, I’m almost still asleep. I grope around trying to feel, trying to figure out what I was looking for, something I almost forgot. I look at the pack of biscuits in…

Maybe I’m Kidding, Maybe I’m Not by Bharath Upendra

One day the earth will start revolving around me or perhaps one night. What does it take? A shot of narcissism? Or a drag of weed? A man can hope, and also dream no matter how superficial or futile. Sky bows down to people, they say and some events are earth shattering (not an earthquake)….

Leaving Flesh to Create a New Breed by Steve Gun

To leave flesh behind.  To go against love and friends.  To dismiss economic security. Giving up any purpose to be in society. No clubs or restaurants. Leaving flesh to pursue a maddening hermetic existence.  A little space with four walls, books, paper, pencil, and music.  Pondering and pondering—causing hypertrophy of the brain.  Life intoxicating everything…