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Rahul Jayaram


Rahul Jayaram






CORRIDOR
 
Half-expressed, half-acknowledged
We flee from our eyes
Like flies flitting
From flesh to flesh
Cut open from our hearts:
What’s between us
But a carcass
With a ticking bomb
Lying on the corridor
Of our hearts.
 
 
FOWL PLAY
 
When I wasn’t looking,
I was slaughtered by
A butcher
With a serrated knife
And landed up in your stomach
Basted, twisted, bone-sucked,
My marrow now forming the contours of your constitution,
Congratulations.
 
 
BLOWBACK
 
I see your body
As a torch
With two flames in it
That you throw every night
Into the fuel
Of my flesh.
At dusk
I rise,
A burning candle
With two lit wicks
Dripping wax
Fronting the hearse.
Wherever I am,
I am
Shedding sight.
 
 
SELFIE
 
I storm home
To evade mirrors,
Slip behind curtains,
Invade the attic,
Hide in the cupboard,
Regain ingress
Into a cosmos of locks,
Where I hold the edge of a cushion
On a Friday night to recall
The shape of your bosom
In the front-facing camera of
My mobile phone.
 
 
LUXURY
 
At a piazza
In a HauzKhazCafé,
We part coffee
While you mull parting ways.
It's just that
The boy
With the shoeshine
And rack
Hasn't had his first tea for the day
And is swarthy like a painter
At work with his polish
And is doing rounds
Like a dog
Looking for leftovers
And receives
No water or service
That the canines
Lap up from
A recently? refilled
Bowl a little ahead of us.
The boy is mulling too.
Unlike you or me.
It is about the bowl,
That he wants to smash
On my head
Which I wish was yours.

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Articles/Discussions


Editorial
Charanjeet Kaur

Conversations
Lucha Corpi: In Conversation with Ketaki Datta
Mamang Dai: In Conversation with D Ramakrishna

Literary Essay
Sharad Chandra: ‘Theatre of the Absurd’

Literary Articles
Devika Karnad: ‘Lakshmi Kannan’s Going Home
Kaushik Acharya & Kiriti Sengupta: ‘Commentaries on The Gita
Shailja Chandra: ‘The Mona Lisa Phenomenon in Gulzar’s Writings’
Subhra Roy: ‘Re-reading Easterine Kire’s Bitter Wormwood
Tuhin Mukhopadhyay: ‘Anita Desai’s Voices in the City
Yogesh Kumar Negi: ‘Himachali Folk Music’

Book Reviews
Chandan Das – ‘A Certain Way
Manjinder Kaur Wratch – ‘Murder In Mahim
Nirojita Guha – ‘The Ocean of Churn
Rittvika Singh – ‘Baaz
Subashish Bhattacharjee – ‘And Gazelles Leaping’ & ‘Cradle of the Clouds
Tuhin Sanyal – ‘Dreams of the Sacred and Ephemeral
Wani Nazir – ‘Where are the Lilacs?’

Poetry
Ambika Ananth: Editorial Comment
Ambika Ananth
Amrita Bhattacharyya
Anil Bairwal
Nilamadhab Kar
Parag Mallik
Rahul Jayaram
Shelton Pinheiro
Sunil Sharma
Swati Srivastava

Fiction
Smitha Sehgal – ‘Editorial Musings’
Chandra Mohan Bhandari – ‘Himalayan Splendour’
Debasis Tripathy – ‘Convenient Friendship’
K Srinivasan Subramanian – ‘Tulasi has flowered’
Mohammad Shamsur Rabb Khan – ‘Old Man’s Fare’
Palak Sharma – ‘The Strange Journey’
Pragya Bhagat – ‘Portrait of an Old Man’
Shweta Tiwari – ‘His Love’
Sunaina Jain – ‘Lost and found’

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