Ananya Guha Poems

In mornings there is explosion
a certain humming, a certain resistance
to the sun or the thunder
cars frantic have rollicking fun
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Mirages are true
they are not mirages
we simply weave tales
we simply disconnect
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The day was unusually warm
summer in fetters
september clad
the day betrayed illusions
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Mist in eyes
you walk back thousand
times to memories
wrapped in dreams not coloured
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In the dark street lights are nuisance
darkness is territory, don't you see?
a mad forlorn territory, it does not want
to be lit. It wants solitude of space
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What is a poem, innuendo, dark spots in timelessness
what is a poem, rash, defiant, blood
what is a poem
colours, shades and those longings
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I wind ways that lead to paths
I have traversed
I love it, walking I mean
talking of ways which are supple,
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Flowers withering
flowers deflowered, root out living
flowers come and go in changing seasons
flowers are reminder, a wish that this season
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Equipped with a tablet everyday
I fight a rising blood pressure
the pharmacist asks for prescription
what prescription I say don't you see
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dust does not settle
it unsettles rovingly
it has movements
it wanders aimlessly
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