Ananya Guha

They come with the spring
They come with summer
They come infested with flies and pock marks.
They are despised
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The goddess has left this wintry afternoon
in the midst of iota of tears and some hilarity
people exchange greetings as it threatens to rain
once again.Summertime will come, cherries will blossom
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Rains prattle unceasingly
I speak, listen
to sounds, words, silences.
Spaces are infinte
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Seasons change
outside thre is the odoriferous wind
outside me you are clamouring
calling past, rummaging dreams
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Marigolds in your hair
must I not write?
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Roof tops are mad
rattling, whispering
groaning. They love noise
that is piquant.
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summer kisses brushed by the wind
you and I in love's embrace
outside the wind moans
and hiatus- of living.
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Morning is a waking up in dreams
the night's taste still leaves
with an acrid flavour of forgetting.
The chaos is all around, the fervour
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They told me don't
don't what I asked
don't shame (us)
don' what
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In the curfew
mist lifts
roads are besotted by stray dogs
policemen
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the chair angular look
the table plain but useful
the room ghost's prey
the hall, foreboding sullen
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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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