Ananya Guha Poems

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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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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Roof tops are mad
rattling, whispering
groaning. They love noise
that is piquant.
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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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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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