Ananya Guha


Roof Tops - Poem by Ananya Guha

Roof tops are mad
rattling, whispering
groaning. They love noise
that is piquant.
They love silences of time.
Their lunacy is immeasurable
and then they chortle.
No, they are not humorous
their bland movements
are to be taken seriously.
And when rains pound heavily (on them)
they raise voices in chorus.
Sometimes birds, rabbits, dogs and monkeys climb
on to them in parasitical delight
when night's heaviness weighs on silences.

Roof tops then articulate movements
of steady sound. Rat- a- tat. Sounds
that impinge dreams, hallucinations.
Ghosts walk on them.

As a child roof tops hurtled into sleep.
Still harangue.

Topic(s) of this poem: house

Form: Free Verse


Comments about Roof Tops by Ananya Guha

  • Denis Mair (2/21/2016 6:50:00 AM)


    The lunacy of roofs lies in trying to act as a wall between us and the sky. How can the sky be screened off forever? It will eventually peep through somehow. (Report) Reply

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  • Gajanan Mishra (9/22/2015 10:43:00 AM)


    love noise; whispering, good one.. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, September 22, 2015



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