Ananya Guha


Seasons Change... - Poem by Ananya Guha

Seasons change
outside thre is the odoriferous wind
outside me you are clamouring
calling past, rummaging dreams
outside you will be treading dreams
asking for benisons, from rain swept hills
punctuated by silence
and me you interlocutors
in the theatre of change.

People do or do not change.
They want respite in cataclysm of desire.
They want to love and then change
swirling in myths of a crashing world.
They are dilettantes. They know some love.
Some hate, streaming down rivers of bloodthirsty change.

Topic(s) of this poem: changes, love and life

Form: Blues Poem


Comments about Seasons Change... by Ananya Guha

  • Khairul Ahsan (3/14/2016 12:44:00 PM)


    'They are dilettantes. They know some love.
    Some hate, streaming down rivers of bloodthirsty change.' - wonderful!
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  • Denis Mair (2/21/2016 6:56:00 AM)


    Nature's seasons are cataclysmic and she may shift away from a previous baseline. Dilettantes distract themselves with minor cycles. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, September 20, 2015



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