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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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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riverines are deep
and waterfalls echo
sounds. as the mist unfurls
flowers droop, lightning strikes.
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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 those eyes
a bird's nest
in those eyes shadows
in those eyes, incantation
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You make laws unto history
change it and throw mud on its
beleagured face.
It is a monolith of perverseness
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The day's extraordinariness is colour
shades of blue, and springs
well under a volcano of fire.
Earthquakes are passe
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This form is formless
out of divinity my mind
is a song
the Bhakti poets were formless
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There is a whisper
not outside
but in my stilled heart
a whisper of the obvious
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against mad rush time is a safety button
you run against it, in strands
sands, clay feet
and then cutting across worlds of indfference
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Evidence has that history scours past
but does not comment
history is archival
but does not comment
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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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