Poetry

By

Ananya S Guha

Man Dies

the chair, angular look

the table, plain but useful

the room, ghost’s prey

the hall, foreboding sullen

each is a man, animal

in midst of this there is refinement

table talk and coffee babble

till the chair falls

the table erodes

the hall crumbles

and

man dies

are they used for funerals?

no coffins are

are they used as man’s memoirs, bibliography

yes

man dies

they are man’s definitive symbols

man’s wealth, and his tiny breathing space

the chair is comfortable

the table elegant

the hall silent, sad

man dies.

Summer in Fetters

The day was unusually warm

summer in fetters

september clad

the day betrayed illusions

of cold and the sun’s glare

a bit too admonitory

the day shed off steam of summer

and embraced a nightly rendezvouz

shops refused to close and traffic displayed

usual misdemeanour

By a lonely road walked a man

looked ghostly, waiting for a taxi

he reflected winter in perfect clothing

but the day did not understand that winter

presages warm clothes, with age it is a foregone maze

muffler, hat and woollens

and, swiping dust.

Ananya S Guha

Ananya S Guha was born and brought up in Shillong, North East India. He has seven collections of poetry and his poems have been published worldwide. They have also been featured in several anthologies. He is also a columnist, critic and editor. He now is a Regional Director at the Indira Gandhi National Open University and holds a doctoral degree on the novels of William Golding.