Poetry

By

Ananya S Guha

Hope

this up valley

leaves in destitute

moons will walk

across swinging dreams

and summer will arrive in monotones

of flapping crows

have you wish fulfilled?

or is it hiatus of long living

hauls of travel?

have you smelt gall of blood?

or taste of liquid dreams?

I know this shadowing

of cross valleys, the odour

of death, to light bon-fire

tingling with infinite colours of hope.

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.