February 15, 2016 Poetry , POETRY / FICTION


Ananya S Guha



Playing The Fiddle



a screeching turn around

horses neighing

halt, a cycling turn

the Syrian sword is metabolism

Greek and Roman myths

a stop over in war.

Hellenic wars

my take with myths are ancient

in lands where people paused for miracles

and oracles, smitten to dust

where people went nether, clashed, fought

willy nilly

Gods and Goddesses regally drew cart horses

where Charlemagne was my hero

palaces crumbled into ruins of gold.

All a blurred vision.

I stood there, in ancient tapestry

and exotically wove dreams

around which stood Rome, Babylon, Troy

proving all Cartesian theories woefully wrong.

Paris is, (was) burning.

Did Nero really play the fiddle?







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.


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