February 23, 2016 Poetry , POETRY / FICTION


Ananya S Guha







Mother, pool of life

awaken in ripples

arcane past

hollow beds of rice

abyss- ages

you left, standing on a precipice

gods and goddesses standing

in those crevices

of a room;

waft of incense, flowers scattered

I prayed and ate left over offerings



I sang your chants

you listened to my rants,

of a godless universe.


Believe me, I pray

even today.

Pray to get you back

and see your thin shadow

in God’s presence.

Your absence.


My presence.








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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