Poetry

April 2, 2018 Poetry , POETRY / FICTION

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By

Ananya S Guha

 

 

 

Hills Archaic

 

 

hills archaic

of antediluvian myth

smitten by love

also worldly hate

hills pock marked

hills of blue, green

reddish hue

I amble along your body

I know your lust

long forgotten stories

your road sides of tar

and all along those caves

excavating for wealth

the rocks that stand

erect, posthumous

I sing lullabies of content

malcontent, and in summer’s rain

I play the lover, with trepidation

as your swelling fruits disturb

hyacinth dreams

as your cloudbursts leave me

scurrying to a home, beyond homes

as your caterpillars frisk my coat

my tainted armor of well being.

 

 

 

 

 

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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