I read an article
author says the
machinating western world
in connivance with the corporate
is also terrorising, brigands and all
are terrorising people, raising armies
ISIS is different only because
it is media pro
in India we are talking of Malls
no one is terrorised
as walking into Kentucky’s
with sobriety is social wealth
flaunting it a bit won’t harm
only some beggar children to witness
yup, yup, yup.
All began with the Church he
I look once again at India
and try to demolish
the cow and other allied
Mists of time
Taking time off
in corners of soft
roads, paths transgressed
by love and, love making,
the rains take a call
and harness the wind
to fresh deeds of openness;
I take a few breaths and rummage
through some pages of past.
Calling, Poetry makes appearance
only when you want it. This town is ensconced
in poems of rushing streams and monoliths
that stand erect in man’s memories.
What do they mean?
A civilisation once, twice, upon a time
when minstrels sang euphoric songs
now cast into weaving poetry, hills
and mists of time?
Ananya Sankar Guha is a Bengali who lives and works in Shillong. He is an academic administrator at the Indira Gandhi National Open University. He has been been writing and publishing poetry for over thirty years. He says that he writes poetry instinctively.