Obliterated Country…
by Ananya S. Guha / October 4th, 2015
In the dark street lights are nuisance
darkness is territory don’t you see?
mad forlorn, it does not want
to be lit. It wants solitude of space
so that people exploit its masquerading
body.
In the dark there is no wonder
no, what lives yonder, but only present
prescient. In the dark monkeys and maggots
play tricks with fire.
No upheaval, the dark is quiet, untenanted
it has no masks, it is dark, dark.
Walk streets of darkness
and in the dark there is penumbra
of old questions, terrifying answers
of a history and shores which are opal.
In the dark,
nights are turqueoise
have pot holes, rat holes
a bomb explodes in the dark
exploring vast reaches of an obliterated country.
Ananya S Guha lives in Shillong in North East India, where he was born and brought up. He has been writing and publishing his poetry for the last forty years. His poetry has been published in both electronic and print formats such as: Indian Literature, Other Voices, Osprey Journal, Glasgow Review, The Literary Nest, Up The Staircase, Asia Writes, Art Arena, Praxis Online, Muse India, Your One Phone Call, In Between Hangovers, The Peeking Cat Magazine, Post Colonial Text among others. He has also written widely on educational and social matters. He has ten collections of poetry and his poetry has been anthologized in various collections of Indian poetry in English. He holds a doctoral on the novels of William Golding.
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This article was posted on Sunday, October 4th, 2015 at 8:00am and is filed under Poetry.
