Militancy

by Ananya S. Guha / February 7th, 2016

a screeching halt
the bottle of malt
turning the other way
a mirror cracks implosive is the wrath
explosive is the moth
a horse drawn car in fatigue
those overground
never understand gun shots
in milling crowds.
they pull the whisky
deflate anything that is risky
and wear the afflatus
we cower, hide our faces
and drag our bodies into
hollow pits.

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. Read other articles by Ananya S..

This article was posted on Sunday, February 7th, 2016 at 8:02am and is filed under Poetry.