Playing The Fiddle

by Ananya S. Guha / February 14th, 2016

a screeching turn around
horses neighing
halt, a cycling turn
the Syrian sword is metabolism
Greek and Roman myths
a stop over in war.
Hellenic wars
my take with myths are ancient
in lands where people paused for miracles
and oracles, smitten to dust
where people went nether, clashed, fought
willy nilly
Gods and Goddesses regally drew chariot horses
where Charlemagne was my hero
palaces crumbled into ruins of gold.
All a blurred vision.
I stood there, in ancient tapestry
and exotically wove dreams
around which stood Rome, Babylon, Troy
proving all Cartesian theories woefully wrong.
Paris is, ( was) burning.
Did Nero really play the fiddle?

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 14th, 2016 at 8:02am and is filed under Poetry.