Happening

by Ananya S. Guha / August 31st, 2025

If ever I want to be
Loved a little more
And love just that more
I know lies will encircle
The ambience of restriction
I know I will encounter post truths
Among the mass of whetted untruths
If ever I want to be loved more,
There will always be the canny
Knock at the heart-
A doubling of specious truths
So what shall we do now my mistress?
Twist arms, break bones,
In search of skeletons,mired
In bloody wars of extended reach?
Only, a little clot of blood is happening
In the mind…

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, August 31st, 2025 at 8:00am and is filed under Poetry.