Barricades Are Waiting…
by Ananya S. Guha / February 8th, 2026
I can’t find the place anymore
The place I call love
I can’t find the heaven anymore
The place I call love
Only barricades are waiting
Barricades are waiting, waiting
The place I call love
The place I call death
Their bodies are charred
The plane could not land
In the place that it loved
In the place I call death
Only a ball of fire landed
Right at my doorstep
We die by accident
We live by accident
And rest in the place
That we love-
By accident
Barricades are waiting, waiting
What does a plane accident matter
And that too in forsaken India
Where hovels are hidden by
Five star hotels?
We pay a smouldering price for poverty
In the place that we love
In the place that we die
Barricades are waiting, waiting
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, February 8th, 2026 at 8:00am and is filed under Poetry.
