Ananya S Guya - Poems

Ananya S Guha lives in Shillong in North East India. He has has been writing and publishing poetry for the last thirty years. He has seven volumes of poetry to his credit and his poetry has been widely anthologized. He has been published in Gloom Cupboard, Art Arena, Other Voices Poetry, Glasgow Review, Osprey Journal, New Welsh Review, Dead Snakes, Dissident Voice, Poetry Life 7 Times, WritingRaw among many others on line journals and print magazines/ journals in India & abroad. He holds a doctoral degree on the novels of William Golding.

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                     Prayers
                
toxic colours
today the dead man 
looked heavy weight 
with the Bible by his bed
I thought  he  would speak to me
but then  started  nosing around  for more
more dying years, a reason to live
beyond redemption.Some of  the church 
people I knew were there.
Prayed. Praying and colours
walked swiftly across the room
tears  left his face the moment 
he was released. I  waked bereft of  tears
prayers followed.
 

​                       Bus Journey
 
mesmeric jolt
the bus huffed, panted
and then we got down to 
discover a village dotted 
with hills streaks of fading
blue and discoloured green
a small house somewhere
where inhabitants seemed
to be on strike, a petrol station
looked sorrowfully at us
the bus had suffered from a stiff 
puncture, and our bodies taut 
just wanted to know the name
of this village where at 6 pm 
all had gone to sleep 
in the midst of hills signing off
perhaps an uneventful day
except that massive tyre puncture
licking wounds.