Ananya S. Guha- A Poem

Birthdays

Yesterday was my birthday

it has vanished like ether

or the main road beggar

I was begging, for wishes

and all those glitches

that go with birthdays

friends forgetting

not calling, not messaging

but how could the day go?

why can't there be one more? 

Like Lucifer in hell

or a kind of dalliance with 

knife at flesh. Birthdays are 

so ominous. Make you feel younger,

deadlier betrothed to a supple vine yard 

where you are collecting grapes in basket.

Memories a casket. 

And when, it goes;

you pigeon holed dungeon

you talk of age, death.