Thursday, March 31, 2016

Ananya S. Guha- A Poem


There are no impediments
to poetry only raucous running
of voices and crackling spell 
of dreams. Sleep is hangover
words orchestrate the fun 
into livid flesh of breathing
noiselessly, they fall into arms 
where it  takes umbrage
then  the speaking begins 
a child curdled in mother's lap.

Ananya S Guha
Shillong, INDIA.

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