Ananya S. Guha- A Poem

 All The Dead Arise In My Dreams

All the dead arise in my dreams

stuffed  with uncles, aunts, mother

and father. All the dead speak in my dreams.

The dead Siamese cat who curled once and for

all to die by the sofa in the dining room.

All the dead arise in my dreams.

Grandmother and her house with bamboo sticks

jettisoning an ancient house, brick and mortar

crumbling roof top, with a pond nearby

where ghosts lurked in corners, took a dip

into muddy, soiled water.

All the dead, cousins, a friend whose thirst

could never be assuaged. Died drinking in 

the hospital.

All the dead arise in my dreams and grandmother

narrates those dead stories, about her twins choleric

flying against torrents of  the wind.  

All the dead arise in my dreams

and I am alive once again.

Ananya S Guha

Shillong, INDIA