Saturday, April 2, 2016

Ananya S. Guha- A Poem

in mornings there is
break of silences 
even as  the milk man 
hurricane like is at the 
door with his water spilled 
milk, and I can hear the 
neighbour saying: all is water
no, it is not, if all were water
there would be no milk.
the milk man arguing, the 
neighbour slamming the door.
morning has arrived, doors clang
as if summarizing what is to come
for the rest of the day sitting in haunches
waiting to perfected in the art of raucousness. 
I stealthily step out in a wandering mode, work will 
come I know, colleagues will sip tea, till the unwilling 
pen or the computer takes over. Time is  still a ticking noise
and when gates of work shut there is this desire 
to rework morning, in its penumbra of noisy silence.

Ananya S Guha
Shillong, INDIA.

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