Ananya S. Guha- A Poem

I Withdraw

I withdraw into many closets

chambers, rooms, tunnels

into fantasy unleashed 

making foul weather out of 

rains, and the wind, temples 

of unlearning. I recede like 

flying colours into the wind

merging with skies. I shut myself into 

minaret houses, shapely domes, unearthly 

palaces. I withdraw into chambers of prison

where master minds connive, in revolution 

I forget trees, the birds, the whispering 

wind in solitude. I prepare for destiny as it overrides 

living. Books are hard to read, music becomes 

painful noise. . Only light swishes. The terrestrial. 

I become habit of reluctance. I become habit 

of undoing, doing nothing. I become wasteful extravagance.

It is then I shut the many towers, citadels, fortresses

armies barracked into one side of the world. The hope 

that never gets lost: giving, taking, sleeping, dreaming

euphoria.