I went into hibernation today,
sort of, I mean the body and
mind recoiled into comatose
and then spiralling arches spoke
and the light grew thicker every inch.
I glimpsed an inner thicket
the music was sprung rhythm,
the songs humming with strings,
lugubriousness, and in that
what the ancient mountain tells
which spouts torrid waters, matching
with heavenly skies, yes only you
will wish that I was not born
into this cesspool of lies
as my face uncovers untruths, truths
of you, me and only you will decipher
how the snake hydra-headed has a honeyed
accent of love, betrayal, as only you
can hold that mirror close to your heart.
I wither with passing of day
mitigates disbelief, or is it
of dogs, adds to cacophony.
Too many things at a time.
This is change, progress.
moody, spellbound, otiose.
We wait for final metamorphosis.
You are afloat watching them.
They are mirrors,in which
Ananya S Guha lives in Shillong, a tiny town nestled in hills and pines, in North East India. He studied in St. Edmund’s college Shillong, and went on to obtain his Phd in English Literature, on the novels of William Golding. He has been writing poetry and publishing his poetry for over thirty-one years. He is a senior academic in one of the world’s largest open universities, the Indira Gandhi National; Open University, New Delhi.