by Ananya S Guha
it is different
as the asphalt on the road
melts into tears in my eyes
It is different as your bird's nest eyes
ask the question that cannot be answered,
as I am waylaid by feelings
trapped into death wish
which only the sullen crow knows
It is different this evening
as a poem that hurts fades
into oblivion of giving and taking.
© 2010 Ananya S Guha
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Ananya S Guha lives in Shillong India. He has four books of poetry published and his poems have appeared in a number of both print and online journals in India and abroad. His poems are reflective, triggered by moods and intensity of feelings. He attempts in his poetry to soul search and plumb depths of emotions.