Voice
I went into hibernation today,
sort of, I mean the body and
mind recoiled into a comatose
and then spiraling arches spoke
and the light grew thicker every inch.
I glimpsed an inner thicket
of forests and trees,
the music was sprung rhythm,
the songs humming with strings,
lucid notes;
that blew up the light
with darkness spreading
lugubrity, and in that
was a voice.
ANANYA S. GUHA lives in Shillong in North East India and works in the Indira Gandhi National Open University. He has four collections of poetry to his credit. In addition, his poems have appeared in four anthologies of poetry, and several print/online magazines such as Indian Literature, Kavya Bharati, Chandrabhaga, The Telegraph, Femina, New Quest, Journal Of Indian Writing In English, The Statesman, Poesis, Poetry Chronicle, New Welsh Review, Glasgow Review, Osprey Journal, Gloom Cupboard, Muse India, etc. He also writes for newspapers and magazines on education and subjects of general interest.
I went into hibernation today,
sort of, I mean the body and
mind recoiled into a comatose
and then spiraling arches spoke
and the light grew thicker every inch.
I glimpsed an inner thicket
of forests and trees,
the music was sprung rhythm,
the songs humming with strings,
lucid notes;
that blew up the light
with darkness spreading
lugubrity, and in that
was a voice.
ANANYA S. GUHA lives in Shillong in North East India and works in the Indira Gandhi National Open University. He has four collections of poetry to his credit. In addition, his poems have appeared in four anthologies of poetry, and several print/online magazines such as Indian Literature, Kavya Bharati, Chandrabhaga, The Telegraph, Femina, New Quest, Journal Of Indian Writing In English, The Statesman, Poesis, Poetry Chronicle, New Welsh Review, Glasgow Review, Osprey Journal, Gloom Cupboard, Muse India, etc. He also writes for newspapers and magazines on education and subjects of general interest.
