The Kite Flying

The Kite Flying

Kashmir the mountains  stagger under your  breath, heaviness  pounds, and the heart  barren, enemies infiltrate  scattering ashes. The number of deaths  lose count among  schools burnt — what will they learn? Mannequins in  closed rooms discuss  the future, a wild catcall in the dark. Come, be the beautiful valley  you are, interspersed with ravines and mountains scaling almighty …

Manipur Burns, Again

Manipur Burns, Again

    Manipur burns, again. If I take a walk  up the Kangla fort, what will I see? Will I still see women  selling vegetables in softly dressed attire? Will the market still make its humming bird sound? Or will I hear only  of buses burnt, the whiff of curfew, of human bondage? The skies once again…

Missing Student

Missing Student

Missing Student A student missing  in the university  doesn't matter; the classes will continue,  and the student  missing  will rue many  a time that  the classes  were not missing, the university  grounded in dust   in New Delhi. There is campus  rumpus, a student is missing,  students protest –  where is he?  And the Vice Chancellor …

What Time Will Tell

What Time Will Tell

Ananya S. Guha  ©  Mir Suhail Qadri / via hystericalfeminisms.com I have never felt so lacerated inside — torn, guilty, angry, and hurt all within. But I know life will, or must continue; writers will write poems or stories and rave and rant at governments and people. What does Kashmir mean to me? Just a…

As the Truth Unfolds

As the Truth Unfolds

Ananya S. Guha Pablo Picasso, ‘Barcelona Rooftops’ / Museu Picasso Everyone is talking about the results of the elections to four or five state assemblies. Some have gone into a rigorous analysis about the victory of the BJP and the AGP in Assam, the Congress loss and the decimation of the Left Front in West…

Poem for Manipur

Poem for Manipur

Ananya S. Guha dogged valley your ribs are a cage the sloping mountains riddle you with the heavy past their blues trace your body to the ancientness of myths and even as a new script is grafted onto your people you fast for justice and death those chains, those fetters binding you deep to the…