Ananya S Guha

This Way A Burning

This way a burning
a turning of fingers
a winter’s bite
this way a turning, burning
a tuning of the warmth
a dash of rain
and even summers will not melt
in the winter’s frost
a hum, a drumbeat
this way taking a turn
towards burnt shadows
a whisper of the wind
memoirs cast doubt
they are but a repository
of all that is given.


Ananya S Guha lives in Shillong in North East India. He has been writing and publishing his poems for over thirty one years.