Somehow the road wavers
a mist hovers downtown
everything is reclusive
and the sun callow-faced
I walk down the steps
a little uncertain that the day’s
hues will linger
like the man selling his wares
his gaunt face the shape of a sky
or those blue moons
above
below.
Unbecoming is time
as the winter settles down
into warmer evenings
blue moons laugh.
Silently a whisper emerges
out of emerald skies
birds in search of blue moons
tears are inane, not far away.
Ananya Guha lives in Shilong in Northeast India. He has just retired from service and for almost 38 years he has been a teacher and academic administrator. He has been publishing his poetry world-wide for almost 35 years. He holds a doctoral degree on the novels of William Golding.
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