Dusk —poetry by Ananya S. Guha

There is in dusk plenitude.

People, lovers and table talk.

The fish with beady eyes

slung on drooping shoulders.

Dusk is importunate.

Wants closure.

Dusk is scatter, roads lined

pedestrians in moody home-going.

I love dusk, when it is lonely.

Not peopled with thoughts.

Clamour of voices turns down

as dusk descends into a beast.

Colours change.

I love dusk.

I love the beast,

the chameleon of changing colours.

Roads suddenly become a rush,

as dusk intervenes into cloudy maze.

I wait for the next day.

And dusk.


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Ananya S Guha lives in Shillong in North East India. He holds a doctoral degree on the novels of William Golding and his poems have been published in India and abroad.