Through my bed room window.. I’m aimlessly looking at the sky… Thinking of my life so far.. I’ve only knew things.. I didn’t want to know.. I lost my voice and only their words.. I’m now speaking.. There’s a voice in my heart… Telling me ..Don’t follow the orders of society… And be free like…
I’ve never felt this way before, You’ve brought out of me A hopeful, joyful being, Someone so different from Who I was before, A new person Unafraid of life and bounding Forward with courage and hope, Floating on air. I feel safe in your arms, You’e the one for me, My one and only, My…
from “Happy New Year” Freud ate kosher, yes and loved the soaring Shema of Jewish unseen god you and I two Jews with two heads for “them” to lop I hate being sliced Decapitation conturbat [?] me I’d rather be shot in face, friend Pearl’s father goes round with Islamic scholars to make peace! that’s…
Picking up tears from cobbled streets and hutments, the road winds to a “slum” crows pecking at garbage is there blood anywhere? children gather leftovers food, bottles, beer cans children of the street school is no happening and we teachers, we learn. The post Learning | Ananya S. Guha appeared first on Best Poetry Online….
Last week, my sister Amy and I visited the Grounds for Sculpture in Hamilton, NJ. It is a magical place, founded by Seward Johnson on 42 landscaped acres dotted with sculptures that give new meaning to the phrase “Larger than Life.” As we strolled the grounds, we came upon the sculpture pictured below. Grace Paley’s “Midrash…
In hutments we see in equal measure humanity betrothed to pangs of hunger. The wind blows the roof whistling an augury hard to comprehend. Little children in shades of blue, weep forgetting the toys they left in heaps of garbage. The post Humanity | Ananya S. Guha appeared first on Best Poetry Online. Go to…
In hutments we see in equal measure humanity betrothed to pangs of hunger. The wind blows the roof whistling an augury hard to comprehend. Little children in shades of blue, weep forgetting the toys they left in heaps of garbage. The post Humanity | Ananya S. Guha appeared first on Best Poetry Online. Go to…
Wind brushes by trees which are a stop over to skies pointing upwards and hills in chorus claiming mortality. No change, these hills suffuse time and space leaving a huge blank of hope. They spill over into dreams but when morning arrives they change colours in shades of blue and green. They a crescent, they…
If you went “beyond the pleasure principle,” where would you be going, and with whom? (a) the Italian Renaissance with Vasari (b) the Spanish Inquisition with Loyola (c) the French Revolution with Saint-Just (d) the Trojan War with Agamemnon (e) the American century with Henry Ford Extra credit: Although this question has no correct answer,…
I had a vision of the future as I looked into my black mirror, I saw a world consumed with a metaphorical darkness of negativity, I saw an unlikely army emerge, An army, legions upon legions of spell-casters & poets from around the globe emerge from their slumber, In Mother Earth’s darkest decade of pain…
