Poems and Poetry

Moods | A Poem by Ananya S. Guha

I read poetry
when the dust
on feet has to be
shaken and parish
dreams rest in fettered
ways
when many swirling
thoughts collide with
a bed bug somewhere
or insomniac nights
dip into rhythms
where only words
as hunger would
weep to be loved
not writing but
reading on hidden
motion of streams
crystal clear transparent
in moods.



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