Knowing

by Ananya S. Guha / January 11th, 2026

I touched skies
Not knowing what lies
Beyond sky blues
God I will know you
When I glimpse you
What is beyond is exacting,
Peace.
And only, only blood sullies
Soil.
And now everywhere it is whispered
People are fighting, or there are wars.
God of my likening
Maim my soul with grinding blood.
Let me too go to war.
To know a little bit of the devil
Who rocks bleary skies.

Ananya S Guha lives in Shillong in North East India, where he was born and brought up. He has been writing and publishing his poetry for the last forty years. His poetry has been published in both electronic and print formats such as: Indian Literature, Other Voices, Osprey Journal, Glasgow Review, The Literary Nest, Up The Staircase, Asia Writes, Art Arena, Praxis Online, Muse India, Your One Phone Call, In Between Hangovers, The Peeking Cat Magazine, Post Colonial Text among others. He has also written widely on educational and social matters. He has ten collections of poetry and his poetry has been anthologized in various collections of Indian poetry in English. He holds a doctoral on the novels of William Golding. Read other articles by Ananya S..

This article was posted on Sunday, January 11th, 2026 at 8:00am and is filed under Poetry.