My Home, After Me

Agneya, though not prolific, makes his presence strongly felt in the contemporary world of poetry. His poems speak more about his own life, and less about others. They do not exhort you to action, nor create a dream world. They take you to the place where they stand-that desire is inherent in his poetry.

The poet is lying with his head at the guillotine. Before he gets beheaded, cut into two, he uses poetry to narrate the state of affairs. The poems are autobiographical in nature. His inner conflicts fuel his creative process. Like a potter setting his pots in fire, like honey getting sweeter in bee-hives, like lava simmering within volcanoes, Agneya's poems accomplish maturity while encompassing sweetness, fire and thirst which complement one another.

1. Fear

2. Completeness

3. Tomorrow

4. Sleepless, Awake

5. War

6. They are Still Laughing

7. Where are My Poems

8. Dwarves Atop Pinnacles

9. Broken Life

10. Coward

11. Give me Space!

12. Fire

13. A Cry

14. My House

15. Halt ! Stay where you are!

16. Termite Time

17. My Home, After Me

18. Wall

19. When

20. Against the Sun

21. Meaningful

22. One Day

23. The Knife of “No”

24. Persona

25. The Worm of Desire

26. Safe

27. This is the Truth

28. An Old Man Staring at the Sunset, in the New Year

29. Just Waiting

30. For Her

31. I shall have the Final Laugh

32. My House, Its House

33. Separation