Monday, October 30, 2017

Outsider

Once you become
an outsider
you remain one

there is a certain degree of
being an outsider by choice involved here
(or not)

going back is always an option
to the circles and
the cracking hinges of
culture
alleys of long held notions
held tight


pieces of your own
in the faded
scarlet yonder


often though
you choose not to;
a certain vehemence
keeps telling you
you were born
an outsider

and then it matters even less


--

Anant Dhavale

Monday, July 24, 2017

Insomnia



When you don’t sleep much
And work till long wee hours
They may say you have got Insomnia

Timid thing it is
This insomnia
As it makes you the lone wolf
devoid of a pack
Stark awake

Right now, all I can hear is
A refrigerator hum
And the silence

Bourbon has not brought me much comfort

May be the morning will.


Anant Dhavale

Monday, July 17, 2017

Restitution


These long walks – are partly the reason
Of my being sane
Kind of a restitution – you know, rebuilding
The bare, torn sinews

Tonight, I walk
Along a stony trail
Through the dark woods
I have heard it reaches a glorious mountain - distant, blue and green

Plaintive as I may sound,
believe me
this is my usual tone
and I am not necessarily sad

And the mountain,
It may just hold the
Panacea

.

Anant Dhavale

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Saturday, July 15, 2017

I stare in to the time ..

I stare in to the time
As if it were a television set
Blaring images
Aimlessly
Time is oblivion
Thought is but water
Water remains
A mystery
Unsolved
Cities make me
Crumble under fear
The bus stations, the ill lit alleys
An image of me departing
I must say that I, mostly
Like a certain brand of me
But for a crack
That runs through my time
The shadows of which
Keep rustling softly
As if they were
Solemn evenings, prolonged
With slow rains
And no end in sight
--
Anant Dhavale
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Saturday, May 27, 2017

walks..

These lonely walks
have made you lonelier
That's what's happened.

--

Anant Dhavale

Thursday, May 25, 2017

1

A warbler shrieks
Amid the loneliness
Interrupts a state ...


Anant Dhavale

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