Monday, July 24, 2017


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


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

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
Time is oblivion
Thought is but water
Water remains
A mystery
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


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


Anant Dhavale

Thursday, May 25, 2017


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

Anant Dhavale

Sunday, May 21, 2017


Emptiness and I
A solitary trail
Grief, subdued


Anant Dhavale


Tuesday, April 4, 2017

A couple of haikus

Deserted noon
A fan squeaks
Beneath the hot roof
Anant Dhavale
Its early spring
But in my weary mind
Winter looms large yet..

Anant Dhavale

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