Saturday, January 23, 2016

Commotion

Commotion
---
Foretell
What the night holds
Long waits, shimmers of joy
Besieging journeys or
Death


I better part of me always knew it
And probably you did too
A thing understood
Never told, never heard


They say
The worlds sprouted from a word
The word itself
Doesn't matter
Nevertheless


Un-catalogued,
We’ve lived umpteen lives
Each ending in dregs
Scattered far and few


Commotion, chaos
is it you?
Or have I finally stepped out of my solitude?
--



Anant Dhavale
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