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

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

© Anant Dhavale

I stare into time ..

I stare into 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 mostly like a certain mold of mine
But for a crack
That runs through my time

With soft, rustling shadows

As if they were
Solemn evenings, prolonged
With slow rains
And no end in sight

--
Anant Dhavale
© Anant Dhavale

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