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

First published on facebook on 07/12/2017

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