Solace

On a night of drunken stupor

and a long wayward drive

When the wind had a smooth sail

and

her young contours

smelled sweet with the

blossoms

her warm caress

her sweet lips

the softness between her thighs

every little detail of her - 

meant love more than anything,

spelled me some sweetness

solace even, if you will

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Anant Dhavale

Oblivion, the

I do not remember much of my childhood
I have a brief memory
Much of my early life has become a hazy screen
I can nott dust off

I see, i hear
And I forget
Vagabond days soaked in alcohol     

Intrepid obsessions

People, alive and dead

I've forgotten them all
Once inseparable images

All the accoutrements to sadness

It's an oblivion
Inside of me
A sunya

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Trace

You look like someone  i've known
For a long time

For the longest of times

But in the end all that is left behind is this one long and lonely thought
That runs through the crack

All but one continuum
Of a remnant
A trace .


Anant Dhavale

Small Poems

September rains
Shiny puddles
Diddle Daddles


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I bet you'd know
It's not autumn yet
Just a Passage

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Draw the short straw
Take a walk
It's just a blazing hot noon


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Elm Shadows
Linger about
A deserted walkway


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Anant Dhavale

Boredom

Among other things
Boredom is one
Continuum

A perilous thought

Precariously naïve.

-

Anant Dhavale

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Ennui

A mall
Closing down


A phone number
Forgotten long

Estranged siblings
Dead fathers
Houses sold to complete strangers

Cryptic longings for
Voyages afar

All things add up
And become this one bohemian bubble
One inept, giant bubble.

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Anant Dhavale
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Selfies

Selfies of disillusionment

From gloomly lit bars
To the streets and nooks

Kind of sort of
Search for the self
Gone awry

Of languid disenchantment
Scattered across the walls

Selfies of question and doubt
Stuffed
Throughout the phone.

Un needed.


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Anant Dhavale
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