Albatross

Take a flight,
Albatross
spread your wings

A world full of mediocrity awaits

The ocean is a little mellow
this summer evening
and we have lost the footing
of our own;
toils' been rendered futile

Meager.

And I am not in the mood to judge
But you,
My albatross, never mind
You must fly
Across the vast and serene
That's seldom felt by men
and women

And I have never been more immune to the frailties of my time.

--

Anant Dhavale

Civilizations

“You breathe, thanks to the phytoplanktons”

expounds a wise man

“April is the warmest month”

sighs another

 

But it doesn’t matter -

shadows

linger along the silent white wall

in an eternal stupor

a slow humming wind

drags along like a tired caravan

on this dry , drawn-out afternoon

parched by a lonely sun

 

A wind-chyme

makes a feeble effort -

twinkles the dust-laden remnants of leaves

a stillness is stirred

fading to the gray;

 

Civilizations

lie

cold and buried under.

**

Anant Dhavale

seriatim

You, me, this eternal chaos

Horses galloping, seriatim till they bleed 

Humanity, but a narrative of

Hollow tales burning through

The alleys of civilization

Of longing, losing, love

War

I breathe one more time; trying to fill as much air as I can 

Till my lungs explode 

In a perfect harmony 

A weird unison 

With the chaos around me 

Dust to dust 

Ashes to ashes

--

Anant Dhavale

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