Sunday, May 12, 2019

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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