Of Spring and Hope

 (Wote this poem many years ago, and I have kept editing it since. )

WIP

From my WIP novella

Nuggets from ‘Nobody’s War’

 

 

 

‘Liberals, my friend, are bad for business.’

 

‘Politics and poetry betray logic, Kwaqa.’

 

‘It always takes an outsider. For better or for worse.’

 

‘I do not age. I may die, but only if a system somewhere thinks it’s my time.’

 

‘Men my age die alone, in sleep.’

 

‘One must be in their element, no matter the situation.’

  

‘There is a certain joy that poetry exudes. A sadness too. A beautiful, blue sadness.’

 

‘Trust means nothing to us. It’s a phony construct. We do not deal in such currencies.’

 

‘For some, information is a deterrent. For some, it is a call to action. For us, it is plain and simple leverage.’

 

‘Her face shines in the moonlight like a sculpture. It’s his sculpture, a picture he has imagined and drawn and chiseled in his mind, a ripple of glimmer, a momentary breeze. For him, this togetherness lasts forever, though his mind tells him otherwise.’

 

 Anant Dhavale 

A poem

 Now this calm, now this tumult

how we’ve closed these circles - a lapse,

a gossamer of things gone, things to be 

When old age strikes, and we wince and writhe in pain, what would these loves mean then? Broken statuettes of yore. Faded artifacts from another time.

Guilt hangs from the gilded gates - 

years recounted, faces rehashed 

This, here is how looking back looks like 

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Anant Dhavale