Omar Khayyam taught us
not to burn our moments
mourning the dead
for they sleep peacefully
in their cold graves.
Strange fellow, he was, Omar Khayyam
didn't think much of the world
than an ungainly vessel of wine
the potter, he said
made it of his own hands
drink, drink, drink so ye shall understand.
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Entropy is a trap
wholeness too
peel it
scratch it
it remains.
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The mirth
- the mirth drowned them
but no one really cares
so long as they had fun.
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Walking along the blossoms
red and white
I think a thousand songs
I dream a riot of colors
a commotion of the baffled -
ruffled molecules.
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Come, sit with me, breathe in
this longgone epoch
this rancid tobacco of time.
-
Anant Dhavale
