This

 It is this, un-concerned chasm that widens

It is for this I write, the

Disguised fierceness rushing, now and again,

What lament could justify the widening the 

Coarse-lewd rhetoric, the animosity.

My declamations merely become cadence, they 

Don’t necessitate any crises of moral 

Proportions; nor arouse any froth of curiosity .

What maddens us also makes us question the very beliefs upon which hinge our decades. 

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Anant Dhavale

1

Waking is dreaming 

In sleep— a new world of

Color returning to cheeks, of

Meanings rediscovered 

Waking is also walking 

Past known and unknown faces

On a long haul train of time

Zooming through desert

The coal runs low and a 

Fear of getting stranded midway

Looms large. 

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Anant Dhavale

A ghazal

Well who would you blame 

When rigged is this game 

All of us are brutes 

And no one to tame

You call them the thugs

In parts you’re the same

When questions get tough 

Say what’s in the name

The rest were all gone

I muted the flame

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Anant Dhavale

Speak

We speak with each other like protagonists from

Existential novels, in 

Long winded laments of self exploratory 

Monologues 

Never letting our guards down

We speak out of some urgent newfound

Necessity 

This very recent happenstance of some

Spiritual upheaval that cannot be contained

We speak in a language of low-tide sandlings

Eager for some orgasmic apocalypse of the 

Illusive inner world.

We speak — fully knowing words are energy that

Cannot be redeemed

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Anant Dhavale