Tuesday, May 20, 2025

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. 

..

Anant Dhavale

Thursday, May 15, 2025

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. 

..

Anant Dhavale

Sunday, May 4, 2025

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

.


Anant Dhavale

Friday, May 2, 2025

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

..

Anant Dhavale

Tuesday, April 15, 2025

Waking

woke up in a dream wondering if this is real or that which passed

..
Anant Dhavale

Wednesday, April 9, 2025

Autumn Buddha

Your radiance would have swayed me
Another day, another time

But today
I am content 
Watching leaves fall
From a distance

Orange, red, brown
Colors of an autumn Buddha.

Anant Dhavale

Haiku - recent / random

 I woulda bought your book

but it was a hot New York evening 
and all I needed was more beer

..

monday night 
in the tavern of loneliness 
revelers drink to sadness

..

coastal town
the sun, frozen 
in a haze of time

..

a bird, perched up high
in a tree — feels the truth
it cannot explain 

..

your evocative eyes
let me know when 
to stop talking 

..

cloudy morning 
something flaps in the wind
a subdued beginning 

..

this one goes up-town
with a hub-bub of people
and their belongings 

..

a primal train scream
shards strewn astray
summer, in its full glory 

..

patter of raindrops 
like a stranger’s knock 
click clickety click

..

rainy morning wraps
the metropolis in a mist
of being and nothingness 

..

spring falters 
on the banks of 
returning cold

..

blue blue blue
a certain cold hue
my eyes won’t discern 

..

beautiful girl 
in a sub-urban metro
a dance of light and shadows 

..

sub-urban night 
slow jazz of stars
sky, a purple unfazed 

..

soft sounds of rain
a quiet evening
sleep — a distant corridor 

..

driving in rain
on quiet long nights 
the blue hum of time

..

imagination is 
a boat — weather torn
forlorn

..

soon we will forget 
the blizzards, the frost
such flows time

..

and there I see her
like a ray of sunshine
a soothing breeze 

..

like a relic of the past
a thought remains frozen 
waiting for the thaw 

..

cold cold nights 
amber hazy skies
myths re-spoke 


..


Anant Dhavale

( These, like most poems here are raw and in the making. I edit and re-edit poems before they get published anywhere.)

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