Sunday, November 17, 2024

If

If you’ve loved me unconditionally

And I have failed to reciprocate 

You should know I am not the one


Love demands steadfast devotion

But I am a mere leaf in the wind

Do not mourn for me if I float away 


I abandon the tree that birthed me 

When times change and colors fade


The wind carries my judgment and 

When it beckons, I have to go away. 


..

Anant Dhavale

Tuesday, November 12, 2024

Amber rises the moon

Amber rises the moon


Beneath - thick green woods

A jubilant river makes its way through the gorge


Rims of gray hang around a few stray clouds


Silhouettes of silver float away

in tandem - a swift movement of tectonic plates


Amber moon melts away

in the distance - a smoke, a pallid hue spreads.


..

Anant Dhavale


Thursday, November 7, 2024

Recent poems

I've written much these days but have not published here since most publications insist on previously unpublished stuff. Prominent ones include "One Flat Microcosm," "Daughters of Israel," "Springtime Desolation," "Sisterhood of Dukhha," and "Civilization is a Zero Sum Game."


"One Flat Microcosm," and "Springtime Desolation," are published in "This Broken Shore," magazine. 

Friday, October 25, 2024

Affinity

What affinity brought us closer 

And kept us together  -

Us, the otherwise molecules

In randomness.


.


Anant Dhavale

( Simpler verses)

Thursday, October 10, 2024

Poetry reading this month


 I am featuring at the Riverread poetry series at Redbank NJ later this week. I intend to read some of my longer poems, and may be end with a few haikus. 

Saturday, September 28, 2024

Haiku

 lush red cranberries 

aren’t just the only thing

you could crave for


..


Anant Dhavale

Friday, September 6, 2024

Stuff

Things lose shine

stuff gets in the way

letters remain unread


Memory makes way for 

newer delights 

and a thousand reasons emerge

to forget


Much rains but little remains 

in this mad dash we call life.


.


Anant Dhavale

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