nostalgia is ache
a prison of the mind
we are hard-wired to be
miserable
through our knowing
the ancients knew it, and offered
symbols into the flowing river
to let go of what
we carry;
what we perceive to be our
ultimate reality.
.Anant Dhavale
#vss365
कुछ ऐैन हुए कुछ ग़ैन हुए
बस यूं समझो बेचैन हुए
दो चार जो बीते उसके संग
उन लमहों के कौनैन हुए
दो चार जो लिखनेवाले थे
आगे पीछे सब बैन हुए
कुछने नेहरू को गाली दी
बाकी नेहरू के फैन हुए
देखे क्या क्या फ़ितने मुशफ़िक़
आवाराकुन जब नैन हुए
cracks appear
ever so slowly
a gradual decay of the
individual until the denouement
hits. Lineage of
blood: a trail, a story of
what happened that
keeps happening
generation after generation.
.Anant
1.
In- between indifferent
Drafts of wind
And restless strands of thought
Naum takes the plunge
Into a river of people
Jumps he, Naum does
Rather well
A noise-less topple.
2.
Naum folds time
Tucks it under his bed
To doze off again
He sleeps
He is always asleep.
3.
Don’t prosecute me
Says he
Naum does
My only crime is I am
Not myself these days.
Mr.Police man, he says
Leave me be.
4.
Now he runs
That man’s otta be crazy
No he dont run like crazy
Only a case in point
A point in time
Running be his escape
Run Naum run.
..
Anant Dhavale
From the thing
That keeps me afloat
Then return
Like I never left
The careful self-sabotage
All too evident.
.Anant
A song
this small town
Has the love
All the love I need
You see
The folks here
They are not rich
But they have good hearts
They'll know if you're hurting
And they'll give you a comforting hug
And if nothing else
This old town is like a friend
Like a buddy you can always come back to
This old town
Oh
This old
Lovely
Little town
