1.
scattered is how
is what has happened
to the dewdrops
2.
cold days of winter
a thought remains frozen
waiting for the thaw
3.
cold nights
frozen amber skies
myths re-told
4.
what does the bird seek
ocean, fish, mates?
some unspoken truth?
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Anant Dhavale
1.
a transition flows
through out heart
autumn, winter, spring
2.
but then again
time is a notion
akin to the faceless wind
3.
soon we will forget
the blizzards, the frost
such flows time
-
Anant Dhavale
1.
transition is what is
and was and will be
things end and resume
2.
imagination is
a boat, weather- torn
for- lorn and alone
3.
a tower emerges
from the mist
like a myth, a legend
-
Anant Dhavale
I did a Haiku Marathon of sorts, and this is the outcome. Some of these may need work further but here’s for now -
1.
scattered beneath
the crescent blue moon
a million stories
2.
the slow patter
of raindrops
a sonata of loneliness
3.
driving in rain
on long blue nights
quiet hum of time
-
Anant Dhavale
Now this calm, now this tumult
how we’ve closed these circles - a lapse,
a gossamer of things gone, things to be
When old age strikes, and we wince and writhe in pain, what would these loves mean then? Broken statuettes of yore. Faded artifacts from another time.
Guilt hangs from the gilded gates -
years recounted, faces rehashed
This, here is how looking back looks like
-
Anant Dhavale
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Another year has passed us by -
this modicum of life,
a fragment that will linger
in our memories
a blur
a dot
in the whirlwind ocean
that is our lifetime.
-
Anant Dhavale
