Naum as a point in time, much like Berryman’s Henry.

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

Short poem

stale

smells the

facetiousness

sounds and seems too

time 

catches up

years line-up

the horse

gallops 

ahead.

.Anant

delight

delight can be 

less-defined, even

formless and a little vague: 

something akin to a

damp rainy morning 

resembling the inner

world.

Anant