minuscule drops
of water
as old as time
itself
in them, I find
meanings, new and
never occurred.
.Anant
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minuscule drops
of water
as old as time
itself
in them, I find
meanings, new and
never occurred.
.Anant
#vss365
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
A million years On whose shoulders perches the Eagle? Who mourns through gusts of the eastern rushing winds? A boy who grew up in dullne...