Restitution

These long walks – are partly the reason

Of my being sane

Kind of a restitution – you know, rebuilding

The bare, torn sinews

Tonight, I walk

Along a stony trail

Through the dark woods

I have heard it reaches a glorious mountain - distant, blue and green

Plaintive as I may sound,

believe me

this is my usual tone

and I am not necessarily sad

And the mountain,

It may just hold the

Panacea

.

Anant Dhavale

© Anant Dhavale

I stare into time ..

I stare into time
As if it were a television set
Blaring images
Aimlessly

Time is oblivion
Thought is but water
Water remains
A mystery
Unsolved

Cities make me
Crumble under fear
The bus stations, the ill-lit alleys
An image of me departing

I mostly like a certain mold of mine
But for a crack
That runs through my time

With soft, rustling shadows

As if they were
Solemn evenings, prolonged
With slow rains
And no end in sight

--
Anant Dhavale
© Anant Dhavale

First published on facebook on 07/12/2017

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walks..

These lonely walks
have made you lonelier
That's what's happened.

--

Anant Dhavale

1

A warbler shrieks
Amid the loneliness
Interrupts a state ...


Anant Dhavale

Emptiness

Emptiness and I
A solitary trail
Grief, subdued


--

Anant Dhavale

05/21/17

A couple of haikus

1.

Deserted noon

A fan squeaks

Beneath the hot roof

--

Anant Dhavale

2.

Its early spring

But in my weary mind

Winter looms large yet..

-

Anant Dhavale

A haiku

The summit looks

At you, from a distance

Such a still gaze

--

Anant Dhavale