Haiku

 deep blue and

untroubled - this pure 

thought of yours

-

I want to let go of

a few things urbane

be the simple kid I was

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Anant Dhavale

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Of Spring and Hope

 (Wote this poem many years ago, and I have kept editing it since. )

WIP

From my WIP novella

Nuggets from ‘Nobody’s War’

 

 

 

‘Liberals, my friend, are bad for business.’

 

‘Politics and poetry betray logic, Kwaqa.’

 

‘It always takes an outsider. For better or for worse.’

 

‘I do not age. I may die, but only if a system somewhere thinks it’s my time.’

 

‘Men my age die alone, in sleep.’

 

‘One must be in their element, no matter the situation.’

  

‘There is a certain joy that poetry exudes. A sadness too. A beautiful, blue sadness.’

 

‘Trust means nothing to us. It’s a phony construct. We do not deal in such currencies.’

 

‘For some, information is a deterrent. For some, it is a call to action. For us, it is plain and simple leverage.’

 

‘Her face shines in the moonlight like a sculpture. It’s his sculpture, a picture he has imagined and drawn and chiseled in his mind, a ripple of glimmer, a momentary breeze. For him, this togetherness lasts forever, though his mind tells him otherwise.’

 

 Anant Dhavale 

A poem

 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

A haiku

a quiet evening
the clock hand moves and moves on
click clickety click

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Anant Dhavale

In progress

Dear reader - I appreciate you stopping by this blog. I haven't really been able to write much poetry lately because I've been working on a novella. In the interim, I also tried out some of my Urdu and Marathi poetry. I have a few poems brewing in the background though, want to post them here as soon as I am able to get them in a coherent form !

Three Couplets

 

 

Three She'rs from an Urdu Ghazal  

یوں ساون میرے گھر آیا 

کمروں میں پانی بھر آیا 

بیٹھا تھا بڑوں کی مجلس میں 

سو اونچیں  باتیں کر آیا 

پھر ہمنے وہی نادانی کی 

پھر پیش وہی منظر آیا

اننت ڈ'ھولے 

Anant Dhavale

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