Haiku

Flock lands on ice

A perfect coherence
The world moves on

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Anant Dhavale

Haiku

Day-break

Noises in the background

wheels resuming the whirl..

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Anant Dhavale

The Storm

YOU have come to me, on this hot noon

As the desert burns

My thoughts are blue, for a moment

The reckoning of my days

Bestowed on me

My breath is heavy with the dust of decades,

Loneliness.  The descent of a great desert

The say, nor the thought

Neither the sound

Can travel unto the truth;

But it has, behold – there is a storm

That gathers at the far horizon

The great tempest, as it shall be known

Henceforth

And forever

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Anant Dhavale

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Alchemy

Like the after sex giggle

Or sunlight shining through the slush

Sometimes, it isn’t so complex,

Rather, a well-made soup, the

Perfect  alchemy of colours

Before it slips

From your fingers

Only to be merged with the brook …

Anant Dhavale

Coyright@ Anant Dhavale

December

IT’S late December

And another year has gone by

This decadence -

A fall, these accouterments of melancholy

Bohemian dreams of

Pristine waters

 

Iridescent skies shined for months, then bent -  

bent until they pushed us down

Into deep winter

Snow and ice and slush

Such despair – a gloom

 

Then it roared howling through cold nights

Neglected all this while, marooned in some corner

Along the wildly swaying pines

 

And people,

They had colored the night

Festooned it even

Perhaps they had seen something I hadn’t.

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Anant Dhavale
Coyright@ Anant Dhavale

A song

A song

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THE Maples are turning yellow

Won’t you come?

It was raining as I crossed the street

Dreaming about you

Thinking about you

THE Pines are standing still

Won’t you sing?

A stone age crossed me as I walked

Thinking about you

Dreaming about you

The world is turning grey

Won’t you smile?

I am chasing but a mirage

Thinking about you

Dreaming about you…

The Maples are turning yellow, won’t you come?

-Anant Dhavale

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Crimson

What makes
Tonight's tropical wind so cold
I wonder how the trees will survive


Come and kill me, engulf me
In your wild currents
In you, I have heard, everything melts


You, the one who remains on my dreams
Your beauty; like the dew atop a rose
Your kisses, wet and full with a thousand dreams

This land of masons, of men and women
So simple and true; amongst them
I am but a lost cause


Love has sown its seeds; water and fire
Smiles adorning mouths, full of hope
Bodies, fresh with the drizzles of spring


Crimson, green and pale
What a vivid tale; a kind of a rare solstice
That hides everything, leaving a few colours behind

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Anant Dhavale
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