You do not need a mentor or a book to tell you the meaning or purpose of life. Look around you; there are enough answers. It is a roundabout way of saying most answers lie within ourselves if we look hard. Some people call it introspection, others meditation. I call it thinking. There is always a moment of clarity lurking around. It can find you under a tree, in a flowing brook, or under the plain blue sky.
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Anant Dhavale
( this is not a poem !)
This city is a proverbial
melting pot, your
roots do not matter much here
nor do the modes of payment
mostly digital
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I negotiate for a complimentary
Roasted papad
The maître d' agrees it’s a fair deal
The world moves on
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A girl maneuvers her way
through stares and
glances
some benign
others not so
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It’s cozy here in this
plush hotel room
a curtain you’ve pulled over
your eyes
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Two worlds blossom
on every street
nook and cranny
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Anant Dhavale
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things I’ve saved from
the heydays of rain and sun these
handful of petals and a few remnants
of the morning breeze, the simpler loves and
smiles of tender flowers, soon the sun
will move toward the end of the day, and with
that I may, too, but these little joys will
keep us alive and forever in the smiles
and the sparkle of tiny eyes - ah the
the beauty of life, never found but always felt
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Anant Dhavale
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dust laden roads never
let the trees shine nor the
wind flow free like a bird
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Anant Dhavale
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the breeze wouldn't
neither would the dew
lift this veil of mist
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Anant Dhavale
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