Naum as a point in time, much like Berryman’s Henry.

1.

In- between indifferent 

Drafts of wind

And restless strands of thought

Naum takes the plunge

Into a river of people

Jumps he, Naum does 

Rather well 

A noise-less topple.

2.

Naum folds time

Tucks it under his bed

To doze off again

 

He sleeps

He is always asleep. 

3.

Don’t prosecute me

Says he

Naum does

My only crime is I am 

Not myself these days.

Mr.Police man, he says

Leave me be.

4.

Now he runs

That man’s otta be crazy

No he dont run like crazy

Only a case in point 

A point in time

Running be his escape

Run Naum run.

..

Anant Dhavale

Short poem

stale

smells the

facetiousness

sounds and seems too

time 

catches up

years line-up

the horse

gallops 

ahead.

.Anant

delight

delight can be 

less-defined, even

formless and a little vague: 

something akin to a

damp rainy morning 

resembling the inner

world.

Anant

How

 How I run 

From the thing 

That keeps me afloat 

Then return 

Like I never left

The careful self-sabotage

All too evident.

.Anant

A song

this small town

Has the love

All the love I need 

You see

The folks here

They are not rich

But they have good hearts

They'll know if you're hurting

And they'll give you a comforting hug

And if nothing else

This old town is like a friend

Like a buddy you can always come back to

This old town

Oh

This old

Lovely

Little town

Residual

Meekly flows the 

Residual sense of enlightenment

Like the unremarkable water 

Of civilization

Lust drives much of it

The world of our perceptions

Money, power, sex

Disingenuity reigns

In cities and in mountains and on seas, it

Always has

Never was a time it didn't

Deeper conversations, a moot 

Reconciliation of virtue 

Desire and sin.

-

Anant Dhavale

Virtual Existence

 

There’s a virtual fraction of us 

out there. Living an entirely 

different life. 

In imaginary spaces,

Melting in the sulci and the 

gyri of some cold-hot server, 

a mere alpha-numeric tag.

We get lost in it more than 

we can ever imagine to impact this desolate desert. We can’t change it, 

it alters us.

Our machine-selves are akin to 

comets wandering in the virtual 

space, with no sense of direction 

and

Nowhere to reach.

..Anant

Decline

 Living in a haze 

Pretending

Coping

An individual’s decline is

A noise-less topple

An inconsequential change for the

World.

What stole your peace 

Where is your nirvana?

There’s always enough time on hand

To ponder. 

..Anant Dhavale