minuscule drops of water old as time itself in them, I find meanings, new and never occurred .Anant #vss365

Better or not I am my original self When undressed Nude as I was born. .Anant #poemsabout #undressed

a kiss missed is akin to the notional pie you want to but you cannot consume. .Anant #vss365

the dark it sifts down the chimney the invisible unavoidable void claws at you you acknowledge it and walk on. .Anant #vss365

nostalgia is ache a prison of the mind we are hard-wired to be miserable through our knowing the ancients knew it, and offered symbols into the flowing river to let go of what we carry; what we perceive to be our ultimate reality. .Anant #vss365

bones of culture : generational angst embedded deep within hollow mansions of tradition this old dusty, barren tale the endless wasteland within. . Anant #vss365

cracks appear ever so slowly a gradual decay of the individual until the denouement hits. Lineage of blood: a trail, a story of what happened that keeps happening generation after generation. .Anant #vss365

another journey another soul another time to reckon the whole .Anant #vss365

shadows, I see the detached selves of mine .Anant #vss365

Mid-age meandering An obfuscated view of life Uncertainty, the sole constant ..Anant #vss365

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along this bend I see you thrown off uncertain what eats you what keeps you awake time tide circumstances people ? ..Anant #vss365

midnight hour packs of strays howl in unison some loner wails: a long drawn out cry these, these these are laments veering into the hollow spaces of the tropical night seeking some or something who’s to say. .Anant #vss365

street: out to get people street : armed with hordes of unruly vehicles each in a preposterous rush to reach somewhere do not zone out stay focused a murmur says, watch out! the street will get ya. . Anant #vas365

stale smells the facetiousness sounds and seems too time catches up years line-up the horse gallops ahead. .Anant #poetry #shortpoems #digitalpoems

come ye fellow oddballs, misfits, awkwards together, let us hum the hymns of weird-ity, absurdity and staying true-ity. . Anant #vss365

But these, my beloved are mere abstractions shards of reality scattered over countless minutiae of life. .Anant #vss365

with age, delight becomes a simpler thing, a hot cup of tea a good book, or a damp rainy morning that rhymes with the inner world. . Anant #vss365

a dream is a fleeting illusion, a simulation of being and forgotten-ness Anant #vss365

How I run From the thing That keeps me afloat Then return Like I never left The careful self-sabotage All too evident. .Anant #poetry #poems

ineluctable consolation of the waning moon lonesome among scattered clouds .. Anant Dhavale #vss365

An augury of the Impending solitude: A dull sky Soused in winter Gloom. .. Anant #vss365

Street art as seen in Austin Tx. Kudos to the local artist.

Most suffer through the world deeming what came their way to be bearable. In a way making room for newer wrongs; emptying the mind and heart-space of the older ones. .Anant #vss365 #microprose

I’ll have my usual unusual With a touch of irony And a hint of cynicism But mostly a dis-interested View of what is or what could be A lackadaisical mosaic of The serenading laziness, A dull eye on the Sprawling life around. . Anant #random #poetry

go on, take a chance this isn’t a game of forevers. .Anant #vss365

articles from the past: unpolished drafts, to-do lists, a detached awareness of the one dimensional slippage of time. . Anant #vss365

Floating in an endless vacuum trying to hold onto something that doesn’t exist A free fall is an experience a life-study, a thought experiment An unblemished acknowledgment felt like the coarse hard ground . Anant #freeverse #random

Things happening in an arbitrary state of mind include my saying hello to you, and your responding to me with an equally vacant hi. But somewhere in between those perfunctory courtesies we enriched our lonely hours. .Anant #vss365

a constant hum disembodied like the distant past - Anant #vss365 #shortverse

Between things we own (And still don’t) And our timid souls Belonging is a thin filament Break it, I say, break it now! No, no, no! You’ll be lost! You will be lost to the oblivion You’ll be freed, I say. Freed. - Anant

Being ok, alright is a mixed bag.

more than people it is their malformed opinions that I am scared of Anant Dhavale #vss365

All you’ve managed to do is add your fistful to the world, to something it was saturated with, since before you were born : a reek of selfishness an omnipresent indifference. - Anant #vss365

This is to say I thought of you On a mundane summer Afternoon The heat was unbearable But the thought - delicious. #vss365

a quiet vigil the mountain sees what we cannot #vss365

Poetry reading: Children of War. #poetry

What he felt to be mystical soon faded away. Reality always took over; soon he was hungry and wanted to get on with the banal rituals of the day. #microprose #vss365 #writing P.s. If you are on TikTok - my handle is Anant_Dhavale

My take on the current day lit-mag poetry. Take it with a grain of salt ! #poetry #literarymagzines

Trying to read as much and appreciate. But there’s too much of content- too many posts! #bluesky #poetry

I like the way you laugh. It reminds of a brook, optimistic and playful. But I know how the world works. Seasons change, and tenderness withers away. A deep gloom drowns his words. So be it. She says. We’ll survive. #VSS365 #microprose #microfiction

Watching the day move through stages, like a spider climbing upward, the sun won’t budge and go down yet; the heat won’t relent. Summer reminds us of the bygones, the loves left behind. AD #vss365 #microprose #random

Micro-Story Break rules, the reluctant master said, humanities prosper when brave souls push boundaries of existing knowledge n create new structures. The student felt disillusioned and went his own way. Ten years later when he completed his first invention he understood. #vss365 #microfiction

Random.

By the edges of the day, lingers my voice. But the utterance is vague, so nothing remains. What remains is a sense of awareness, the immense burden of it. Such accumulation, what would be the sum of days. A nothingness, a Sunya, perhaps more than that. Who knows. Anant #microprose #micropoetry

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boxes lie unpacked july heat piles up a haze engulfs me - Anant #haiku #micropoetry

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to her I say this, I say dear bird fly soar into the open sky play with the wind, ruffle some clouds be a brat. (Full text of the poem below) #poetry #poem #education #equality