Monday, February 13, 2023

From my WIP novella

 Nuggets from ‘Nobody’s War’

 

 


Liberals, my friend, are bad for business.

 

‘This urge to believe, to know that there is someone among us, a direct conduit to the supreme power, creates religious leaders and then a living being is revered, despite the knowledge that humans, by design, are fallible.

 

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.

 

We are doing the loops here. Overstating the obvious.

 

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 

 

Sunday, February 12, 2023

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ہوش سنبھلنا  طَے تو نَہِیں تھا 
عِشْق میں بچنا طَے تو نَہِیں تھا 

یونہی نَہِیں نکلے تھے آنسو 
گر کے سنبھلنا طَے تو نَہِیں تھا 

کچھ تُم  کَہْتے کچھ ہم سُنتے   
یوں چُپ رہنا  طَے تی نَہِیں تھا 

کہاں گئے سب سنگی ساتھی 
راہ بدلنا طَے تو نَہِیں تھا 

جِن سے دھڑکتے ہیں دِل اپنے 
 اُن سے بِچَھڑْنا طَے تو نَہِیں تھا

--
اَنَنْت  ڈ'ھولے

Anant Dhavale



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