Entropy
1.
Omar Khayyam taught us
not to burn our moments
mourning the dead
for they sleep peacefully
in their cold graves.
strange fellow, he was, Omar Khayyam
didn’t think much of the world
than an ungainly vessel of wine
the potter, he said, has
made it of his own hands
drink, drink, drink so ye shall understand.
2.
Entropy is a trap
wholeness too
peel it
scratch it
it remains.
3.
The mirth
– the mirth drowned them
but no one really cares
so long as they had fun.
4.
Walking along the blossoms
red and white
I dream of a riot of colors
a commotion of the baffled –
ruffled molecules.
5.
Come, sit with me, breathe in
this longgone epoch
this rancid tobacco of time.
Anant Dhavale is a multi-lingual poet and the author of “What the Tornado Left Behind,” “Nobody’s War,” “Mook Aranyatali Paanagal,” and “Meer.” His poems have appeared in the Open Road Review, the Mid-Atlantic Review, This Broken Shore (forthcoming), Minute Musings, Poets to Come, Aaj-Kal Urdu, and several other notable publications. He is the founding editor of “Samkaleen Ghazal,” an online and print Marathi non-periodical devoted to the genre of Marathi Ghazal. Some of his works have been translated into Gujarati and Urdu. He lives in Harrison, New Jersey.
