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Seema joglekar Poems
*Single Woman sans Technology! ! !
Hint of hacienda & a brazen romp down the hill House built in sedate colors for the most part, Stone colored tans, green fields stomped in red earth, A marriage to time & mortality just falling short.
MY ITINERARY! !
MY ITINERARY Like an old melody straying down a deserted subway at night, My itinerary goes around for a spin & falls around me like sawdust,
BREACH OF INNOCENCE-THE ROAD KILL
One sunny noon, while chasing butterflies you &me, Tried to unravel the mystery of the birds &the bees, We stopped at some broken wings, lying on the ground, splattered, Blackish red. To divert your attention I said,
A LABOUR DAY!
This empyreal, celestial bodies & the core, all a place assigned, Mine lies in a wearied sunrise, crackling in a pool of sweat, cupped in my palms, Like an obelisk, defiant heaving dawn from the elements, Passing of my day, fathomed in the Sun’s shadow, moving across my length.//
TILL YOU COME!
I will be the gurgling stream, Surmounting all your hurdles, I shall unwind, By the head I will drown a hundred sorrows, And lend you the quiet mind.
WHAT IS THIS BETWEEN YOU AND ME?
When dawn arrives, sun rises, And daylight bristles awake, Never asks; Who leaves an ache as keepsake? , Grateful for each day, that he didn’t forsake.
It is only you that I want.
It is only you, I want, more than your peace and rest. More than parched lands seek the din and clamor of a burst of cloud, with no show of mercy. Even if you blaze like a storm, dark clouds of age -long desire seek their due in exchange, Like a dogged crane not faltering in its direction, veer in gusts of wind to find my bearing,
HOUSE-BROKEN SPARROW Twitter twitter tweet, Life on the off-beat, Sparrow shuddering in all seasons,
Nature dazzles the bewitched eye, With splashing colours of a rainbow -on fire in the copper sky, With cascading waterfall- flirts a roving butterfly, With shooting stars banished-to light up the Milky Way,
EARTHWORM IN AN HOURGLASS
Don’t call me the seductive Sun, That stretches out to burn every flower chosen, Burning itself out, before darkness spreads her hair, All its charms it has spun.
Every bud does dare, as the effort It took to lie closed shut, Was more painful than to blossom it took, The dawning of a new world, right out of plain dirt,
ODE TO A SLEEPLESS NIGHT
Svelte sunset beckons murky darkness, And puts to bed another spangled day, While heavens suspend in lavish turbulence, Await seraphims with fireworks on their way.
Baba(Father) , Give Me My Dowry, For He ...
Baba, Give Me My Dowry, For He Has Come Can’t you hear the longing in his persistent bee hum, With countless meetings and partings he knows no calm, Nor do I, for he holds my heaven in his palm
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*Single Woman sans Technology! ! !
Hint of hacienda & a brazen romp down the hill
House built in sedate colors for the most part,
Stone colored tans, green fields stomped in red earth,
A marriage to time & mortality just falling short.
What those horn-rimmed unmended sagging fences hide?
A different story here they all together confide,
Open smack of blissful neglect, time-warped, forlorn place
Away from where those technological clans run ablaze.
What modesty those moss-kissed mammoth trees bare in refrain, ?
Like a stoic digesting a million insinuations a day,
And a dash of ...