Treasure Island

sree Jothi


PRESENCE OF ABSENCE


She has not spoken a day
The world evaporates into inanity
Life drifts like an empty cloud
Time trickles into tears!

The idiot mind plays pranks
Wild reason drills the heart
The wildest face of Nature
A sad procession of death!

Wisdom stands in witness box
Weakness descends upon action
The tethered thought like Seconds hand
Moves round and round nowhere!

Insecurity and suffocation
Determined to elope with death
Seeking a partner in loneliness
Go on an excursion into hell!

The dull day, the lazy cuckoo,
The straining tune far away,
The smoky climate, the frozen heart
Lead thoughts mechanically to her!

Her home, her gifts, her words
Places hollowed by togetherness
Melt back alive into experience!
O absence! How present you are!

Submitted: Tuesday, April 23, 2013
Edited: Friday, September 27, 2013

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