Seema joglekar Poems
Midas Touch In The Name!
Let the name I call you by-quilt the torment raked,
By those scattered years; its charm like encircling arms,
Round them up in a glorious moment.Its sound -purge
Richoetting silence of the heaviest hour of many an idle day,
Like Chance the only accomplice, to breach the distance.
Now send it away, let it take its best bow.Your world has
Found its speech in my voice.Uttered –find the sighs of those
Unsatisfied hours, wrap its finger, around each bobbing curl,
Then fall like a kiss on your forehead.Let it recreate the
Subdued hush when we sat too near.Gather ...
A Hankie- (A Ditty)
When the moon trails like a wiped yellow smear,
When paths have crossed & you still take the one's that veer,
When the night is spent & sleep is nowhere near,
When the eyes run rivers in a downpour.
When all hope is lost &there is still left a prayer,
When the rains gnaw an old wound that wakes up to stare,
When the river has run it's course & the land lies bare,
When the stars write a name that your lips would'nt dare.