Seema joglekar


Seema joglekar Poems

1. A Hankie- (A Ditty) 9/23/2009
2. Lady On The Loom! 9/24/2009
3. Your Absence 9/25/2009
4. One Lazy Afternoon! 10/6/2009
5. Wilted Rose As A Bookmark 10/15/2009
6. Imprinting! ! 11/6/2009
7. Make-Believe 11/7/2009
8. New Timber Vs. Old Timber 11/16/2009
9. Autumn's Window Decorations! ! ! 1/1/2010
10. Ode To A Sleepless Night 1/2/2010
11. Apollo- Muse Of The Golden Mean 8/4/2010
12. A Birthday Reminiscent! ! ! ! 9/23/2010
13. A Song Of Thanksgiving! ! ! ! 9/25/2010
14. I Want- 10/23/2010
15. Carpe Diem-Seize The Day -With A Hug! 11/4/2010
16. A Waking Dream! 12/27/2010
17. Incantation Of Yellow! 1/3/2011
18. Faith ! ! ! ! 4/1/2010
19. Twilight In A Tea Cup! ! ! ! 5/4/2010
20. Summer Of Mango Showers! ! ! ! 6/7/2010
21. Paean! * 2/14/2011
22. O! Master 3/5/2011
23. Doubt 3/10/2011
24. The Crystal Ball 4/1/2011
25. A Venial Discord! 6/6/2011
26. Moon's Precept! ! ! 7/2/2011
27. A Birthday Sequel! 9/25/2011
28. Indebted A Million And More! 10/21/2011
29. Vermillion- Robed Pericarpium! 11/5/2011
30. Invite! 12/6/2011
31. My Time Shall Soon March! 1/2/2012
32. I Hear You Call My Name! 2/3/2012
33. The Boatman's Crossing! 2/3/2012
34. Sun's Autumn Homecoming! 2/3/2012
35. Beckonings! 2/13/2012
36. You Are The Reason-- 3/5/2012
37. Treading Dangerously 4/1/2012
38. Aloft In Zephyr's Reign! 5/2/2012
39. A Split Second! 6/5/2012
40. Indemnity! 6/6/2012
Best Poem of Seema joglekar

*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 ...

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Your Absence

Life scuttles by like a vulgar film with a holy message,
In the film the horses are the heroes &the princes the foes.
I’m beginning to relate to the ill-formed matrix of men
Running hoarse-breathed to nowhere.
Where their mouths pour forth cement
And every perfection is turned to a flaw.

A day gallops by like a boxer with grave intentions to cripple,
A bolting swear seems like an invocation,

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