Seema Jayaraman

Gold Star - 14,440 Points (24 Aug / Mumbai)

Poet In Exile - Poem by Seema Jayaraman

Miserable, wallowing in self pity
I while my few moments of silence
Watching the city lights whisk by
Marvelling at the pangs, reclined
want of a pen, some paper
Or the more familiar keboard
All for the paucity self defined
A twenty four hour day bound
Eighteen waking hours unwind
Chasing life's wants and demands
Six hours to sleep consigned
The writer inside, in exile
Living a life of self denial
Helpless stands by, watching
Tides of thoughts ebb and flow
Erased the faint scrawls
Scratched on sands of mind
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Seema Jayaraman, Mumbai,17Nov15

Topic(s) of this poem: life

Form: Free Verse

Comments about Poet In Exile by Seema Jayaraman

  • Wes Vogler (12/18/2015 2:16:00 AM)

    re-fueling eh, luv.. come back soon....................... (Report) Reply

    Seema Jayaraman (12/24/2015 3:28:00 AM)

    Yes Wes, most of my muse is while commuting, and as these words ebb and flow and fade I watch helplessly wanting a pen or a keyboard to quickly capture..happy you enjoyed.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 17, 2015

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