Your Absence Poem by Seema joglekar

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,
To beat monotony clings like an oil-slick,
Those hurled bricks, the subtleties of my life,
Seem by far indulgences to steer clear to you.
As seasons pace the months,
Paltry things & agony cling to the bed-posts
Dregs of memory like a pulse-beat reside on unpaid rent
To lighten the shocking numb I lament.

I am close to indulging in an unwise vice,
As metaphors live for me with the power of mechanical laws,
It no longer troubles me that my allies are long gone,
In trench warfare of forever sniffing their own.
Am I being a conservative or more a coward?
To no longer labor on our daily refrains,
The travails of the brave animal or hopelessness
Of a contented one no longer pain,
I glide through our daily imperfections,
Like in our daily abuse of the good& the vain.

Tricked by your absence, throwing caution to the wind,
No longer afraid to disturb the order of things.
I now feel a certain integrity within myself,
Resigned to slap the lie of the living.
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Seema. Joglekar