Seema joglekar Poems
|81.||The Orb's Replenishing Decree!||12/30/2012|
|82.||Sonnet To The Vigilante!||5/3/2012|
|83.||Higher Ground! ! !||5/4/2011|
|84.||Midas Touch In The Name!||3/31/2013|
|85.||Earthworm In An Hourglass||7/2/2010|
|90.||What Is This Between You And Me?||12/4/2009|
|91.||Till You Come!||12/4/2009|
|92.||It Is Only You That I Want.||6/6/2014|
|93.||My Itinerary! !||9/25/2009|
|94.||A Labour Day!||10/27/2009|
|95.||Breach Of Innocence-The Road Kill||10/10/2009|
|96.||*single Woman Sans Technology! ! !||10/28/2009|
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*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 ...
Lady On The Loom!
In the old folk lore, at her loom the old lady in the sky,
Spins dreams and wisps of clouds in the blink of an eye,
One of them could have been mine,
Not to believe in anything is no longer a comfort but a whine.
The warp- the foundation thread stretches, languidly lengthwise on the loom,
While the weft thread entwines in the arms of the warp,
for different types of cloths allowing room,
The trees chastised by the wind gather strength, so is the warp beaten.