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 ...
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,