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Siddhi Kamble Poem
Taking a derelict path,
With a semblance of security,
Though only a whisker of it
I leave for the past
Which seems not far
But still out of reach
I am thoroughly afraid
For I am to face my decisions again
But
My itchy toes take me back
To the day when I considered myself
A free young man
And
I remember not feeling
Like an empty pot or pan
turned upside down
utterly useless.
I am now
In limbo
Turning back and searching for the time
When I was considered a worthy being
While being extremely carefree and happy
I was as worthy as the old men of the house
And was not thought of as
just a bootless admirer of their art
I was deemed a perfect member
of the highly regarded family I belonged to
for simply riding a horse
And treating the peasants in a cavalier fashion
A king’s man I was accounted
But soon
I had a stubble
I was ready to take on any role
Even if I was offered
The role of a pot or that of a pan
I remained duteous at home
Always at their disposal
But my worth was deemed lesser than a penny
For I remained unemployed
And slow-witted
And soon I let my austere employers
take over my body
And
If I don’t transition into
my past, laid back self soon
They will take over my mind
And I shall be to them
Merely
A vessel that can be used
or turned upside down
And
even shattered
at their convenience.
Copyright © Siddhi Kamble | Year Posted 2020
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Siddhi Kamble Poem
we mend what we can -
broken saucers, with gum and patience
a detached belt buckle, with flair and calculations
but an air of nameless melancholy, with agony and gloom?
imagine this, darling darner
my skin is laden with a heavy layer of misery
for i am the embodiment of darkness,
to touch me is a sin
to have me is a crime
i stand alone
and not even a tempest in a glass of whiskey
can move me from my despair
no tool that you know of -
no plier, no hammer and not even a utility knife
can help me repair the wonderful misery that i am.
but oh darner!
you can mend me, they say
but why would you kiss darkness
and be one with my thoughts,
which are most certainly arranged like a drey
on a dying tree with only one leaf?
my love, after i've groped my way around this darkness
in search for answers
i have crashed several times
and hence
i am indeed wounded, and flies feast on my broken pieces
i haven't had a ray to bathe in, my darling
and these demons reek of anger and dead flies
oh no! you shan't have to come any closer!
it's not your kisses, nor your embrace
but what would really mend my broken soul, oh darner
if not your fairly blatant lies?
Copyright © Siddhi Kamble | Year Posted 2020
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