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My Seven Girlfriends

Out of my seven girlfriends
Six and a half are married
one is conscientiously married
to her inner, juxtaposed situation
the second is married to the innuendos
of a rat race,
sitting all day without a back rest
even on a gloomy dark clouds day
the third has chosen a man
to quench her hunger of joint fallacies
of anger, of greed, of plastic smiles
the fourth has married the contours
of self obsessed melancholic constructs
fifth is an abstract piece of broken clay
married to her enigma, which shows in her gaze
the sixth is on an eclectic bond
with her own split self,
a merger of effervescent intellect and a cosmic zombie
the first half of the seventh is unmarried
lives that part as a quintessential single,
open, vulnerable, desolate, creative
the second half is married
to her traverse past
which insulates her from future decadence

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  1. Shailly KapoorNovember 12, 2016 at 5:42 AM

    Brilliant!

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  2. Santha JohnMarch 16, 2018 at 12:18 AM

    the first half of the seventh is unmarried
    lives that part as a quintessential single,
    open, vulnerable, desolate, creative
    the second half is married
    to her traverse past
    which insulates her from future decadence

    ReplyDelete

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