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Absence in Presence

Since morning a gloom envelops me,

can't exactly say if its sadness,

or is it the just the cosmic silence?

No rush to reach anywhere,

no pangs that ruffles the depth,

why a meditative serious look?

The mind and body are in tune,

work undoubtedly in progress,

yet the soul is missing.

The lips does the cutomary 

acknowledgements, the eyes 

wander away , gazing long.

I am present in my absence

and absent in my presence.

Sumathi Mohan

2.55 pm, 16 Sep 2011