Meenas17's Weblog

My Little Girl

meenas17 — Tue, 21 May 2013 03:58:23 +0000

My little girl went for swimming
getting up early in the morning.
The water was pretty cold
but she entered into it quite bold
The instructor was demonstrating the strokes
Two other children were following in spokes.
My little one paid no heed to it at all
and refused to listen to her teacher’s call.
The instructor asked her to get to the lessons.
but my girl took the watering can without any reason.
While the teacher was busy teaching the other three
she poured the water on the teacher’s head with glee..
Surprised and shocked the instructor pulled my girl
and dumped her into the water twice in a whirl.
My little one came out without a tear in her eyes.
i have to tell her to be polite and nice.

Tagged: girl, nice., Poem, polite, swimming

Truth ——-Haiku.

meenas17 — Mon, 20 May 2013 15:45:25 +0000

The truth lies
everywhere and almost in everyplace
but not seen.

Tagged: Haiku, not seen., Truth

Seeing Countries

meenas17 — Mon, 20 May 2013 15:13:02 +0000

Seeing countries is great
Seeing them with interest is a state
very often confused with making
short visits to the capital
and then fly back home
Capitals do not make a country.
Short visits do not illustrate well
A stay long would be expensive
but to see we need a longer stay
and thorough round-up of the country side
wherein the real faces show
without the make ups and sophistication.
The tour of the country side
is illuminating and informative
showcasing the culture and tradition
not mixed with overseas inhibition and predicaments.
The food is especially delicious
in the interior far away from the main cities
where pizza huts and Mac Donalds
have crept in and infused their taste.
The attire and the behaviour is truly
seen in the small towns and hamlets
where the diaspora of that particular country
is exhibited in a modest and moderate means
seeming pristine and beautiful pure and exciting.
Seeing countries demands an adventurous spirit
rendering an experience par excellence.

Tagged: countries, depth., Poem

Malaysia

meenas17 — Sun, 19 May 2013 11:49:51 +0000

On the equator I lie
Yes, right on the equator
and I burn like fire always
roasting everything
and scorching everyone.
Rains do come in the evenings
with thunder and lightning
They rain like heaven and hell
drying the land the minute they stop.
The rivers flow in full brimming to the top.
There is greenery all over.
Oil palm has replaced rubber in a switch over
But still there is rubber trees to an extent lower
filling the country’s exchequer with a large turnover
The economy thrives and prospers
as the rains give an impetus
to the cash crops blossoming and blooming.
I look green whichever side you see
with gigantic trees and flowers found all over in a spree
I am small lying on the equator a divide of the world.
But as all things small are beautiful
I am beautiful and stately.
Know Who I am ?
I am Malaysia in the far east.

Tagged: equator, Malaysia, oil palm, Poem, rubber.

Hunger Gets over.——————-Haiku.

meenas17 — Sun, 19 May 2013 08:06:55 +0000

The hunger strikes
that of food and drink
appeased in time.

The hunger calls
that of books and knowledge
wanting many more.

Hunger gets over
but sticks on all time
depending on context.

Tagged: books, Food, Haiku, hunger

The Man Unknown.

meenas17 — Sun, 19 May 2013 06:59:45 +0000

Words of appreciation
from one unknown
from one unseen
keeps me going.
The words are not ordinary
they are extraordinary
with a goading
sometimes with a pat
other times with an applause
most times with a gentle smile
which hold me in my writing
if not for those kind words
I would have fumbled
and would have wrapped up long back
Well ,the man I refer knows who it is
Let him keep it within himself
and let him continue his encouragements
that would take me to great heights
I wish him well in all his endeavours.

Tagged: Appreciation, Poem, Unknown, unseen.

Put Them In Their Place.

meenas17 — Sun, 19 May 2013 03:41:42 +0000

Crossing over the hurdles with difficulty
on by one in a term slow
meeting one after another
confronting each day new
from the external forces
more so from the internal resources
with the years advancing
still the struggle is not over
with bits and pieces strewn all over
lost many a fortune in the blow over
caught hold of few treasure in the fall over
which are eye sores to the near and dear
aiming to grab it from me at any cost
I hold it to the bosom firmly
withstanding the undue pressure
and legal casse with stoicism
not for me and not for me at all’
but to be passed over to my progeny intact
Meantime I would go limping ahead
with health falling and eyesight failing
but still my hands would remain active
to put them in their place.

Tagged: confine, intact., Poem, progeny, stoicism

Blessed Are Those—— Haiku.

meenas17 — Sun, 19 May 2013 03:16:36 +0000

Blessed are those
with good health and wealth
blest be they.

Blessed are those
who help and are charitable
blest be they.

Blessed are those
who are kind and compassionate
blest be they.

Blessed is I
who writes and always writes
blest be me.

Tagged: Blessed, Haiku

Archaic And Antique

meenas17 — Sun, 19 May 2013 03:01:52 +0000

With the clock running ahead of time
with few hours remaining to go
unusually got agitated at the haste
one made of packing and documenting
why such a headway in the last-minute?
why not do it in advance in leisure?
doing one by one with pleasure
why this hurry and running helter skelter?
keeps me wondering and makes me an archaic
antique figure from far away down south.

Into The Past.

meenas17 — Sun, 19 May 2013 00:54:18 +0000

It is going to be a long day
longer than the usual sunday
as having no work to do
and nothing to watch
as T.V. programs have become a trash
and the shopping out has become not a necessity.
only books to read and read
sitting on a couch
dreaming of the past
and thinking of the present
as future is going to hold nothing spectacular
This life of care and work has come to a close
with the hey days gone into the past
It is time to consolidate and conclude
and get noiselessly into the past.

Tagged: noiselessly, Past., Poem