Meenas PoemsI pass my leisure mostly
Looking at the huge tree attentively
Where I see two little monkeys,
Chuckling and muttering .
The older somersaults cutely,
The younger follows cheerfully,
While I watch the two little monkeys
Hopping and jumping,
The older pulls the electric line.
The younger snaps the telephone cable,
As I look at the two little monkeys
Prattle and rattle.
The older hip hops toward me.
The younger tip toes towards me,
If I sit here any more,
I would be no more.
Only today I found out ,
While looking at the mirror,
A quaint tinge,
A peculiar freckle,
An inclined curve,
A slight twinge,
A double chin,
A drooping lag.
Only today You found out,
My mirror quipped,
It is your silvery hair,
It is your greying wrinkles ,
It is your age lines,
It is your mild deformity,
It is your new default,
It is your current gait.
Is it me?
really me,
I cry bitterly.
It is you.
Very much you,
giggles the mirror.
Oh ! It is unbelievable.
It looks incredible,
I wail pathetically
Lo!
It is only today, I found out.
It is only today ,I found out.
This very strange phenomenon.
Deep frothy brown oil spills
Dirty dark frothy liquid splashes,
Setting the Gulf in disaster.
Mighty ocean in deep blue,
Flows in regular clue,
Unaware of the danger.
Lovely fish in silvery shine,
Swim across in disciplined line,
Unmindful of the terror.
Erring human heartless trial,
Cries aloud in screaming frail,
Alert of the oncoming collapse.
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The rising dawn in a silvery tone.
The early morn rising from a slumber,
The cool dainty rustling breeze,
Invite me,
To fly above.
The receding dusk in a golden hue,
The eve settling to a sombre mood,
The gentle tired whispering wind,
Beckon me ,
To fly above.
The shimmering moon alighting from the sky,
The night sinking into pitch darkness,
The silent sleepy whispering wind,
Call me ,
To fly above.
Wish to fly away from the crowd,
Long to run away from the fret,
Like to get away from the world,
Love so much,
To fly above.
The wind is violent,
The tide is strong,
The storm is a hurricane,
Yet,I manoeuver,
To sail across.
The turmoil is scalping,
The attack is scathing,
The aftermath is terrifying,
Yet ,I mange ,
To sail across.
The destruction is absolute,
The dismay is accurate,
The derailment is stalemate,
Yet ,I manipulate ,
To sail across.
The defeat is pronounced,
The withdrawal is announced,
The dilemma is profound,
Yet , I move,
To sail across.
The fate is sealed,
The torture is expected,
The liberty is arrested,
Yet, I make head way,
To sail across.
The unexpected happens,
The unwanted surfaces,
The undesired arises,
Yet,I muster,
To sail across.
The freedom is at stake,
The future appears bleak,
The flaw soars up,
Yet , I muffle,
To sail across.
Age realises wisdom,
Experience ushers sanity,
Suffering delivers greatness,
As , I struggle,
To sail across.
Hey, there is a mad rush,
There is a tumultuous bustle,
There is a dizzy fanfare,
Induces me,
To hover over.
Hey, there is an empty eloquence,
There is a fuzzy talk,
There is a snobbish prattle.
Incites me,
To hover over.
Hey , there is a showy display,
There is an ostentatious behaviour,
There is a frivolous frenzy,
Ignites me ,
To hover over.
Hey ,there is a flashy demo,
There is a gaudy exhibition,
There is a cheap illusion,
Pushes me .
To hover over.
Hey, there is an endangered resolution,
There is an exhaustive episode,
There is a risky revolution,
Provokes me .
To hover over.
Hey, there is a ghastly accident,
There is a bloody amputation,
There is a cruel casualty,
Moves me ,
To hover over.
Hey , there is a ruthless direction,
There is a wicked hunt,
There is a heartless attempt,
Forces me.
To hover over.
The modalities may vary,
The operatives may differ,
The formalities may alter,
Still I hover over,
Groping in the dark.
Moving into the depth,
Crossing the border,
Poking the muddle,
Distracting the serenity,
I meandered through.
The avaricious grab,
The gluttonous appetite,
The destructive desire,
The stinging vengeance,
I observed as I meandered through
The monetary gains,
The animal pleasure,
The terrible annihilation,
The ravenous urge,
I espied ,as I meandered through.
The coveted deceit
The delirious pursuit,
The feverish fret,
The lusty greed,
I experienced ,as i meandered through.
That which sustains through,
That which fulfills through,
That which rises through,
That which blooms through,
I see none,as I meander through.
It was a Monday morn,
Much ahead of schedule
With half closed eyes ,
With a quaint smile,,
With a loud cry,
I see my angel descend.
His smile still lingers,
Though with a gushing mischief,
His sharp wit still persists,
Though with an added incision,
I stand in expectation,
As I notice my angel’s growth..
His enthusiasm enlivens,
His determination deciphers
His authority affirms,
His boldness bolsters,
I head towards the goal,
As I espy my angel blossom.
Unruffled by misdemeanour,
Unscathed by adversities,
Untouched by frailties,
Unflinched by failures,
I clamber to the heights
As I conceive my angel’s triumph.
The youngest of my brood,
The pampered of all
The wittiest of the lot,
Spreads a cosy snug,
Wherever he be.
Memories go back,
Thoughts push forward,
I hear my little one’s call,
“Atha”
in full – throated ease.
His cry wakens me from the reverie
Thou art an adult in the offing,
Thou art a responsible man in stature,
Thou art an articulate entity,
Thou art a grand designate,
Yet you are my darling
My blessings embark ,
on the wings of poesy,
Fly across the mighty ocean,
In great speed and spirit,
To greet you,
As you rise up ,
on your birthday.
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Meenas Poems 