Meenas Poems
The telephone rang without a break,
The door bell buzzed without a stop,
The ring tone made me crack,
The buzzer forced me to drop,
I know not where to go,
Either to the door,
Or to the desk,
I was in a frenzy,
Unable to decide,
Unable to move,
The sounds knocked me down,
I sat quietly
Till the rings and buzz died.
A retrospective mission,
Which carries a vision,
When enforced will promote,
A lasting significant note.
A multifold remarkable promotion,
Which signifies a distinct notion,
When inducted will propose,
A terrific tremendous purpose.
A cordial prologue,
Which surely is an epilogue ,
In the robe of solar energy,
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A friendly move
Which is a promising groove,
In the form of wind power,
Commissioning an affable shower.
A splendid direction,
Which calls for attention,
In the progress of kinetic drop,
Triggering an emission free top.
It is a new concept,
But an old precept,
That of going green,
Is a precious sheen.
Going across the river,
I found a gathering ,
Of dirt and dust,
Which made me shiver,
Traversing the stagnant water,
I saw a murky brown and black,
Of mud and plastic,
Which defined a slaughter.
Moving past the contaminated river,
I smelt a foul and stinking ,
Of drain and ditch,
Which sent a quiver
Hurried rapidly from the waters,
Once a pride of the town,
Now a sordid disaster,
Bearing man’s ignominious quarters
School days bring refreshing memory,
Of which ,I am going to tell a story,
Those days were full of fun and frolic,
We were always up t o rollick,
Mischiefs and pranks were our way,
Leading to a chaotic sway,
We were a group of bugbear,
Inflicting a harmless tear,
Our teachers were unaware,
As we remained a feigned scare,
As every story has to end,
We were caught red hand,
Lest our teachers fury caused,
A curse “Get lost”.
The world is at your demand.
The details you notice are scanned
The communion you arrive is spanned
The interaction you create is fanned
The news you share is firsthand
The messaging you do is planned,
The benefit you derive is grand,
All these you perform by hand,
In your smart mobile phone brand.
Where am I? my mind quizzes
I am here,
I am there.
But I feel ,I am nowhere.
.
Why do I feel so ? my heart queries.
I do not know,
Yet I know,
I am in an insecure thoroughfare.
Why is it so ?my tired body questions,
I never realise,
Yet ,I understand,
I am in a state of despondency.
Do not shrug ,cajoles my intuition,
Not only you,
But all of you,
Feel the same coherence year after year.
The early morn broke out,
Yes ,today it blasted loud,
The serenity got deterred
Finally the sleep got 
frittered.
The music was bellowing,
There exposed a spell of yawning,
The mike was screaming,
Which provoked a sudden startling,
The lovely morning peace,
was shattered into piece.
The noise became unbearable,
The ears lost their decibel
The whole day ended spoilt,
The night opened out to a fault.
Walking across a field,
Over a sumptuous yield,
Caught a glimpse trance,
Of that of a peacock dance.
Each step is a measured form,
Each move is a lovely charm,
Each stroke is a graceful fray,
Each gait is an attractive play.
The soft feathers beautifully spread,
In cadence to the rhythmic tread,
The blue dainty neck pouts
To the delicate shouts.
The twinkling eyes express pride,
The soft feathers pose a hide,
The swift trot lets out a vibrance,
The quick hop extols a vagrance.
There ,in the dance, occurs an enlightenment,
There ,in the prance ,emphasises an excitement,
There ,in the ballet, underlies an exhilaration,
There ,in the fine art , envisages a sublimation.
Ah!It was a heaving sigh,
Nay ,now it is a pleasing cry,
Eh!It was a distant call,
No , now it is a claim tall,
Oh!It was a saying old,
Nay , presently it is a trial gold,
Lo!It was a dream past,
No , exactly it is an event cast,
So ,it was an issue great,
Nay , not , it is a crisis late,
Though ,it was a gossip fine,
Nay , apparently it is a reality twine,
Hey !it was a thought deep.
Nay , surely it is an idea steep,
Alas!It seems so long ago,
Right, well ,it is now a promising go.
This wonderful procedure,
Is a possible out growth of nature,
Resolutely found in all creature,
Formidably a dominant feature,
Which holds every one’s rapture,
Which begets an impressive signature,
Which evolves a beautiful scripture,
Thus projecting an excellent teacher.
Meenas Poems 