Meenas Poems
I saw a baby
Cute and chubby,
With a toothless smile,
Making me stand a while.
I saw a bunny,
White and shiny,
With silky soft skin,
Jumping amidst din.
I saw a Peacock,
Erect and stalk,
Dancing with feather s beautiful
Enacting a recital musical.
I saw a lovely rose,
Little and close,
With a fine charm,
Dispensing a grand form.
I saw the sky bright ,
With a feigned cast,
Creating a reckoning contrast..
I am blessed,
As I dazed,
At all things wonderful,
Which made me delightful.
Idioms and quotes take us a long way,
As they elucidate wisdom in a sway,
A pinch of salt leads the fray,
With lot of profoundity in the say.
The idiom holds an in-depth meaning
That proposes a serious screening,
Of the resonant inquiring
Into an appropriate dealing.
Talks with a two-way ambiguity,
Takes us to a place of incredibility,
Inducing a position of susceptibility,
Making us rave in a uncertainity.
To comprehend the intrinsic reliability,
We need a promising capacity,
To unravel the latent secrecy,
We require a superb efficiency.
Pinch of salt carries a taste literally
It also weighs a reference to sarcasm really,
Indicating a distinctive sting formally,
Retracing a deliberation instantly.
News in bits and pieces is uninteresting
As we do not get the substantial,
Action in bits and pieces is non performing,
As we do not acquire the potential
Calculation in bits and pieces is not fulfilling,
As we do not count in sequential,
Idea in bits and pieces is devastating,
As we do not construe the vital
Charity in bits and pieces is unrewarding
As we do not implement the credential
Love in bits and pieces is unrequiting.
As we do not receive the essential,
Learning in bits and pieces is disillusioning,
As we do not assimilate the ideal.
Living in bits and pieces is infuriating,
As we do not accumulate the integral.
Article first published as Inflation Hits India Hard on Blogcritics.
Inflation is at its height in India.
A kilo of onions costs 50 rupees (that’s about $1.10 in a country where the average per capita annual income is under $450).
Raw onion is the poor man’s side dish in India, but the escalation in prices has left him with no alternative: his diet is now only rice. The government, soaked in scams and scandals, is not capable of curbing the soaring prices. The political opposition is stiff and vehement. The administration is paralysed.
Parliament was not able to hold its winter sessions. Prime Minister Manmohan Singh is in a tight corner. His ally, the southern-based DMK, has taken him to the verge of resignation. The Supreme Court, the highest judicial authority of India, is looking into cases of misappropriation of funds. The Central Bureau of Investigations is engaged in probing ministers, officials, and their aides who participated in the scams. In recent months there has been essentially no governance.
The disruptions have led to discontent among the people. They yearn for a change. But the choices are limited. The BJP, which was in power a few years back, is also not free from aberrations. Its drawbacks force the people to think twice.
There is crisis in every state. Andhra Pradesh is facing the Telengana revolt. Tamilnadu is in the grip of maladministration. Karnataka is in trouble, with an unstable coalition government. West Bengal had a spate of shootings and bloodshed a month ago.
The inflationary trend, which ranges from 12-13%, has led the Reserve Bank of India to hike interest rates.
The average Indian is feeling desperate. To survive, he needs an iron will. But, as always, he must struggle to sustain himself. He knows no happiness
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The circle of kith around me kills,
The fret around the circle hurts,
The feelings revolving round the fret despairs,
The intensity doused in the feelings burns,
The froth emanating from the intensity overwhelms,
The bubble evolving from the froth spills over,
The transparency felt in the bubble snorts across,
The flame seen in the transparency radiates,
The heat let out from the flame scorches
The sensitivity of heat scathes,
The numbness of the senses destroys,
The pressure of the numbness suffocates
The tolerance of pressure stifles,
The virtue of tolerance is blasphemous,
The ideal of virtue nauseates
The sequence of ideals disqualifies
The falter in the sequence extracts,
The fall from the falter pains
The hurt from the fall excruciates
Alas! What a ravishing splendour!
The ideas put behind ,
The thoughts pushed before,
The frame set in front,
The concept placed at the back,
The design sketched above,
The pattern drawn below,
The colour scheme splashed all over,
The background settled all throughout,
Delivered a gorgeous portrait
When things go fine,
Grapes are sweet,
When things turn bad,
Grapes are sour.
Till there is a likeness,
The human approach differs,
The gentle behaviour retorts,
With the turn of events.
There is no predictability ,
To Man’s action.
There is no formality,
To Man’s thoughts.
The mind wanders in length
The tongue wags in magnitude
The mouth swears in excess
The heart spites in intensity.
The equilibrium is disturbed,
The balance is tilted,
There is an upturn,
There is a raging storm.
Words are differently interpreted,
Actions are typically misunderstood,
Accents are peculiarly pronounced,
Feelings are definitely misconstrued,
Thoughts are freaky evolved,
Demeanour is frequently distorted,
Ideals are regularly devalued,
Hypothesis are necessarily mangled,
As the trend of ambiguity belies.
Globalisation has a great significance,
Which has impressed with deference
To a terrible turn down of difference,
In the fields of economic reference,
Evolving a voluminous grievance.
The concept is a latest addition,
To the already piquant rendition,
Of trade and commerce transaction,
Meriting an upsurge in the progression,
Of gain and profit all in an illusion.
The lead aimed at outsourcing jobs,
Relying on cheap labour throbs,
Projecting a high revenue snobs,
Working on unnatural robs,
Resolving to an irrelevant sops.
The expected predicaments have misfired,
The established economy has inspired,
As a rational and principle discipline is required,
To condemn the upstart ambiguity acquired ,
In the form of globalisation that is most admired.
Well ,let us switch to the olden theory,
Of barter system though weary,
Confirms a progress not too dreary,
Accepting the reality in a cheery,
Promoting an entire prosperity.
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