Month: May 2013

The Man Unknown.

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.

Tags Appreciation, Poem, Unknown, unseen.

thoughts

Put Them In Their Place.

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.

Tags confine, intact., Poem, progeny, stoicism

thoughts

Blessed Are Those—— Haiku.

Post author By meenas17
Post date May 19, 2013
2 Comments on Blessed Are Those—— Haiku.

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.

Tags Blessed, Haiku

thoughts

Archaic And Antique

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.

thoughts

Into The Past.

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.

Tags noiselessly, Past., Poem

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Over And Above—– Haiku

Over and above
she needs a back up
to work on.

Over and above
she takes the vital decision
to carry on.

Over and above
she executes the field work
to an accomplishment

Tags accomplishment, backing., Haiku

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Morning Tea.

The milk man came speeding in his bike
left the milk on the gate pillar
and went off in a flight
Abruptly leaving my work then and there
opened the door in a hurry
rushed to the gate in great speed.
But before I could make it
Mrs .Monkey leaped from her tree house
stood atop the gate near the pillar.
Shouting angrily at the top of my voice
got near the gate right in time
when she picked the milk sachet
and tore it with force spilling half of it
drank a little and threw the remaining into the gutter.
She walked off like a heroine of Hollywood films.
I turned back with a sense of defeat.
Well, I had to go without my morning tea.

Tags milk man, Monkey, Poem, sachet.

thoughts

Show Me

Post author By meenas17
Post date May 18, 2013
1 Comment on Show Me

Distractions are many
out of all the deviations
finding fault is delightedly worst..

Faults do appear here and there
in writing and in reciting
meaning none are faultless.

Show me a writer
who misses not a spelling
or a grammatical tense

Show me a cook
who misses not adding salt
or sugar in the right proportion .

Show me a driver
who misses not a signal
or turn in his driving.

Show me an accountant
who misses not in his addition
or percentage while accounting.

Show me I cry with anger
telling the one
who found fault.

Read through and enjoy
the script or writing
and be a critic healthy.

This is what is demanded
and what is expected
do not dig the graves any more..

Tags critic., Fault, healthy, me, Poem, show

thoughts

The School Days

The age-old days in school
lends a wonder and an amaze
The time at school was great
with friends and books
Knowing not any other things
passed the days in mere glee
laughing with mirth and grace.

The periodical tests and examinations
brought fear and anxiety
but they lived short as getting a grade
was never a problem
The friends I had were cheerfully brilliant
a circle we formed in which we thrived

Exchanges of ideas went through in ease
Studying together saw through a brief
then got separated as it proved a tease
Listening in class and going through the class work
was the only work we together did
Did not burn the midnight oil or got up early
on any day to get through.

Days passed easy and light
with no demand and work tight.
Worked moderate, played well
getting along in every year with a distinction.
Nothing to worry as there was no demand from parents
No promises to keep and no failures to meet
the days passed on acquiring wisdom.

The friends circle has gone to places long and far
having lost touch with them renders a feel sad.
Each one would have grown with the years
would be hard to recognise with greying hair
and with weightier physique and different outlook.
while having borne the yoke with care and worry
would have taken the toll of their liveliness.
The cheer would have been replaced by fear
as the age advances taking us all to the grave near.