Meenas PoemsThe fathomless ocean roars
the high mountains oversee
the valleys look up
the flat lands go in stretch
with the sky looking down
along with its glittery stars
all through morn and night
thus goes the world
with a toss in an over.
Upon a tree
sat a monkey
scratching her head
There came two other monkeys
might be her friends for long.
They had a reliable chat
with voice raising high
interrupted by a guffaw
intercepted by gestures
including humour and feelings
as well as love and tales
It was nice to watch them
A
lmost half an hour passed
taking not my eyes from them
followed their talk
could make nothing out
but could understand
that there was a bondage
strong and lasting
kept them in terms
without much trepidation.
Slightly off the track
I thought of men
not very appropriate at this time
but could not stop comparing
as men could not prolong
with such affinity
not able to connect so affably
Thinking so, I turned back
scratching my head.
A brief stay in this world
might look longer to human
being the life span of men
about sixty to seventy years
in the maximum all through
is but a decimal in the millennium
cracking through the environment
destroying it without any reservation
entering into other’s lives
confusing them all to a meanly residue
back tracking the priority
forthcoming with the unnecessary
sidelining the principal
delving deep into the immaterial
focuses man on the living style
only just a few yards away from Death
The fence holds you back
while the gate commands you
making a free entry impossible
with the key to every lock
there goes a feeling of unsafe
insecure be the world we live in
with fences, gates doors and windows
not left plain and wide open
they be fitted with latches and bolts
along with with huge locks and keys
while recently there goes gadgets advanced
the surveillance cameras capturing images
and security alarms beeping every other time
mostly in the night yelling out in deep throat
waking up the neighbourhood to a fear
as if some big burglary is on
while everyone rushes to find out
it is a crossing of a cat
or for that any other animal
that provoked the alarm to sound so noisy
while the real assailing is getting through
the alarm keeps mum and remains silent
with the surveillance in the front
having taken a break from its watch
as it requires a holiday
to click images lovely and beautiful.
The perspective of individual varies
that which is sweet to one
becomes a poison to other
the one sees stars
looking out of the window
the other sand and pebbles
while seeing through the same window.
With perceptions at such a large deviance
no two could be the same
with attitudes and understanding
intersecting and contradicting most
Yet to survive in this world
where incongruities are at work
a compromise and a let go resignation
should take the prime place
with that anyone could get along
let alone succeeding in life
as success is not the only thing’
that matters most in reality
while there being great consequences
that need be tackled with skill.
Vibrancy has been keeping me going.
Moving out has been a way out
Physical outlandish has been not in my cup
Mental wandering is my sip always
Thinking of one now following suite another
with a short intervals in between
certain times take me a little away.
Swayed away by thoughts I go one into another
while one is taking shape the other collides
giving me a better option and a proposition
bringing delight on most occasions
also landing me in dilemma in other times
Well,that has been how I sustain
with ideas and ideals crowding
with actions and moves gathering
getting into the stream by hopping
out of compulsion and necessity
unusually not my way of doing.
Lot of things to do
before I go to sleep
so saying I went here and there
I climbed up in a hurry
then descending down the stairs fast
ran to the kitchen to wind up
seeing nothing amiss over there
turned quickly back to lock it
dashed on the wall by mistake
while a little water lay there
stumbled
and lost the balance
fell flat on the floor
crashing my forehead on the pedestal
wailing Oh My God !lay down there for
quarter of an hour passed
with tears streaming down the cheeks
experiencing an excruciating pain.
Then, had to get up bearing the hurt
made way to the bedroom limping
fell on the bed after taking a pain-killer
while the hurt lay dormant for few hours
dozed off lying in a peculiar style
with my head raised high up
and my aching knee on the top of four pillows
Married through forty years
love going strong all through
with the sensual love of early years
slowly subduing and blossoming up into new
flowering into a bond of understanding
where flirtations have given way to realisation
with the serious thought and graceful dealing
leading one into another to a perfect recognition
the couple go holding their hands together
carefully crossing the tides in total elegance
might be prescribing a style with relevance..
Out in the hills
trekking up the slopes
saw the sun shining still
coming through in rays
through the dense trees
while the yellow flames
piercing through the green vegetation
was a sight fantastic to watch
being a fantasy t experience.
poets have sung about sunrise
slowly ascending from the blue ocean
and also many have got in verse
the sun set in poetic diction
where the red ball sinks into the ocean again
but I for one had a different course
that of not the early sun and twilight
but of the mid morning sun
neither too hot in its peak
not too light 
as in its early hours
but middle and moderate
medium tone and endurable
shining brightly through the rising hills
playing hide and seek by coming out
and going in quick mode of display
a real thrilling experience indeed!
The puff of smoke went around him
He being immersed in the fumes through him
Not coming out from any fire mishap
but emanating from his cigar in shapes
going in circles all around him
making him cough incessantly
affecting not only him but others sufficiently
affecting his lungs and laryngitis
would make him lose his voice in ease
Not being sad of he being destroyed
but his children and family get decayed
his friends and people who knowingly or unknowingly
have to be with him for constraints seemingly
succumb to the destruction very quickly
Alas! poor souls go in flames for no fault of theirs.
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