Meenas PoemsI may sound unlikely
not tying with the world
however much I try
I could not get into it
A sound that is left unheard
causes waves in me.
A scene that goes unnoticed
makes me dwell on it for hours.
A remark that is just thrown out
hurts me a lot to the very being.
A tear that is just wiped off
harms me to the essential
Why I am so? I deliberate.
never could find an answer
all through my life
and live differently from the rest
Bringing to the desk
every other poet’s saying
bidding to live as said
makes one dull and disinterested.
A poet is a creative genius
coming on with his experience
never compelling us to take forth
his sayings as gospel truth.
It is his platform to pour
his thoughts and feelings
a spontaneous outflow of his emotions
that had and has helped him
unload his thoughts in detail
adding colour and a feel
enhancing the read and delivery.
Confronting him at this juncture
interpreting his words
with different connotations
and coordination from the original
lends an agonistic infringement.
Seated on a thorn
the rose looks beautiful
aware of its risk
where a slight turn
this side or that
would bring a disaster.
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emember a delicate little flower
with its lovely colour
and soft silk like petals
finds its hold on a thorn.
Wondering how it balances
all through without getting hurt
is an enigma to me throughout
like so many other incongruities
that get on well and prosper
Leaving the house in a hurry
she forgot to lock the doors
With all doors and windows wide open
she took her car off in a jump
and drove in such speed dashing through
hip hopping through the streets
knocking every pedestrian who crossed by
hitting all the cars that came opposite
throwing the vehicles that went in front
She went in deadly speed almost like a whirl wind
and reached her destination on a late hour
where her little one was standing out
all alone near the gate of her school.
The mother in her became so violent
that she forgot all norms and factors
Great goes the motherly instinct.
Talking with reason has been deserted.
Now talk for reason has been inserted.
The subtle difference goes in the hanging
letting all in way of balancing.
A curious feeling is holding many a talk
The desire to excel being the prime stalk
The intention to extract gets the follow.
The thought to win by gibberish scaling comes from the hollow.
A sudden piercing and an immediate tearing turn the tides.
As and when there occurs a stalemate the irrelevance takes over in stride
In the fashion that talks proceed and pull over through jaunts
focusing mainly on the necessity and of greatly the wants
the real essence of talk gets lost in the wilderness
as 
self deceit and self-esteem find an appearance
relaying the foundation of the most simplified communication.
Perceptions go for a take
and a call extraneous
making them almost spectacular.
Perceptions do differ
with extractions dissimilar
demanding an intrinsic validity.
Perceptions occasionally converge
with impressions familiar
distributing a conformity regular.
It is a dream that takes me through.
It is a stream that makes me go through.
It is a cream that adds to my charm.
Well, it is a scream that makes me back always.Variationd 
The early morning breeze blows on noiselessly.
Just up from the bed and stretching out lethargically
the bright sunshine gushes through the window hastily
Opening out the window and peering through curiously
see the greenery and flowers greeting you lovingly
as the tender breeze strikes through your face ligthly
you could feel the difference of the fresh breeze noticeably.
Locked all through the night under the control of electrical gadgets lonely
the fan and the air conditioner rendering a coolness much-needed artificially
relieving and diffusing the perspiration and stuffiness mechanically
The morning breeze knocks you down as it kisses your face softly
with the sweet fragrance that it brings along naturally
travelling through mounts and valleys which host largely
an abundance of vegetation that hold enormous value incidentally
bearing properties of medicinal texture and scented effervescence strongly
The daintily laden breeze delivers an intoxication at your door step voluntarily
while it
remains a mystery and an enigma all over the world fortunately
Amazing it is to experience Nature’s benevolence at your portals eventually
brought by herself without any cost and expense almost daily.
All things great and small
all things short and tall
all sounds loud and soft
all sounds high and loft
all scenes good and great
all scenes simple and moderate.
all thoughts ideal and idealistic
all thoughts straight and didactic
all beings pretty and beautiful
all beings ordinary and resourceful
are found in the world wonderful
and it is Lord God who 
made them all.
Thinking of this world and its people
gives me a feeling sad and painful.
Not knowing how to claim the wisdom
that has carried us all through the times
I sit back looking aghast of the great fall
The society not of any particular region
but consisting of the whole world in session
passes through a catastrophic involvement
stripping all of us of our achievements
suppressing us to a state of depression
indicating an expensive repercussions.
The world as it appears now and would in future
has been saddled by vices of alarming stature
that greed and deceit take us all over
pressing us to push the qualities lower
that of give and take, forget and forgive
modesty and moderation have lost their drive
while publicity and self trumpeting overwhelm
allowing the top people in the realm
perform with expensive and exalting acquisitions
making the world a place of 
irrelevant habitation
where there is no peace and tranquillity
but where prevails money and infidelity
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