Meenas PoemsSinging with eyes closed
Dancing to the tune
thrilled and excited
exalted and ecstatic
he danced and danced.
Tears treckled down
Lips quivered
eyelids battered
he sang and sang,
As he danced
he called krishna
he cried out to Kesava
appeared the little Kanna
with a smile and twinkle
putting his toe in his mouth.
With an inborn liking for art
I go up and down the gallery
pretending to admire the primary
adding each one to the wish cart
suppressing the desire to buy
as the spending mounts
and as the buying needs no urgency.
This liking drives me mad
with the mind refraining the buy
the heart promotes the purchase
torn between the dilemma
I stand helpless for a while
a conflict of reason over rhyme arises
Reason being well based
with a rationality and validity
whatever may be the authenticity
it could not overcome the passion
and I go on with my desire
not minding the monetary pressure.
placing myself once again in credit crunch
with a bulk buying in a bunch.
The isms take us far
Realism is a factual crisis.
going by the real is not easy
getting by the facts is dizzy
sticking to truth is fishy
difficult it might sound
strange it might be found
risky it is also on ground.
Realism is a favoured by few
who most feel go without clue.
as most take the easiest tool
being not wanting to be a fool
they change with the times
sing the tunes in rhymes
making people believe in fake
deserting truth for its sake.
Ever easy to utter lies
and go by lively buys
forsaking the real
going by the virtual
that appears then and there
never emboldened and bare
Well it is but rational and fair
adapting to the worldly care.
Realism has become an anachronism
as all the other isms
it is an outdated portfolio
very much not in the folio
Each one has its compulsions hard
with that they carry on in the card
adjusting to their suitability and convenience
that being the most lively ambience.
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