Meenas PoemsWait for the right time they say
what would it do in a way?
Nothing great as they say
but would bring a great delay.
Waiting for an opportunity right
is but a deformity straight
Waiting is a postponement not a fight
allowing us to lose the sight.
Every time is the right time for me
as I 
go about like a bee
I wait for nothing to happen in glee
as waiting insists a flee.
Nothing more to write
says the mind in straight.
Nothing more to think
sees the mind with a blink.
Nothing more to solve
calls the mind with a resolve.
Nothing more to wrap
tells the mind with a snap.
Nothing more a to be found
as the mind shuts things around.
Thunders rock the sky
bringing excess rain along
resonating and rejuvenating
at the same time.
Differences do crop up on and off
between husband and wife with a scoff
mostly with a harshness in the pay off .
Well ! that is how life is made off
ignoring the faults totally with a laugh
appreciating the merits greatly with a smile
there would be enlivening harmony all the while
with that marriages would run smoothly without derail
calling off uninvited divorces and separation
leaving the children to live in peace in integration
under the canopy of love and care in absolute 
definition
Calling mamma all over the world
echoed as ” amma” to me in India
with that the similar words
rhyming the same every time
get a conspicuous tone and sound
peculiar to the region and dialect
strange in places away with an insight
becoming an incoherent murmur right.
Well, that being so goes the most familiar word
taking a different cue and interpretation loud
the most common word as simple as now
gets into the wave and sounds no
with that the denial gets linked up closely
leading to a controversy unexpectedly
as also the other much used word fat
falls into another’s ear as fought
provoking an anger of great limit beyond
landing one in great trouble in the surround.
The repetition and assumptions of rhymes mostly
with the variations in diction lands on a bounce greatl
Fascination about birthdays
excitement over that special day
the fun that comes with it freely
and the joy that brings to the child naturally
could be expressed in no way.
The child about four to ten mostly
feels at the top of the world intensely
as eyes run round her keenly
while she is cutting the cake gleefully
hearing the Happy Birthday cries.
The tempo goes on for ever almost
as certain individuals on the most
go through the same thrill utmost
with an even more exaltation foremost
as they cut their cake happily
with
ninety-one candles lit.
Birthdays bring joy for children primarily
with a new dress and a celebration regularly
while the seniors go with the rituals fervently
with a fear in mind and a desire to have a longevity
hoping not to suffer any malady and illness
but badly wanting to extend life with a fullness.
A steam goes up in fumes 
be it from a burnt charred debris
or be it a sigh of anguish somewhere.
Facilitating gets ahead with a choice
as how to do it well in poise
helping the one with great ease
doing it with little or no fees
becoming a business gradually
coordinating and linking 
eventually
taking pains to deliver on time
holding a risk at times
satisfying the receiver and the giver
as mercy is twice blest altogether
facilitation is double-edged in truth
going by the transactions in faith
any fall out would bring heart burns
spoiling the relations in turns
A careful handling itself becomes expensive
as it involves great care in the defensive.
Deliberating on a point
wanting to find out in a joint
could one believe people around
could one go by their advice in sound
This happens to me in periods
when some event becomes tedious
considering the imminence
overseeing the inference.
With the thought there arises a situation
as to trust the friends with total obsession
also to have faith in relatives seriously
gaining a perplexity in terms incidentally.
The dilemma sticks on all through
setting a nervousness not new
believing or not takes the foremost
losing interest in the specific event utmost.
A call in the early hours
came from a senior lady
not for anything serious
but for a help really
though not a very big obligation
nor an expensive deal rather
being a small purchase in supposition
that of a zari dhoti in grandeur
she still is overseeing meticulously
the husband’s need in detail
wanting to complete his wardrobe carefully
with this special buy in retail
loving to see him attired so finely
for the forthcoming festival
Diwali the one of lights mainly
expressing her love for him subtly.
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