Meenas PoemsBlasphemous it is
Disastrous it turns.
Dubious it seeks.
Devilish it looks
Pernicious it sounds.
All the indices in one
He being a confirmed villain
hiding behind a peculiar 
garb
deceitfully cunning and highly cantankerous
a disdainful vampire in the go.
I have won.
Really,I have won.
It being an award
which is its own reward.
I stand tall and proud
among the learned crowd.
I think of my cute blog
I usually log
not once or twice
but by 
how many tries
I really do not know
as it is my resting place and flow
where my thoughts gather
where I sit for hours rather
writing what all I experience
not bothered about their relevance
It being a canvas little and colourful
wherein my feelings get sketched in full
not with paint and caricatures
but with words and features
extolling the greatness of nature
enhancing the human qualities in stature
finding myself occupied all through the day
at times in the nights too in a way
with my children all living far
with no duties and customs to bar
I keep on writing with a fervour
with my mind always in a hover
while my body is at a position static
my thoughts go about ecstatic
therein comes the creativity in hand
which slowly and gradually disbands
with the expressions come my reflections
one by one they fall into places in conjunction
with the language with which I am familiar
being a perception that might be unfamiliar
I write for long casting my spontaneous feelings
deftly and skilfully adorning my ramblings
finding a place in the word press platform
that inadvertently has lent a lively form
with that my poetic sojourn which began a few years ago
is rising up to levels not very great but remarkable in the go
with my followers increasing slowly and steadily
while most of my poems gaining readership readily
my tryst with writing has started off though late
I hope would stand the test of times and find a rate
being appreciated for its simplicity and lyricism
along with the dominance of rhythm and surrealism.
With winning this award as a senior I stand with pride
recalling the day I clinched the University top rank in glide
memories keep gushing one after another in great stride
raising me aloft and high with an applause and appreciation by the side.
Limitations you must know
as you are bound by it in toe
whether you like it or not anyhow
you have to go by it as of now.
Being paid for your services
tells you of your duties in prefixes
what to do and what not in suffixes
be your motivation in appeases.
Jumping beyond your norms
talks ill of your form
gaining the indignation in storm
upsetting the tradition with harm.
The man in topic always
goes in irrelevant pace
releasing an abnormal gaze
converting things hard to face.
He should be restricted at any cost
no matter what his age be at cast
has to be shown his place at last
or else to be thrown out fast.
Annoyed at impertinence
I sat in a corner
gazing at the sky
with my mind at vie.
The battle of wits
as it would go
gave a severe blow
while the mind fell apart.
The atrocity was overwhelming
The man being paid
exceeding the prescribed limit
made the heart sad.
He taking for granted
went up and down
being discourteous to his chief
incurring the wrath in brief.
The coterie which surrounds him
unknowing of his status
inflates his ego so high
making him tall and sly.
Time has come to circumscribe
putting 
him under control
if not he has to be chucked out
lest he would pose a thorn throughout.
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