Meenas PoemsIt was a few years back
we were going in a pack
up on a mountain which was black
there seemed to be cracks
as fissures were seen in the rack
that made efforts difficult to track
we strolled over there in a slack
munching the hot snack
staying there for an hour with a hack
hoping to get through the stack
but could not push
through with knack
so got down the hill intact
abandoning the try with exact.
With a curious mind
and a regular writing
I do things with reckoning
that call for attention
seeing some hazard not permissible
where the environment
faces danger and destruction
I am up in arms not literally
taking my pen with a speed
as the pen being my weapon
my face not being known
I go about in this world
reforming a little in a way
a fair share of my participation
coming out of the eventuality
soon come the vigilance
setting right the damage
being my 
contribution to society
from which I have gained much
a small rectification to the city
which has given me place to live
so far and so forth all through
I do a little by way of service
though not much to the world
which remains the pivotal point
which stands with open arms
embracing the good and bad
Talking to my children over the week ends
has been my routine for years together
I talk to them without an end
not knowing what way to end altogether
but keeping awake all of us for hours
as one lives in the north in a time zone
whilst the other in the south with another time ever
with the variations of morning and evening alone
the last one living in the middle almost same time as mine
as both of us live around the tropics in tone
we go on talking apart from the time with shine
away from the time, beyond the time in glue
with a giggle and a chuckle all through
with tears and a weep while coming to a close
brushing aside the tears that trickle down true
hanging up with the anticipation of resuming in the next week-end
our life has been going about with talking and seeing over the net
very much assuaging and comforting to a great extent in 
a trend
though not as reckoning of the physical touch and proximity
that had been denied to us by living miles apart in frequency.
It being a starry night
with the darkness covered tight
the flickering of the moon
and twinkling of the stars soon
showed up as a lovely sight
with the illuminated night
sparkling with a gusto and light
while the chilliness of the season
lent charm with a reason
sending an enamoured fervour
along with a rapturous ardo
ur
as I sat on my ease chair
gazing at the spectacular fair.
Meenas Poems 