Meenas PoemsListening to music keeps me fine
taking the tense away with a shine
as I lend my ears to every line
my heart goes out to the words in nine
leading me to forget to dine
as I throw my soul into it in a bind
not knowing what is happening in a wind
I sit totally enraptured and become blind
not literally but metaphorically in hind
with a throb and an advance in kind
I lose myself to the nuances of music
as I revel and rejoice in its delicious mystic.
It has been a day of confrontation
not one of great importance
but one of great nuisance
with the in fight among the servants
one blaming the other over dominance
one accusing the other of authority
bringing in a commotion chaotic
know not how to control the trouble-shooter
as he being the chef getting taller
for that very reason and culinary skill
treating the rest with disdain by shouting shrill
every day dawns with a plight and noise
I have to deal with that having no choice
with an added out burst of temper from the master
who butts in with a least knowledge but into it faster
blaming me 
for the whole confusion and pandemonium
saying that I am inept in dealing with these tedium
I stay put blinking widely at the abyss
feeling in a sort of being equal to a rubbish
Grabbing the offers
filling the coffers
has been in light
though with a foresight
many go with a caution
not taken away by emotion
they do express thrift
not enamoured by the gift
applying a measure modest
going with a practice hardest
resisting the temptation
restraining the directions
that lead to a buy out
not thinking about the fall out
which is the result of such offers
finally emptying the coffers
Out in the field there I see greenery
it captivates me being a lively scenery
the paddy has grown so well and looks pretty
with yellow grains dangling from the land’s kitty
there they seem to hold every perceiver straight
making his face light up looking at the awesome freight
being the heavy grains glittering over the stalk and above
there be a charm most graceful and condescending with the bow
as the grains heavy pull the stalk down indicating that it is done
bidding the farmer to harvest the strains otherwise they would be gone
carried away by wind and eaten up rodents and birds instead
proposing a waste over the toil and sweat the farmer has shed
compelling him to go about his work with concentration quick
as he would be rewarded
with a bounty that being the trick.
Climbing uphill is a task
Going downhill is a bask
Getting upward in life is hard
going downward is a dodge
that be the universal rule
we play about like a fool
spoiling what we achieve
squandering that 
we strive
demoting the priorities
destroying the intricacies
that becomes a strike
dashing as a swipe
indicating a fall
but left without a call.
Flesh hanging loose
came a man with choose
forcing a truce.
It was a genial tone
bringing back memories begone.
calling little ahead of the show
the voice expressed a glow
impressing one with an invite cordial
going on with a cheer inimical
unable to find who it was
recollecting the voice not harsh
could not make out the caller
went on talking with a feeler
finally got a catchy clue
tracing the huskiness in the vocal cue
concluded it was a friend of past
who was close with me till the year last
but now living far away in a land
with a status tall and grand
still remembering me with unsurpassed love
making me rejoice with an unparalleled joy
The thought of concluding the purpose
with a finish not with a suppose
growing strong in my mind in years
gets thwarted with the drag and fears
implicated by those who surround me
from whom I want to flee
but cannot do for reasons monetary
holding me on the anvil rightly or wrongly
seems to be an ambush with an entanglement
based on a committed predicament
barring the progress with a lot more strain
keeping one always tied up with a drain
know not how to get over this hurdle
as most part is a great muddle
tracking the moves undertook
going through the papers in several strokes
has been the conduct of my life all through
waiting patiently for things to be set right in slow
that takes the breath out of me all the more
causing a setback and a depression in the fore.
stars shining and glittering
moon shining
sun shining heavily
the day is finishing quickly
my heart is sparkling
Ifeel like laughing
I feel happy when I see
because you are my grandmother.
you always make me happy.
you tell nice things about me.
you always shine in my eyes.
I will MISS YOU APPATHA.
I
will always be with you for a feeling.
I always think a about you in my present.
I hope you understand me forever.
love meenu
A poem written by my grand daughter showing her feelings towards me.
It was in the evening
the city was teeming
as people went shopping
being a week-end
this being a trend
when people go about swiftly
buying things rather quickly
the groceries being bought
the vegetables and fruits 
being procured
with that goes the shopping
then comes the home coming
which involves a relax and a retiring
getting refreshed for the week day
as the days involve work without any play
making man an idiot and a slave at the same time
as he is running after money all the time
needed to sustain him and his family all through
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