March 23, 2014 – Meenas Poems

The ruminations of the ocean
along with the reverberation of the waves
with the roaring wind blowing
arousing a fastidious resonance.

Nice to watch the sea forever
great to walk over the beach sand
lovely to watch the blue waters
flowing nonstop with a reverberation.

The wind laden with salt strikes the face
which becomes sticky in trace
the awe-inspiring ocean over the beachfront
kindles a thrill and excitement with fun.

The good part of the Ocean being so delightful
the wrong side of it is bewildering
the bewitching stretch of water at times
becomes unruly turning all topsy-turvy.

There being two sides of the coin
one leading to the other
a face shown being pleasant
a face invisible turning horrible.

The writing has a value great

be it a fiction or poetry whatever it be

anything put in words on paper

commands a respect and means truth.

Speak one can anything under the sun

talking high of that and this

looking nowhere else around

praising and bemoaning at the same time.

The basis of the eloquence be of strength

lively it goes with the oration

sprinkled with anecdotes real and false

heightened by way of fiery talk.

There be a clear distinction in writing

as it holds a meritorious significance

nothing could be set in black and white

without the fundamentals being right.

Words spoken flies in the air

words written hold waters forever

that be the reason all the while

taking writing as a sober reference.

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