Meenas PoemsThe thoughts widen
when you see out
of your range
The mind brightens
when you experience
beyond your limits.
It might sound unusual
away from the norms
but whatever be that
the expansion is lively
the extension stimulates.
Go with it steadily
the enlightenment descends
with an illumination
that be the grace
that be the poise
which makes us better
than the counterparts.
The elections over
the majority triumphs in hover
the minority lower.
Poetry should be a seizure
it should be a shake
it is a bolt from the blue
say many critics
I do not go by them
poetry is a pleasure
an expression of the mind
comes from the depth of the heart
loaded with feel and rhythm.
My way of writing is thus
might be a sober vent out
a sullen let out from the heart
that on the flow might be slow
makes you listen with attention
where you identify with the poet
slowly you lose yourself in his thoughts
that be the grasp.
of the poem
and the grip of the poet.
The furlong is replaced
the mile is not seen
the yards have disappeared
come now the kilometers
that be for the distance
accompanied by their sisters
brothers and cousins
for weight and height
the width and length
get a new measurement
the change is the only thing
that be permanent
so we could envisage
another system
soon
that qualify the measurements
with the F.P.S system
giving way to the C.G.S
there might another alphabetic coinage
appropriate for the new.
that be too soon
as we get bores with the existing
Change makes us revel and enjoy
The week seems to be long
with nothing to do all along
A visit here and a drop there
makes the week look all bare
The move is slow dead slow
there is no call to follow
yet I carry on with a gleam
a pretension it might seem.
It is so all in the mood
as there is nothing so good
I carry a load in my mind
what to do with it in kind
it is there with me for long k
keeps me in tension all along
Well, this be a lonely song
coming from a person wrong
.
The flower blooms
with a lovely fresh loom
seen through zoom.
The golden weave
around the sky
caused a heave
as the clouds sigh
The silvery clouds
move like a fluffy snow
as there is a thunder loud
which came down in a blow.
The twinkling stars high up
flickered in the night
the lightning in a gulp
swallowed the m in a flight.
The darkness was still
the golden hue has vanished
the silvery streak was not seen till
the sky lit up as though garnished.
The colourful blue sky
with the tinge of expensive complexion
looks now as though in a try
an almos
t pale reflection.
It is a shield
a shelter on the field
a tree standing high
where the monkeys fly
by the means of hop and a swing
they do that without wings
a chatter and a clatter heard
as they break the boughs with a dread
the leaves fall in a scatter
the flowers come down little later
the berries drop one by one
the monkeys come down with fun
collect the berries with cheer
cross the road without fear
munch the flesh and throw the nuts
with a force as they fall into the guts
away they climb up the tree once again
that be for a profit and a gain.
Regional the likes be
Continental the dishes be .
national the interests be
International the attractions be.
The culture is centric
there be a difference eccentric
with the attire an idealistic
the diction being distinctive.
There is a demarcation direction wise.
The eastern becomes traditional wise
with the western transforms to modernise
there be not any conceptualization otherwise.
The economy stands on a variation
The currency is in a fluctuation
The high and low causes the friction.
The exchange creates a distinction.
There is a valid demonstration
that of a lovable interaction
gives way to a comprehension
there ends up a delineation.
Goes the world so in a rotation
with the day and night in transmission
the days gather a nomination.
the nights conclude the denomination.
The stealth is in cats
The faith be it in dogs
The treachery found in fox.
the softness reflected in cows
The fierce be the lions.
The strike now does the snake.
The dull headed donkey brays.
The nimble-footed horse trots.
the little ant is full of energy
the little it can hold
Be it filled with enthusiasm
so goes on the world of animals
and that of the insects too
there be a quality for each breed
what could you attribute to the human race?
Think for a time and let me know.
Meenas Poems 