Meenas Poems
Never there is peace
Ever there is tease.
Never there is a cease.
Ever there is a seize.
Not anymore silence around.
More of noise all around
Not anymore satisfaction around
More of greed all around,
Neither there is harmony in the day
Nor there is symphony in the play
Neither there is amity in the way
Nor there is diligence in the fray.
That be the mode of living
greatly defined by a killing
A disaster across the being
a destroy of the surrounding.
It being a long road
Very wide and broad
With nothing in between
No town or village seen
Going through it is an experience
Relieving the feelings tense
The length being not certain
The travel seems to have no pattern
With no place to stop over and rest
The drive grants a lively test
The endurance works to a maximum
With the exhaustion making one dumb
The long journey does not seem to end
Lending a parallel to the life’s bend
That of going through the ordeals with belief
Hoping to come out with a blissful relief.
Well, the travel this way by a drive straight
Symbolically illustrates the life’s sail too, right!
The wrath portends a sway
That be of a vengeance
Carried from times long
That be of the filial hatred
Concentrating on the wealth
The family inherited
Having been divided partially
The least beneficiary nurturing a grievance
That inebriated him for long
Being unable to solve in his lifetime
Passed on to his son
Who being a young man
With the youth in his side
The fresh blood took up arms
Gunning and shooting his cousins
That paved the way for a cessation
Making the town fall apart
Those who support the other one
Became the targets of the affected
That went on for years
People holding a grudge against each other
The patrolling force could do no wonder
Except for a few arrests now and then
A small deviation sowed the way for discrimination
Tearing the town, then the nation on the whole
With the civil war on the anvil
There lay a great danger ahead
Such do the Asian nations
Fight each other without any reason
Forgetting they were good neighbours in the past
Opening their portals to the western military action
Who stay long making much of these petty trivial
Fattening their own nation in the milieu
Impoverishing the fighting nations
Rejection is sad
it is not all bad
convert it 
to glad.
The flight to a country
known or unknown
speedy it might be
is an affair tiring.
The flight in economy class
seats all together
with no leg space
all cramped it is.
Nothing to sip or drink
no water to quench the thirst
all is for money
nothing offered free.
The reservation of seat
costs you money
the extra baggage allowance
demands more money.
The walk round the aisle
to the airport is too long
with ups and downs too many
the immigration very strict.
The customs do the check
the security check goes on
in not one place
every other thing is opened.
Belts are removed
shoes are turned upside down
hand baggage is scanned
the man is also checked twice.
All thse go in the routine
the man sits tight in his seat
squeezed in between the two mighty
a terrible travel all the more.
The security checks go wayward
at times there is a slip
that proves to be expensive
with life in threat.
The planes zoom around
north to south in force
east to west in trend 
without any interruptions
.
The travel is attractive
once inside it is debilitating
a longing to land is pressing
a wish to fly no more .
Met a lady a few months back
from an origin distant
naturalised with years
now in her ripe age
who had hitherto
been a practitioner
of local customs
as she had got married into
an unknown family of distinct culture
she in her active years was
a stickler to the conventions
as age is picking up
has
by now gone back
to her native dress
comfortable in her attire
at home to speak her own language
looks as though she finds
a solace and ease all through
implies that whatever might be
the home is always sweet and close.
Enthusiasm is a spirit
it is also a drab
a desire to accomplish
a feverish one might be
spurs up at the moment
drives one to go ahead
grab the opportunity
and end up with a win.
The same feel is different
with people who leave it
allow it to settle down
there be no spirit whatsoever
a calm and relaxed approach
not moved by any tide
Well, there are two side
one be alert, the other be silent.
The enthuse you are
the more vibrant you be
the cool you are
the dull you should be
C
oolness is a virtue
without a doubt
but too much of it
turns out to be negative .
The vibration is an articulation
that calls for an action
The efforts you put go well
are in proportion to the achievement.
Drag and withhold are two weakness
that are found in cowards
the propitious trend in a way
is to seize the chance of the day.
Never believe in sorcery
never be tied up to superstition
these was my thoughts all the way
now I give in with distraction.
The change is by experience
seen through all these days
a drastic turn of events with relevance
quite unexpected and unbelievable in a way.
Wisdom has succumbed to perjury
Connivance gets through easily
along with witchcraft causes injury
the doom descends with a swiftness swiftly.
I did neglect sorcery initially
ignored them best for reasons
they are only illusions practically
but now I do believe the existence. 
Forget the bad
remember the good
the advice for all
easy to say
difficult to follow.
The evil remains in the heart
the hurt squeezes it
the stress beats it
the body succumbs
to the pressure .
The so say attitude
forget and forgive
found rarely
is a good stock
with a best result.
To play so on the bet
with th go getter tone
brings pleasure
all is well said
but hard to be done.
The physical wound
takes time to heal
so the mental agony
is not easy to be flushed
it lurks and lingers.
Any one can say anything
the man who has faced
the music discordant
has to level his thoughts
a version very dear.
It is a rose
a flower that rose
from the green stalk
being thorny in the neck
a small plant though
not with many boughs
steady in growth all through
gives out blossoms the year through
a beautiful little flower
the King of all flowers
in shades of pastel colours
there be also dark colours
red, blue and black
in bunches, clusters of stock,
a great delight to all
a greatest experience on the whole.
Meenas Poems 