July 28, 2014

How Long?

July 27, 2014

The Dainty Flower

July 27, 2014

The “Murai” As They Say.

July 26, 2014

Not The Hoary Past.

July 26, 2014

The Only Way

July 26, 2014July 26, 2014

The Street Walk

July 25, 2014July 25, 2014

Substitute

July 25, 2014

A Verse.

July 24, 2014

Grandma Calls.

Andy – My Friend. February 19, 2019
It is fun for Andy he tells lies in the go. One for today, bold and blatant another for tomorrow, sharp and straight. Andy is interesting. His excuses extend the reasons distend. He heaps up lies over lies A mountain of them confound you for a moment. Andy captivates. Talking unfounded is an art. Making […]
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Toothy Smile February 16, 2019
It is a turn back.The forgotten incidents are not too many. Majority remains fresh in memory. Events of joy do not stay for long. Those of hurt, of grief remain intense in mind. Paradoxical. The hard work I put n as a student, the exam fever the anxiety kindled during the publication of results still […]
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Afternoons February 14, 2019
The sun shines bright my eyes get sore. I lie on the floor and in no time I am fast asleep. Without a pillow nor a mattress I embrace slumber. The bare floor seems comfortable. All these years, I have foregone meals and other wants I never could sacrifice the afternoon siesta. Wherever I be, […]
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An Oxymoron -Crow February 7, 2019
Polish black and one eyed gait of disdain a crackling voice feet thin,unshaped the one who caws early in the morning. Perches on the sill savagely cleans the environ belies and betrays exists with pride in the midst of prejudice undaunted. The survival instinct the never care attitude the daring spirit connives with treachery an […]
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Jaspal No More February 6, 2019
The sound of a bike its roar and beat does not wake me up every morning. Jaspal, a burly young sikh comes speeding in mid morning at about eleven. On Fridays he supplies three bottles does not turn up till Monday. He has been with me for ten years. He forgets at times. I call […]
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Clash Of Titans February 5, 2019
It is a clash, not one of weapons that of minds. Apparently ugly, continues with unpleasantness should not turn into a disaste
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Both of Us February 4, 2019
the husband dons himself in pure white, the wife, I, seen in cotton sari made of hand loom. Starched and pressed. It may be an old school of thought – the way we have been and we are a pattern of our own, a style different. Our desire shows orthodoxy, seen in the simple food […]
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Being Not A honky Ponky February 2, 2019
Humid and sultry am unable to stand in the kitchen. The heat from the stove drains the energy I go on . Perspire. Get drenched. Stare at the flame. My eyes burn. I am in the middle.Cannot stop at any cost. Continue the toil. Being not a honky ponky character, I work steadfast. Like to […]
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Heartening January 28, 2019
The roads of my town look so bad. Emanate stench. Carry bags green, red, pink and white paper cups, plates lie in piles. Hailed as disposables they get distributed on the terrain fly when the wind blows, rise high being light. Remain an eyesore. The sweepers clean and load in trucks dump the disposables in […]
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Eh, You Man. January 27, 2019
Hijacked by loveliness I fly to the realms where beauty rules with grace. I espy a rugged stonedeficient in all dimensions lies on a hillock unnoticed. I go trekking a week after. A figure with fine lines smiles. I go near to find whether it is one real. The stone has turned life like. Ravishing […]
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Meenas Poems

It is a spontaneous overflow of poetic expressions.

Month: July 2014

How Long?

The Dainty Flower

The “Murai” As They Say.

Not The Hoary Past.

The Only Way

The Street Walk

Substitute

A Verse.

Grandma Calls.