Meenas PoemsA marathon it was
travel so tedious as all that
a night on the other end
a morning in the mid way
dusk finds you at the farthest side
a real twenty-four hours so quick
a full turn around the world
never could you believe
have to wind the watch
not once but thrice
saw the dark stillness twice
all in a day it happened
being a fly back home.
The day is beautiful
intermittent showers
the demure sunlight
a cool breeze enthrall
all set to entice
I hear a music
comes not from anywhere
but from myself
a song of my life
hums in my ears
the notes go up and down
expressing the joy with a gusto
intimating the sadness with a feel
synchronising the glory in cheer
reflecting on the losses in grim
the high intonations with melody
merge with the low notations softly
the song goes on for hours
my eyes become moist
wiping them gently
I stare in front of me
the greenery bewitches
the bare trees devastate.
I never swallow food in a hurry
take a time and do it without worry
even when I am in a fury
I chew and eat 
.leisurely.
Might be that quality of mine
makes me patient not only while I dine
persevere I relentlessly with a bind.
this way I extend a system of a kind.
Patience emulated proves expensive
as I deal with things not impulsive
the tolerance level is intrusive
I never take anything offensive.
Again, this attitude brings no result
as I stay unperturbed by any tumult
passive I am without any fault
a loser I am by default.
I watch through the window
see a bright sun out
With all enthusiasm, I go out
and get stuck by a wind flow.
The sun is there in full
It is radiant and nice
Yet, it is chill in ties
the winds bring the cool.
Heard, that the sun scorches
it beats the elements in the strength
but it is a falsity in length
as winds excel in few pockets.
I perceive the force of winds
not alone in speed as of earlier
I experience the biting cold’s succour
as they flow through the fore and hind.
I pity you, the great golden Sun
You, who I thought was unsurpassable
appear sheepish here in all possible
Well, that is also a part of fun.
The distinction I see
while I go past the border
the two countries they be
very similar in order
people of multi races
whites, blacks and reds
lands almost the same in base
vast and varied in a sense
the one looks so fresh and fine
the other tired and withered
the cheerful almost now in a shine
the dreary already in troubled waters
as the finance seems to exert pressure
the employment being not a glitter
the whole nation seems to be in a fissure
Well! the” big brother” has become old
not ancient as most lands of the world
been fully spent and in fatigue untold
the country that remained modest and bold
now glimmers with a glow not too gaudy
trends to be healthy and steady
a difference I could behold in all dimensions
seen through as in all infusions.
A feel I cannot explain
I am at a loss rather
Could not decipher
What could it be?
I really wonder.
I sit in a corner
Casually I gather
as my thoughts meander
down I go yonder
I sulk and garner
Sure, it is a pain
I cannot feign
I see no gain.
Away from my home
a holiday it is in a way
being a month and more
I am out of home for long
hopping to strange places
back to the den to rest awhile
I resume the move very soon
become exhausted so quick
unknowingly arises a desire to return
as the comforts of my own home
so difficult to sideline and ignore
press me to get back fast
nothing much of a difficulty
I now spend time with the dear ones
loving and cheerful the day passes
yet I am not able to suppress my longing
the call becomes even more loud
I would be off in a few more days
back to my little haven
the space where I rejoice
the place I hold so close.
The east slog
all through the fog spins and blends
builds and blends
makes and toil
all go in a foil
while the west
takes it for a test
sells them on its own brand
Crafted, exquisite and grand
the eastern countries manufacture
the westerners go off in a stature
that is what I see in the malls
the eastern expertise gives a timid call
from where they are in the inner labels
as the artefacts lay there on the table
Well, it is the pain I experience
as I with moist eyes gather the inference
textiles and kitchenette,
hardware and other indents
carry the name of the nations
that lie in the eastern destinations.
Do they receive the proper compensation?
or they stay demure with paltry intimations.
Gosh! incidentally the sun rises in the east
Go atop the hill
if that be your will
sit there in solitude
would meet a beatitude
a course so much practical
could be not more inimical
as many crave to do nirvana
a status so hard to reach
I differ from the multitude
again you could see my attitude
any place wherever you be
no matter you be a busy bee
peace would be with you
once you withdraw from the crew
away you could be in the crowd
hearing nothing of the loud.
The chatter in loud synergy
would never sap your energy
you could be well within you
with eyes and ears open in true
never give a thought to that around
as they would keep you in bound
think not of any of them in a persist
this is the best way to exist.
The night watchman he is
say that he sits with eyes open
I have a one at home
who sits with half-closed eyes
starts to nod as the hours fly
snores loud as the midnight come
sleeps full as the wee hours descend
turns alert at the rise of dawn
stands cheerful and smart in the morn
Well! a duty bound officer in charge
pleased to have one with a fair charge
a figure in the watchman’s robe
a ploy to show off the house is secure
a note of vanity in me well explained.
Meenas Poems 