November 12, 2014 – Meenas Poems

The boy of long years

full of life and cheer

once very aggressive and bashful

has become now a man wonderful

solemn and gentle in tone

not because of his choice alone

turned so to adjust to his wife

who keeps him in strife

behaves with a lot of indifference

pays scant or no reverence

belies herself in her attempts

treats all with a possible contempt

speaks loud and rude

her movements are crude

know the reason now for his change

a man I sympathise from a range

Ramblings

A Wait January 19, 2022

A day of waitthe one from nearthe other from dear. Both are to comethe tag with business prolongsthe link with relation pulls along. it is anxiety that takes controla fruitful turn meaning a definitecould bring rewards infinite. Pacing up and down’restlessness settlesuncertainity nettles. I sit unmovedwith fingers crossedeyebrows twitched. A message flashesr […]

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Travelling With Humiliations January 18, 2022

it is Hema, I heargrumbling,“It is not my mistake , not my mistake, anyway,” on and one she goes. Cannot find any mistakes. I am worried as she gesticulates, sobs, finally spills out, “born dark is not a sin”.Do I hear her right? Thrown out by the girl’s hurtI take a quick look at mine.More or less the same […]

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It Is Pongal January 14, 2022

Rituals and customs turn back breaking,It is Pongal, A decade backit was differentage was beside, help was in abundance. It turns out to be an one woman show, Pongal in the courtyard earthen pots and mud stoves,firewood, and decorations, curries and broths being almost nine in count clubbed with the auspicious, timings make me pant, The day before resolved […]

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Siblings January 10, 2022

I say one of a reckon,he replies a maize or sweet corn,expressing a scorn Another one is bornbeing christened as Omicronmilder mutation that darns, comes not alonewith a sibling in tone’called as Deltacron. Dawn sees hundredsdusk sees a floodof thousands instead. The rise turns magicalspread remains inimicalvariants of Covid typical.

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I wish January 9, 2022

Wishes remain wishesseeing snow, the fluffy ballwhite and coldnumbing the fingerslying like a white rollon the terrain. The other oneto see the worldeating whatevercomes in my wayovercoming the feelof nausea and distastei experience, Could these two be possiblein my lifetime? I ask,being me who is to blamedislikes out number the likescarrying along a quaints […]

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The Devil In Me January 8, 2022

A little patience, heart commandsa pause instructs my mind.I pay no attention,it is now and at oncecommence with a bang, Turning at times hystericallike a mad dog,I wag my tongueharsh and rudelike a hungry tiger. Blood shot eyes,expressive of indignationenhance my seethingtemper and I appearmore or less like a devil.

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Keeping Afloat January 7, 2022

Immersed in the day to day the simple and the complicated,the personal and businesspush me to the end of the world. Before I could get upanother one comes from nowheredumps me in with a force I sink faster than before. That is how my life moves one going in and coming out like a fish unable to find a status. […]

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Half A Century January 1, 2022

It is been nearly half a century two years shot in realco existing with one a life partner, who blames me for the failures. Shouts clenching his teeth, “It is because of you”,good things escapehearing the first time I became frightened , Year after yearthe allegations grow more in number, “it is you and it is you”always and ever, I have turned […] […]

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An Intervention December 30, 2021

Renu stays stoic staring for hours“it is mine , it is mine”she cries. She holds it dearclose to her bosomthe evil man tries to pull with force. Renu holds firmly allowing not an inchhe attempts with renewed vigour. It is an unequal fight, he a burly male, she a petite girl,the tug and pull continue Renu fights. Her possessionlies straight on […] […]

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Many More years December 28, 2021

Deep into the mundane,where finance overcomes. I write, strike, overwrite, rewrite and finally enter. It is taxing as the taxation weighs heavy on the back, scroll up and down seeking loops to bring down, a mind blowing effort keeps my fingers tapping while my toes stand up allowing me not a position both of sitting and standing. I pierce through the screen […]

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