Meenas Poems
| Zero and infinity are not one and the same.
Zero is a nothing almost bare. infinity is everything uncountable. To me, both look one and the same as Zero encompasses everything in nothing while infinity encircles so many things beyond this might be that and that might be this not in real terms but that could be in abstract. |
Snow pummels all through
falls in a precipice without a clue
the cold sneaks into the bones
it is killing freeze in tone
know not where the houses stand
sheets of snow lie there as strands
a sudden spurt it was all in a burst
doors and panels all covered with the crust
vehicles have come to a halt and stay
passengers are stranded midway
nothing to drink or munch
could only drink snow as such
the thirst is satiated thus
it is a disbelief in full stretch
whiteness lies in a wretch
the Federation clasps its fingers in turmoil
redeeming itself is a task requiring toil
the onset of winter is harsh
wicked looks the white snow
disastrous would be the days ahead.
God be with you, Northern America!
With the darkness around
being impenetrable and dense
light is a rarity not to be tracked
negotiating the way through
signals fear and strife
yet it is an adventure to cross
the sea of darkness
that be in life and death
all simultaneously in a stroke
one who wins in life
loses himself in death
could be the other way round
as life and death are correlated
Strange it would be
dark does caress and lift
a dark phase in life
could be a bad one
a dark man out there
need not be bad
the night is dark
hosts slumber in all
sleep is a big deal
great in general feel
could be told of light
the light bothers and strains
the fair man amongst us
will not be just and fair
the day is bright
beholds crimes many
work all day is fine
a little rest gives a shine
Well, that be the thoughts
light and dark alternate
making day and night
they definitely moderate
themes good and bad
they do not have inhibitions
they occupy the space
they are a fit challenge
one vying in a combat.
They say dark is clandestine
it is they claim one of disdain
Whatever be its indemnity
all in its entity
assumes an apprehension
seems as a hallucination
discard not the darkness as frivolous
it is but vast and enormous
the darkness persists steadfastly
dissipating the clamour is beyond task
be it in the mind as abstract
be it in real as intact
dark holds a validity
could be that of any impunity
accept it with grace
it will pass off without a trace.
Grey is the sky
clouds moving shy
Where do they go?
seeing from low
gazing at it for long
stood there amazed
at the vastness exhibited
Would they bring rain?
that would lead to gain
Would they? would they?
the mind probes in dismay
as it hovers over the parched land
which once upon a time was grand
grains and millets filled the barn
now all seem to have gone
with the field gone dry
no produce to buy
a sign of famine perhaps
a fluctuation in seasons
could attribute no reasons.
W
hat ‘s next
keeps us going
a better tomorrow
we envisage
do we see?
Nope, we still hold
to see many tomorrows
this hope sustains
the will pulls us on
the man lives through.
Roses hold an enticing sight
no matter where they lie
be it on the plants around
be it strewn on the ground
they captivate the eyes
no matter what be their size
the smallest winks at you
while the biggest greets you
the blush seen in the red one
overwhelms us with a fun
the rosy rose smiles coyly
stretches our imagination extensively
there is abundant peace in the yellow rose
it is a transcendental feel in pose
that be of all the roses in a song
could also be a bouquet in form.
What then holds value?
cosmos turns a zero
man is null and void
Hands of God rule with authority
man rotates on his own axis in concentric
all with a selfish desire
goes in a circular mode entire
the start reaches the end
the end comes back to the start
around and around he revolves
thinking of himself alone
that be the darkness in stroll
as we go through the scroll.
If sleep be the case
would descend in phase
with or without light
slumber folds one slight
when at work or at ease
it might sound a tease
sleep is also a mystic
when at travel or at static
sleep does connote
a long one in the note
where eternity is a float
while darkness enters
without any falter
ensuring a conclusion
endorsing a no return
a defe
nce of darkness
seems a cry in a wilderness.
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