Meenas Poems
That be a silence
that be a quietness
still and sombre
sober and quaint
a little awesome
more into dreary
a walk to the corner
seems a horror
a look down the lane
is a strain terrible
flowers burst out in colours
trees put forth a greenery
the path is immaculate
none the else to groan
not the more to mourn
yet there is a succour
a way into the realm of fear.
The Niagara falls
tumble with a sonorous gaiety
harsh in rhythm
Back again in my home
relaxing in a way casual
look out of the patio in general
my eyes wander in a roam
a man and his wife walk aplomb
a scene very simple and normal
a cyclist goes on the road as usual
followed by a car in close comb
the sounds are so intense
a buzz almost beyond control
life is clearly seen in every action
a contrast to the experience recently in a sense
a quietness impressive not enough to fold
the liveliness I behold with fascination
The greenery around
lush and pleasant
flower beds in a crescent
a brook with clear waters found
lies there a suburb with an abound
a population very decent
clean and clear is the environment
all convenience great and sound
all be so with a rhythm and rhyme
yet there lacks a charisma
could not be explained in the ordinary
the silence occupies the prime
appears like an unobtrusive enigma
where life assumes a slot not primary.
I see a sheep
timid and tired
with it a goat
foolish and blurred
led by a herdsman
fragile and frightened
cross through the land
bumpy and rugged
the weather is cold
snowy with a blizzard
all three walk ahead
stuttering and scared
all in a way the sheep cries
the goat chuckles and mutters
the man whistles and guffaws
the group goes past
the hill in great spirit
being a travel less known.
It is a beautiful May morning
the sun is in its full strength
could see the joy around in full length
the eyes of the children are sparkling
while they go up and down in the swing
they count the moves up to the tenth
they sigh and let out their breath
as they go high up all giggling
it is a pleasure to watch them play
not they know beyond that
a momentous rejoice it seems
an experience that stays for the day
not bothered of any other thing after that
peace transcends subtly in a seam.
Professionals you command respect
so long, you take care of the ethics
when you link to the prospects
you play cleverly with politics
focusing on financials
your commitment becomes secondary
so work culture loses its essential
whilst monetary attains the primary slot
charges on an hourly basis are on rampant
you transform into Shylock
squeeze your clients to a dampen
deluge them with so many blocks
the sense of professionalism is lost
you being in the team of lawyers
your pursuit is not professional at any cost.
The overcrowded house
not with people anyway
cramped with furniture
not in one area as such
almost in places as many
find hard to discard or condemn
as all are of value great and top-notch
with intricate designs everywhere
prominent in looks almost anywhere
know not how to arrange likewise
with an unpleasant underwrite
blink through the whole effort
a hard task whatsoever I undergo
postpone the decision to offload
as I feel they are part of me in the run
have to work and consider the move fast
hope to settle the score in a way harmless
a manner equivocal in a sense altogether.
It is a return all the more
back from the strange shore
well into the original land
the physique still a little away
the time very much in the sway
the mind not in the path
could feel a strike although
be that of a besiege in the flow
the one or the other in a swarm
play a dubious act in force
well, that is how it closes
snarls and sneers all around
fatigue overtakes in a bound
long to take off again in fear.
Contemplating on her utterance
found out there is no relevance
says she with a gusto irrational
her eyes emit a hostility invariable
the thought of her sends a feel
not one of admiration in deal
but of contempt on the whole
she spills out thoughts full
loaded with animosity entire
What for, I do not know?
Is it prejudice all the more?
Is it pride that makes her so?
Best, not to think about it
as she holds no merit.
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Meenas Poems 