Meenas Poems| That being a revenue
comes not from one venue pours from different avenues hard it is to review harder still to view Could it be from a fair source? what could be the resource? the mind prods and probes unnecessarily it debates knowing the revenue is illicit the restlessness requires no elicit leave it as a chaff in the threshold go about with a freehold as you have lots to do in genuine and lot more to execute in sanguine |
I write with a fear
a fear that builds up
as I get near
near to publishing
I publish with the same fear
a fear that keeps nagging
Once published I fear
a fear that makes me not sleep
Well, the response causes a fear
a fear that I should not be condemned
So many fears surround me
while I start to write
not enough still to restrict
me from writing till.
Could it be this?
could it be that?
held me in forte.
it could be this.
it could be that
folded me in a throttle.
it is this
it is not that
prepared me for the worst.
This and that
that and this
kept me awake for long.
This or that
that or this
ignored passes off as it comes.
The sun rises high nowadays
the households get busy each day
small balls of finely chopped onions
look like red shining minions
when sauteed with salt, chilly and dhal
laid in neat sheets under the sun
a preparation for the year
followed by rice wafers white and clear
the indigo brinjal slices come up
with yellow mango slices joyous to sup
many more delicacies get done
the processes are in a way fun
in practice makes use of solar energy
long back consumed by our womenfolk in synergy
An episode I recollect
makes me both happy and sad
it is one of my childhood in fact
about the gooseberry both good and bad .
Gooseberries bloom in December
relished by all, old and young
the salted ones take the cue of amber
while being delicious makes one strong
Gooseberries are a storage of resources
replenish vitamins and iron profuse
the small round fruit is silky, not coarse
hard for anyone to refuse.
Gooseberries represent a quality less
not too enjoyable as the one physical
referred to a muff and the brainless
know not how this came into being.
That day in school long years ago
a friend of mine broke down all too sudden
as a reference had hurt her ego
interrogated her to know the reason.
After a time, she came out
in between her sobs said with a whimper
she is a gooseberry all throughout
as to her dearest pal’s quote
Gooseberries that command merit
play this role in the abstract fare
there are two sided to the coin of credit
one is
fair other turns bare.
I
t is a confession more or less
it is a swear on God nevertheless
says a brother to others around
has not cheated his sibling in any round.
Does it not sound meek or a tone down?
I deliberate with a frown.
Why this change of mind so sudden?
is it a the release of the burden?
As I go with such thoughts
remember how they fought
not so much in the younger days
much in their fifties in continuous stays
not face to face as you would assume
in courts beyond any presume
day after day, month after month
their lawyers argued in full mouth
with the compromise arrived
a consent order derived
nothing still executed for long
comes these words not very strong
a swear on the almighty
with no real faith entirely.
Prayers change for the better
pray with a full heart
an attempt with half heart
would turn bitter.
Pray for you not alone
think of others known or unknown
let not your mind be blown
with thoughts of your own.
Worship is an exercise
best be in solitude
the new found franchise
diffuses the amplitude.
Most talk about the rituals
ignorant of the factual
impose in a manner casual
end up in chaos eventual.
The way I was brought up
in grace and comfort all in ups
yet with a discipline untold
never was allowed to fold
learnt the lessons of life either wise
both hard and easy in tries
a mother always firm and watchful
a father mostly busy but wonderful
in a surround genial and generous
guests hopped and flocked most times
food served with warmth all times
did nothing of the household chores
yet observed them with a force
directions came from mom then and there
earned distinctions and prizes fair
excelled in music and dance all the more
never was allowed to come to the fore
a restriction on socializing was implemented
a freedom on activities special got supplemented
with in-house tutors and books to assist
read with interest not once desisted
altogether was fondled and shaped with caution
Did I rise up to my mom’s expectation?
She goaded me to do more and more
and wanted me to reach the galore.
That much I know of my mother’s wish
know not whether I attained the status.
The leaves fall in autumn
makes the trees bare.
The snow falls in winter
makes one stare.
The rustle of leaves
and the spread they do
the sheet of ice
and the wonderful scenario
give a natural sequence
one that of a yellowish attire
spreads charm and warmth.
Pure with a delinquency
seems the whitish fleece
remember the land has a choice
its facelifts with a tweeze
knows that monotony is drab
only colour adds to the glow 
this quality renders a love
yellow that of a pleasure
while white lends a purity
that be so with the earth not alone
stretches to all elements in a tone.
Speeding fast the highway
the cars go through all the way
with a brisk and with a fast remit
mindless of the prescribed limit
the cameras set on points
capture the speeders at all joints
be it in corners,,turns, morning or night
put them in a situation tight
not all at once as they are bound
at an interval of few days in the round
charge them a hefty sum
the drivers pay the fee handsome
speed past the highway as usual
they take the summon casual 
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