Month: May 2015

Poetry

Truth Would never Let You Down.

Post author By meenas17
Post date May 5, 2015
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Angered at yesterday’s turn of events
fell on my bed with a split headache
what could be the reason for this advent?
I checked the days incidents for the sake
opening out the happenings and laying it bare
I found out the causes for the transformation.

Indeed, it is nothing to hurt the mind
it is but a gimmicky for the time being
the preamble for the stretch that lies behind
would come to light with the truth surfacing
that would be not in the recent as I feel
would break open when the time arises.

The truth could never be suppressed
it would come out with a spurt
none could restrict or repress
it would stand as evidence without request
that is the charisma of truth all said and done
a great quality that has to be enhanced all the more.

Tags Poem, Truth, value

particle Poetry ring

The Follicle

it is a follicle
a small particle
that lay beneath
very well underneath
nothing of value I thought
did not bother in a sort
as I was whiling away my time
the clock before me did chime
I rose up to go
noticed my ring in the go
saw a stone missing in a row
so made a low bow
saw the stone lying there
took it with great care
saw it in close quarters
it is beauty was startling
I admired it for a while
then saw its fit and style
it was none the less
the stone from my ring’s tress.

Tags follicle, Poem

hurt Poetry

Man Is Incorrigible.

The place opposite to my house
once had monkeys in the most
the space now is a repair shop
thought no monkeys would hop
I am proved wrong now
as I see them dancing in a flow
they used to hop and stop on trees
now they do so on bars very free
the trees had been felled atrociously
the monkeys cast their spell mischievously
that be the ruin of Nature by man
he does much harm as much as he can

Tags Poem, Trees

Poetry

What I Am?

Come what may
I live in my own way
not perturbed or bothered
as I am not a wayward
I know my limits
accordingly I remit
I talk of what I know
never do I show
pride and disrespect
moderation is a game
compromise is always tame
I fight for my due till the end
never for anything I bend
I might be called firm and resolute
that is what I am in absolute.

Tags moderation, Poem

Poem thrilled

Long Live My Sons ——-“Atha”.

Post author By meenas17
Post date May 2, 2015
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Come the weekends
I sit tied to my phone
there could be no end
the rings come nonstop in tone
the calls would be in order
the first from my first son
who lives in the northern border
the next from my second son
who lives in the southern hemisphere
finally from my youngest one
who lives in the same sphere
all call me in the same tone
and utter the very word “atha”
( the Tamil equivalent of mother)
the eldest one talks in a mild voice
the same way he used to call me as a kid
the second one bursts out with emotion across
as he used to hug me when he was a kid
the third comes in an authoritative tone
the very way he used to beat me around as a kid
they have changed and fathered children
their voices till remains the same to me
and it is that call that brings me out of the den
My sons, I love you all the more and most.
Long Live all of you!—-“Atha”.

Tags Poetry, sons

cynosure. Poetry

The Two And A Half Year Old Boy.

Post author By meenas17
Post date May 2, 2015
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A two and a half-year-old boy
calls every female aunty
his mother is a friendly one
her friends are known as aunties
his father being very quiet
has not many friends to talk
the male go without any term
they are a representative of all walks
the kid goes haywire if he sees strangers
interacts with them in a pleasant babble
mixes the language he knows in a range
catches everyone’s attention with his ramble
no doubt, he is a cynosure of all eyes
he is a darling even when he cries.

Tags boy, Poem

monitor Poetry

Upload

Post author By meenas17
Post date May 2, 2015
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Uploading a site
adding it bright
casting it straight
claiming it right
all seem to me a burden
as I am not a warden
not able to monitor
I feel a jitter
when it comes to all these
I am always in a freeze.

Tags Poem, upload.

Poetry

I Have Not Earned.

I have not earned a penny
nor won a single penny
been with the family for years
children and husband near
never had a thought to slog
sat at home like a log.

It is a thought out of time
asI hear my death bell chime
I pine for not having earned
know it is too late to yearn
still my mind allows me not at peace
I look at my worn out hands in a tease.

Could I make up for the lost?
My twilight years runs fast
before I close my eyes
I want to earn a few paise
would I be able to do?
it is something out of the blue.

Tags Age, Poem

collapse. Poetry unbearable

Pain Is Abstract.

Pain is abstract.
To me, it is intact.
be it in the physic
it keeps brusque
be it in the mind
it ties you in a kind.

Pain is disabling
it pulls you invariably
your body gives way possibly
so does the mind instantly
a collapse is there unresistingly.
death could be the end instantaneously.

Pain is unbearable
with the tag unable
a kill and a gnaw
holds you in a claw
writhing in pain you fall
no one would attend your call.

Pain to me is never abstract
it does exist in fact
closes with a folded hands
never relaxes the band
it stifles you all the way through
that be the pain in true