Meenas PoemsIt is a decision I value
I shrug being indecisive
not want to review
I go with it never turn back.
I hate those who procrastinate
they do it very late
well, that be their fate
as none would stand in the gate.
A quick decision gives gain
as a stitch in time saves nine
go with it in a flicker
surely you would glitter.
Of late I have become sharp
my words sting people say
I never feel that way
my look sticks people say
I never feel that way
my action pierces people say
I never feel that way
my ideas penetrate people say
I never feel that way.
my attitude belittles others people say
I never feel that way
I had been the way I am
right from the day
I knew to talk and interact
never had I been sharp, piercing
I had been silent and quiet
people say this and more 
what not and what else
I am what I am
all through my days.
On and off I am entertained
I do not buy tickets
I am fortunate enough
not a penny on tickets
sit at my patio long enough
behind the fastened gate
gaze at the tree opposite
the concert starts with a beat
the little one walks into the site
attempts a somersault greet
his brother walks in merrily
incessant chatter from behind
the mother slowly moves in cheerfully
followed by the majestic father in a bind
all the four now hop and jump
the mother carries the baby in her pouch
the brother runs away from the sight
the father runs behind him as such
the baby cries for milk as he is hungry
mama feeds him then and there
sucking the baby goes to sleep peacefully
the father returns with the brother
screws up his ears in an admonition
the brother squeaks with pain and cries
with that the screen comes down
the players go back to the trees.
could anything be more entertaining?
An understanding of what I have
a thought so deep and intense
could never turn into a pretence
well, that is what I have.
A contemplation of the events I see
they seem to be bizarre to view
I could not see them anymore with glee
they are to be purported to a vision blue.
The slide show I would like to call them
come one by one in a sequence
the one overlapping the other in quantum
would lead to an awareness in a piquancy.
With an awakening and a rise
counting the results in a column
shedding of the pretext and disguise
should turn sob
er and solemn.
The most eligible bachelor
married a beautiful girl
became an envy of all in a course
as every fairy tale would go
they lived happily ever after
not so with this bachelor
as he is of a different cast
it is a sip and a taste fast
first of all in the run
he was not a bachelor in turn
leave alone the eligibility
which does not count with veracity
he had one or two or even more
live in relationships in an alien soil
he married the beautiful girl to foil
the institution of marriage and its sanity
his parents well known for their vanity
arranged the marriage with keen insight
a dubious attempt not to be taken in light
a girl was born to this heartless man
who extracted much joy from his wife as he can
then went joyfully across to his live-ins
ditching the wife and the child into the dustbin
that could be the doom of the marriage
nay it continues in a rocky land with a limp
the parents still roam about and quip
they would be united in a short while.
believers believe the words fully
the majority condemn the atrocity.
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Met a friend of mine a day ago
talked of many issues in the go
she would narrate a burglary
whenever I meet her regularly
she would keep her face so serious
her eyes would emit a fear innocuous
she would begin with a big ado
relates the incident one by one in a row
the old woman got up in between the night
she felt restless and her breath was tight
she tossed in her bed all too tired
she saw someone moving in the side
could that be her imagination she thought
nay not it was a man who had barged in
she was all alone in the house
rang up her friend who stayed close
before he could come the man had left
she opened the door with fear intact
the man had made good of her gold locket
as well as the cash she had in her purse pocket.
I heard the story with great interest
not that the incident was an 
arrest
the storytelling was my friend’s asset.
As I was snoring
heard a roaring
got up from my sleep
being very deep
unable to open my eyes
sat up in a peculiar size
pressed my eyelids
played with it like a kid
saw through the windows
rains lashing madly below
scared to a great extent
fell on my pillow at a distance
closed my eyes with fear
the sleep which is very dear
came and embraced me
let go the rain and roar
I went back to my snore.
It is a far away place
away even to trace
no one should know
away from the daily flow
the sun should rise late
lethargic and lazy of date
shine a little and hide a while
bright and dark in an alternative style
the wind soft and feather like
goes past striking the face alike
could resemble a kiss and an embrace
chivalrously bestowed with grace
the rains should come like a sprinkle
a shower so light and petal soft in a tickle
while I sit there besotted at the top
besieged by none of my worldly thoughts
just breathing and breathing out the fresh air
my nostrils swell with gusto as there be none to share
my mind traverses across in a flight of fancy
wishes to land nowhere but sail in a trance
an unexplained tranquillity prevails
as I gaze around quoting a hail
Hail To Thee, Nature in all your glory
an exhilaration beyond an explainable story.
I have a wish
want to be a fish
with eyes always closed
with nothing enforced
sailing through the water
not involved in any barter
up I would go with a tide
down into the water I go in a ride
I live in the salt water of
an ocean
dwell in a pond in a fusion
I have no likes and dislikes
when the waves strike
I am disturbed to an extent
otherwise, I stay content
that is the gift I possess
in the deep waters I refresh.
I look back
I have crossed the track
I have tread miles and miles
I have scored with a smile
a long track Is behind
a long innings of a kind
now I think long about them
my heart bleeds pitiably
my heart was ripped possibly
not that I suffered
not that I struggled
a cause of a shock
being discarded by those
who could never have
who would never have
Well, let me not go into details
as it would make me a being frail
I have come out of it for good
a reward to me and to my brood
forget it says my mind in a command
yet,
my heart bleeds with a demand.
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