Meenas PoemsDays of uncertainties
keep nagging
could be better in a certainty
less demanding
should bring in peace
looks anticipating
a wish not in a fleece
greatly requiring
hope it would be granted
without any compromise
an evangelical interpretation
closes in a way.
Life goes on
ups and downs in turn
else in nonstop
A decison taken
will go without being broken
a status unshaken.
Fear has seized
now it has slowly ceased
content is released.
I felt bad
the thought made me sad
I became glad.
The physical condition is most
than any clinical presentation in a course
vital to any condition whatsoever
be a disease for that matter
as an ordinary fever could choke one
so do the most alarming ones
not go for any other logarithms
like scans and X-rays to name a few
slight variation from the norms could be there
that never matters on the whole
a blood loss could make one look pale
a head -ache could become unbearable
the face would inform of the difficulty
other health factors would show up
externally in the weight loss and fatigue
go by that way than rely on machines
and what they say with scientific interpretations
the real is better than an example
well that is my take in general
hope you agree with me in particular.
The church defines
the mosque calls for refrains
the temples distinguish.
I hear the church bells
could be a reminder of the mass
a little away there is a call
a broadcast of the Koran’s clause
as I walk past the lane enraptured
the Nadhaswaram sounds flow
as the drum beats capture
the bell jingles all the way
as people flock to the portals
devout Christians walk in all gay
I see the Muslims paying obeisance in total
recite the Koran with devotion
the temples abound with bhaktas
carry coconuts and plantains in baskets
along with flowers to offer
all in a short pause
not for any cause
but to see the Lord
be him nailed to the cross
be him the Nabi in the mosque
be Lord Shiva and his consort
or Rama and Seetha
an exhilarating experience
lends a great significance
the fervour and belief
the faith with the relief
could be seen in their faces
turns 
so lovely and enchanting
The flowers for the puja daily
grown in the garden almost
the white flower called nandhiyavatta by most
small and tiny without fragrance entirely
the vilva leaves in three together
tell us of the three eyed God Shiva
the tulasi leaves green and tiny rather
a favourite of Lord Krishna
the arali flowers in different colours
yellow, pink, red and white
placed around the idols collars
render a magnificent sight
the manaoranjitha in deep yellow
spreads a pleasant aroma all around
lends a feel of divinity with a mellow
come the shoe flowers in different hues
the little jasmine and pichis of variety
find their way into the Nithya puja
all plucked from the garden directly
twined as a garland or into a string
follows the lighting up of the oil lamp
that have three or five faces mostly
the incense sticks lighted enhance the feel with a stamp
come then the sambrani fumes slowly
rise up and reverberate the environ
the mantras are chanted in an order gently
the hymns are sung with bhakti
makes the Indian household special
they turn into 
a place of divinity and grace.
A mild fear is now in the mind
it could terribly bind
sit there with thoughts in an intercept
all my ideas appear to be in debt
a twinge crosses in a flash
will I survive the dash?
a poignant intrusion settles me down
I keep staring with a frown
could that I fear turn not so
if it returns it would be a blow
I decide to take the plunge straight
hope it works out in the direction right
if not I would fall shattered
as of now I am in a state battered
well, let us see the vantage the day next
the day things would be put to a test.
Meenas Poems 