Meenas PoemsBack to the base
after a two month chase
seems to be in pace.
Back again
could be also for the gain
a process to regain.
Back home
in a way from the second home
settling in for a calm.
Back in the patio
reading and gazing in a ratio
a most familiar scenario.
It is back
with activities in the stack
all compressed in a pack.
It is back and fro
keeps the great flow
making life to glow.
The fasting is on with the Puasa month
considered as one of the five pillars of Islam
Ramadan, the holy festival has set in as ever
Malaysia is agog with The celebration with dedication
sing they the praise of the Lord with piety
abstain from falsification of speech
talk nothing spiteful or ill of others
enter into no illegal activities
eat not in the daylight
keep theme pure and away from sin
a ritual practised with care and devotion
Ramadan is a festival of truth
exonerates the Muslims from faults
as they involve in charitable deeds
a religious discipline that teaches
how to be good and kind
caring and loving in a find.
wish you all Malaysians
Hari Raya Aidilfitri 
It was sunny in the morning
turned breezy in the midmorning
became dark in the afternoon
rains came in the late afternoon
The sun
slightly looked up in the evening
know not why it went down quickly
darkness sets in early
cool is the early night
colder still in the late hours
a synergy of natural forces
all going well in the course
that which is seen now
disappears fast in the flow
could be that of life
happiness is seen in almost
switches itself to grief in the inmost
the laughter of the heart in its content
diffuses into a cry in an abundant
either way it could end in a trial
exhilaration transcends into melancholy
the one into another in a sail
It is a pack up again
with the few bags
partially empty
I take the cheapest flight
with the offer of most less luggage
I fear to carry loads
be it in life or travel
I prefer the minimum
my wants are very few
the bags with my attire
mine being orthodox and traditional
long sleeved plain blouses
and six-yard sarees
starched and ironed
basically, go with the cotton
little I wear anything silk
I travel through the world
with my sarees and bindi
my hair rolled up high 
mostly viewed by curious eyes
some with a strange belief
others with a relied assurance
well, I trot and walk
drag and pull around the world
more and more in flights
as I advance in my age
another strangeness in the go.
it is a long gap
well, in a swap
travelled with a map
noted the directions
drove across
missed every instruction
I lost the way and crossed
not one or two traffic signals
past many without a pause
took the way diagonal
went through the same road
not once or twice
got stiffly bored
this is seen in all my tries
decided to give up
wish to stay at home
as usual with a tea cup
am not fit to 
roam.
A meaningful journey
travelled sensibly
of course with faults many
could end up invariably
in a destination
where peace reigns
where could be no distraction
nothing to be seen as feign
all in their originality and pure
with no adornments to enhance
could be a positive lure
for men to cover the distance
following no shortcuts
a straight road ahead is a reference
a caution as not to undergo any gluts
which would conclude in a mishap.
The controversy over a day
the auspicious in a way
tells one with unequal pride
he finds not the day in the tide
says he has connections not with one
but with four temples in tone
feels the day is not good
so does one of his brood
who being a subordinate in status
talks of all things not in focus
be that of the rituals and the food together
both of them think they are authorities
ironically they are known for their atrocities
speak in a manner loud all the more intimidating
while they are of substandard and demeaning
hurt alone is not the matter or a question
it is their knowledge accounts for the reason
could be mitigated if it comes from the wise
incidentally, the allegations emanate from men of vices
notorious for their fraudulence in places of worship
well, let them wag their tongue as much as they want
meaningless to deliberate on their utterance devoid of kinship
ignore the duo by discarding their remarks as scant
such shallowness and impudence would drive them to a state
would be subjected to contempt and scorn to date.
The flowers white and red
the white being numerous
the red in a few
with the yellow in one and two
call me with a bloom
as I sit to brood
they being so fresh and soft
the petals so silky and shiny
wink at me with a twinkle
as I sit there to deliberate
they dance with the breeze
flutter with the birds
reveal themselves to the bees
as I sit there with my mind elsewhere
their ambience is so lovely and charming
the aesthetics beautiful and gleaming
mark me with a pin and a peg
as I sit there lost in my thoughts
their exuberance spreads a colourful hue
in contrast to my mind’s greyish howl
they laugh and grin with the environ
while my mind wanders in the realms
of unrelated references inappropriate
not the most required at the moment
I am fully present in this enchanting place
physical though in an existence
as my mind inhabits in a dwelling
away from all these pristine pleasures
meandering and negotiating the incidents
that would bring no gain or fortune
either in the form of peace and goodwill
or in the mode of financial and economy
nestles in a deal that wedges the heart all through
the slanders that keep us in turmoil
well, tI sit and brood in a dilemma
Meenas Poems 