September 5, 2015 – Meenas Poems

I go with a jump

being plump

I fall on a lump

I feel glum

I rise up like a plum

look rather dumb

have to go ahead anyhow

plum or dumb be it so

I have to get going though slow.

Ramblings

Pieced Apart August 14, 2022

Could be nothing morenothing less should I say more of a hurt that lingers. a wound that percolatesdeep and deep into the levels.harping and meanderingthrough corners and paths causing a jolt and a freeze feel life is almost over. Days go by the remnants disseminate but the residue surfaces on and off bringing tears. an unthankful job whatsoever. a mot […]

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Miserable August 12, 2022

Nothing much can be expressed Not much can be done. it is a tumble, a cruel one from the hands of the one whom you bore and love. An observation crystallizedinto an advice spurted out all too soon before one couldapply caution. This beingnot the usual way. it transformed into a thunderbolt.In came screams, accusesheading to a conflictMaster of […] […]

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I Become Incognito July 25, 2022

A nomadic lifewith a bit hereand a little there I go about in a frenzynot knowing thedirection I am in. I jot down few points read them again and again a kind of exercise I willingly do to keep them in mindwhich I never attempted a year agocause I had a beautiful memory. The read and rereadgoes to naughtas […]

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Refractive Index July 6, 2022

At times clevermost times foolish’could be my behavioura kind of pessimismprevails as I observeperhaps echoes my weak optimism. I feel insecure in a crowd which guffaws, talks loudconverse unmeaningful a sort of reluctance, I experience.. Perhaps a fish out of water an idiom much used. The part of me, which identifiesa shrewdness. rises up in full flowf […]

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How Can I Be Anything Else? July 3, 2022

Born in a land where virtue is worshipped, Brought up in a family whichstresses on discipline, Studied in a convent where rules are gospel. Graduating in a college which mentors with an iron hand. I stay stiff and sober, an inculcation rather. How can I be anything else?

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Migratory Terms July 2, 2022

Time takes its wings,flutters, flies, never pauses.the thirty days sojourncomes to a closeoverseeing, managing taking stock, reviewinga call from homelandhalts the schedulesI hasten to a transfer With a small bag in handcontaining the credentials, I prepare for the flight,Follow the proceduresimmigration, security check,a full two and a half hourswait, I […]

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A Jaunt June 24, 2022

A drive to the plantations I see my trees looking robustshimmering with a greenish hue Part of the area, takes the cue from the play schools, hostingtwo year old. toddlers jostling in the airexpressing a sweetnessnonpareil. Crossing them, I behold the fruits with gold coats a tinge of black runs in between lie in heaps, shiningas the sun’s […] […]

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Truth Beguiled June 18, 2022

I wonder why they callthe downpour raining cats and dogs. Watching the rainfall with a bark and a howlI relate to the saying. A couple of days earlierI observed an interrupted drizzlemewing and cooing. Again associating withthe idiom I resonate, with pride. acknowledging my wisdom. Having read many connotationsI find none of them appropriate feel mine […]

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Flight Turns Expensive June 15, 2022

Back at my place of business, a second home as my visa says I step into the house, Happyas it was perfect. It is past midnight, I gobblesome food I broughtquench my thirst with a 250 mlHundred Plus, a carbonated drink. Lo! my wardrobe keys go missing I search the drawers where I keepexcept the keys other belongings remain […]

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Attitude June 14, 2022

My son spoke to me yesterday, he speaks every other day,his words of yesterday, I quote, “wherever you are mom, houses may vary, ambience might differ, places change, but you stay at homeaway from the mainstream”. “How true”! I exclaimI drive to places inside the country,fly to countries, spending money, experiencing great discomfort in flight what for? rus […]

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