Meenas PoemsHaving gone away
gone into the interior
very far on the way
not wanting to turn back
made a walk all through
desired no track
left nothing to prove
the one had gone missing
not because of disappointment
nor due to teasing
an intention with no amendment
went across the unknown terrain
a determination with a due resign.
Sweet goes the word
sweet in the name
sweet in the looks
sweet to taste
sweet being relative
holds many a thing imaginative
a general term though it sounds
is abreast with a lot of connotations
nice in the appearance
pleasant in the looks
cordial in behaviour
so on and so forth
sweet be the uses of adversity too
at last a thorn in the bush
comes to my mind with a push
there are two sides to the coin
the good and the bad
the great and the worse
sweet be no exception
too much of it turns bitter
too much of sweet becomes a poison
so the saying goes
evil does command sweet actions
a treachery on the way
well, I am very talkative nowadays
rambling over the sweet nothings.
negative
The scenario looks grim
the exodus is unprecedented
chances to get into Europe is dim
the borders have been closed
some countries have even fenced
the migrants know not where to go
stand they with children in arms
many a child starve and die
a pathetic sight all through
a gruelling experience on the whole
man deceives man for power
man cheats man for money
man goes to any extent
would kill even at times
a bloody thirst unsatiated
happens not now
from times immemorial
the run across the countries
through the continents
over the oceans and mountains
a mindless massacre of physic and mental
all seen through with naked eyes 
It is love
pure and pristine in beauty
fear to disallow.
Honey is sweet
so should be your speech
hard to reach.
Women demand equality
could it be in derivative
nay a profanity
The long drive home
cross over rivers
a ride over fly- overs
a stop at the toll
a halt at junctions
a slow down in traffic
a sweep when free
a pleasure in a quietude
the thoroughfare on one end
the serenity at the other
go I with an insatiable drive
I should be home in an hour
my sweet home beckons with a smile
being away by only a few miles
the desire jumps out in strength
the love of home is a treasure
it being a great wealth
inexpressible in its delineation
a fascination that clings to me steadfast
I would be there in no time
makes me rejoice with glee.
It is a cacophony
deafening terribly
like to lock the ears
wish to run away in fear
keeps on haunting all through
the sound turns one to blue
hapless and hopeless I stand
unable to move out from the band
others enjoy the din to the full
noise has become a way of life
the honk, the blare, the blast
all immerse the environ fast
term it noise pollution
anyhow it is a delusion.
Likewise, it has been so
all the more in the go
edgewise it happens to be so
could come with a blow
energise with a flow
could you say no
digitalise with a know
as on with a toe
the device turns on in slow
finally switches on with a glow.
It is a different day
that too of all the days
could be today
might be yesterday
a day before yesterday
a day after of all days
as I feel all days
assign to varied ways
they pass with a grace
each one has no trace
they seem to phase
come and strike the face
well, that is how it is in a chase
forces everyone to race
keeps them mostly in a daze
while the nights are in a haze
the sun rises with its bright rays
more or less it happens in all places.
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