Meenas PoemsMeaningless I write
never i go back
or do i read again.
Meaningless I write
what comes to my mind
or that comes out spontaneous.
Meaningless I write
what I feel to write
or that strikes me then.
Meaningless I write
with no thoughts
or no ideas whatsoever.
Meaningless I write
with a wish to write
or a love to write .
meaningless it is
all that I write
or all that i put forth.
It is away
the mind is far away
into the wave.
Into the wave
the mind gets into the wave
though far away.
Though far away
the mind distances from away
passing through the wave.
A squirrel in my house
makes me grouse
she is there all the time
never once she moves out in time.
One day I see her in the garden
playing without a burden
the other day I see her in my stair case
running up and down not in a phase.
I went up to drive her out
she escaped and jumped out
I came down to find her
I could only identify her bushy fur.
I locked all my doors tight
she came through the windows opened slight
I closed the windows and bolted them
hope not she enters through any of them.
Not an hour has passed in quietness
I heard a rattle from the wilderness
I alighted from my chair in a hurry
just in time to see her scurry.
What am I to do ?to keep her off
not one of my collections are let off
either I see her nest in a corner
or herself in a place busy near the warmer.
The little squirrel has taken my energy
right from the days of yore with its synergy
still I am finding ways to get rid off her
am sure she would bid good riddance to me with cheer.
Once upon a time I used to hear
not only the birds tweets
I heard the donkey’s bray
they with their long ears
wandered making noise not sweet
the lanky figure was in dirty grey.
Once upon a time I used to eat
all things cooked at the moment
no frozen or prepared food
never warmed in a microwave in upbeat
not consume anything that caused a torment
all fresh ones that did a lot of good.
Once upon a time I used to read
newspapers in the early morning
novels and poetry in my school
did I know any online read?
not I sat glued to the TV in the morning
nor did I spend time in the net full.
Once upon a time I led a healthy life
with walks and strolls to keep me in strife
breathed plenty of fresh air to keep going
now I sit indoors a way of my life
stuck to the digital world in my strife
live closeted to ward off mosquitoes in the going.
Once upon a time memories come up and go
reminiscing the good old days in the flow
well, they would not return in the days
it is prudence to adjust to the days in the go
nostalgic of the past causes a glow
live through all the more with the days in store.
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