Meenas PoemsThe green chilly
at times is small
smaller it is really
spicier it be eventually
the bigger it is incidentally
milder it becomes naturally
that goes with its size
have it seems nice
its presence is a must
never it is thrown into dust
a little of it adds taste
an excess forces one to turn haste
use it with a caution
instil a little deliberation
the glimmering green colour
would refresh you with a vigour.
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A few days ago
not being long ago
a friend of mine called.
She had been away for long
did not hear from her for long
she being a close friend spoke.
We talked for hours together
nothing did bother
as we went on for a time.
It was a nice meeting of fun
discussed about terrorism and the gun
the hot topic of recent times.
Both of us were pained of the attacks
Paris in particular was ransacked
with hundred and twenty nine killed.
The cruelty seen in such moves
was beyond any prove
man killing man for no reason.
We sat silent for a moment in all
retrospecting the gunshots fall
a deadly silence followed.
What began as a warm up after long
got heated up almost in a way
this being a deliberation in a song.
Why do I write?
I do not know
What do I write?
I do not know.
yet I write
what I know.
Yet I write
why I do not know.
it is an illusion
could be a delusion
one of less illumination
not of great intoxication
a proposed invitation
beguiling a destruction
not one of relation
be that of distinction
might be a demonstration
one of great exhibition
of wealth in attribution
a slow decrease in denomination
could lead to an identification
the sale of properties in succession
could throw an indication
there be a paucity in distribution
be that the revenue deterioration
could be a marginal circumspection
around a debt in all addition
well, could be a suppression
of facts and truth in a faction.
A dinner last night
hosted with all pride
a simple one at levels
the dishes so common
they
turned tasty as well
better than the usual
the guests enjoyed
they had no sophistication
nor did they show any courtesy
free they were all through
seemed to be different to me
expected not any ostentation
wished to find some decorum
they lacked in the fundamentals
left the place without a farewell
well,that be their way in a sort
their culture being so in short.
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