February 23, 2016 – Meenas Poems

It is a day of luck

I do have a lot of pluck

I move away in a tuck

I create an awesome strike

be it a sensational like

it would cause a hike

that be the turn of the world

could be one in a believable hold

well that could yield a rewarding gold

a glorious impression all the more bold. rewarding gold

Ramblings

Evolution or Devolution February 24, 2021

The euphoria about a house built by a rich man a decade ago, pictures highlight its grandeur, the floors 40 in all with three helipads, gardens, car parks, ball room, banquet kitchens, bedrooms, make one raise the eyebrows not out of awe anyway. It is his privacy, his wealth allows such extravaganzanot any of a concern to the ordinary who wants a roof over […]

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Passing Through The woods February 23, 2021

It is a way into the woodswhere silence seemsto be the onlyone seen and felt As I walk throughthe dense forestsI espy the huge treesnestled close allowing no lightto pass. They appearto hold each other firmlythrowing out a proximity which pronounces a bondageas if one will notlet down the otherwhatever be the outcome. The togetherness […]

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Nightmare February 22, 2021

Getting up at 2 in the morningbrooding over the day’s events. I sense a dull pain in the legs symptomatic of restless leg syndrome. Straighten and twist the leg that most hurts. At times let out a sob. An hour passes the clock strikes 3 and then 4, Listening to the tick tock I stare in the dark, Silence unfolds. o

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The Input And Output February 21, 2021

It is as thoughI am passing througha storm. I feel being ambushedthe winds and rainsconfine me . An experience I havenever undergone,a bit crucial. The heart poundsas the rains ragewith a vengeance. The shiver downthe adrenalineknocks me down like the hurricanedashing on thewindow panes. I sense an exasperation,a throw out, a deceitsomewhere behind, encompas […]

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It Is Called Life February 20, 2021

It is been a contradiction a meaningless one, just being with each other creates a frustration bringing a dissatisfaction. Tempers rise up with tempestuous acceleration books fly, cups dash on the wall,throwing tantrums at each other the couple swear not to see each other. Like the dew the controversy vanishes in the morning.The day dawns, off each goe […]

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It Is You February 19, 2021

an allegationslung at meevery day with anger. “It is always you”an accusationtargeted at meeach day with hatred ” it is because of you”a kind of admonitionholds me aghastall days. “The opportunitiesthat would have comehave fizzled outbecause of you”, he screams, is it me? really mewho owes responsibilityfor his debacle, as he quoths,both in transparent and [ […]

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Day In And Day Out February 18, 2021

the phrase hooks me.Right from school, where my teachers sighing used to say day in and day out we tried our best. That keeps ringing in my ears as does the school bellmanually operated by Krishna, the onewho was assigned to pull the long rope. Another synonymous delivery is that of the temple bell which strikes to the accompaniment of “Om, Om, ” , The soun […]

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Not Anymore February 17, 2021

The growing angerhooks me . Seethingat the atrocities, those ofwho wield their power. and at the ones whoshow off their wealth.practise inequality,nurture racism, blast at whoevercomes in front of me.unmindful of their statureand status. Let things go as destined,the placidity, I derivedfrom the mountainswhich stand aloft. sustaining, harsh winds,heavy rains […]

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Disaster Syndrome February 15, 2021

The swarm of beesthe batallion of insectsthe herd of wormscome from nowherecling to the rose plantstick on it so firmas if held togetherby a bond. The plant being fecundheavy with flowers and budsquivers and quavers, strugglesto escape from the fasteningfailing which it bows to pressurethe flowers droopthe petals fall downthe buds shrink. The bees suck […]

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The Uninterrupted Flow February 14, 2021

The river bends flows with a chatter the hyacinths float while the fish swim in glee. The cranes dive in bury their long necksenabling the beaks to pick the fat worms and gleaming fish. The frogs down there croak and cry unpleasantly hopping up and downthe tadpoles following in a queue. There comes the fisherman carrying a long hook and a close knit […]

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