March 31, 2016 – Meenas Poems

It is burning

a scorch with a swelter

thirst, thirst, thirst.

Vaishalis July 5, 2020

Vaishali, granny to me in a way enters her home at 6 in the evening. She sits in the verandah watches people returning home. She calls out each by their names. Jana . she calls where are you going ?The called one hurries does not bother to respond. Her behaviour annoys granny,The next passer by isRaji, smart and friendly,greets granny. Toothless grin […]

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Borewells July 4, 2020

We have borewells at home. One, two and three, going to the depths. 150 feet, 450 feet, 1000 feet. All have turned dry, forcing usto procure water. Expenses above expenses,we build a tank in the garden.Store the water for ten days, fill the water tank at the top every day. Electricity bill inflates The bought water is adequate for our personal […] […]

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Solar Energy Without Panels -Age Old Technique July 3, 2020

The summer is at its peakhouseholds turn busy.The womenfolk list their buys. It reads, Mangoes 100 . eggplants 10 kilo, broadbeans 10 kilos,onion 10 kilo. sundaikai 1 kilo. Kitchens become the hub of activity.Cutting, steaming, sauteing, filing the cooked in palmyra baskets, transfeering to the courtyard, “Olai pais” are laid in the area open to the sky […]

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Nomad Like July 2, 2020

it is between two homes.the first and the second, I live alternating to the demands, The one in the country of origin holds a fascination. It is whereI wish to stay long. It does not happen.as the other one demandsmore focus. a place of business.returns have to sustain me I remain longer. Shifting base is no fun.I […]

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Sharing Is Love July 1, 2020

I spend most of the mornings and part of the evenings in my patio abutting the garden reading and staringat the blue sky then gazing the lane, alternating both, In the nights, Brownie substitutes for me, sleeps holding to the cushion of the bamboo chairs, like a ball, snoresand snorts. The patio is live. It is morning, I openthe doors, to […] […]

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This Day Last Year June 30, 2020

I recollect with nostalgia Enthused by success I spend the time in mirth, A small gathering of like minded people, celebrate over a cup of teathe progress we have made This year the day holds an untold silence. Commercial interactionsare struck down, Revenue has depleted could say little or nothing . Where is it going to lead?I ask myself. […]

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That Of A Reverie June 29, 2020

This day, in my solitudeI go back to my school,saunter there for a while, hop on to the school bus, jump out when it stops. push the gates with might run into the courtyard where my mom is playing on the Veena, The house echoes the beats, melody flows unabated I refrain from calling “atha”careful not to disturb her, sneak into the dining area noiselessly [ […]

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A Masquerade Of Masked Faces June 28, 2020

Masks are for banditswho with a knifebarge in the midnight. My imagination stops there.as I see masks on every facethe nose and mouth hidden Every face seems similardifficult to identify. Is she Shreya or Sneha? I think aloud as the masks lend a strange cue. The face resembles a mass of flesh similar to a ball, the […]

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Ring A Ring A Roses June 27, 2020

The bell goes. Play time, shout the third graders with glee,try to rush out of the classroom. Yolanda stops them, makes them stand in line, one behind the other, “keep a decent distance between each other, with fingers on the lips go one after another,” she instructs. A military discipline, in their walk confers a charm. The next moment play ground [ […]

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I Turn A Maniac June 26, 2020

Wash your hands, I yell at my maid, she sports a smile. She is in the kitchen grinding the batter.I call her from within” do not add salt.” I will do it”” amma, I have sanitized my hands,”“No, no, you have to wash with soap”, I shout . “Sanitizing is only 60% safe, washing thoroughly gets rid off bacteria,’ Fed up with my […] […]

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