Meenas PoemsUnfathomable as the ocean
deep and intense in thoughts
she brooks no erosion
she being taught
the value of life in all
she being disciplined as well
not to speak ill nor lies tall
the words she lets out in few
carry a significance great in due
a lady with an ingenuity in focus
dignified she walks in status
the one whom I admire from a distance
being one who commands high reverence
could she be noted as one of distinct reference.
Those around you
look at you
one with a bond
another with a taunt
one with a smile
another with a vile
the looks are not the same
they could blame
else they would stare
with a flare
be they around you
each one have their rue
rely not on them in all
accept not their every call
be yourself as always
never give out even in a trace
the inner self and mind
they would pull you in a bind
this be my advice to you
go ahead without a clue.
Gone are the days
says he with a sigh
know not what he means
as he looks high.
Those days were golden
says he with a sigh
wonder what he means
as he looks high.
The good old days
says he with a sigh
stay close to him to find
as he looks high.
They are bygone
says he with tears
hold his hand to comfort
as he looks high .
She is no more
cries he inconsolably
stroke his head with love
as he looks high.
I wish to join her
sobs he uncontrollably
I break down and weep
as he looks high.
Gradual it was
slow it seemed
a fall to be definite.
Unaware of the slide
a spend as usual
led to a fall definite.
Could it be wanton?
shutting the eyes to the real
brought a fall definite.
Could it be an indifference?
making it up next time
resulted in a fall definite.
Ignorance could be a cause
might be a fault inherent
could be a reason for a fall definite.
So many ifs and buts
so many do’s and don’ts
would see you fall definite.
His name could be best translated
literally would give no meaning
if done i n a skillful elaborate
would be one very redeeming .
Better I settle with the basics
being he a man with evil eyes
his characteristics are tragicomic
he is a man all very dicey .
Thinks he is royal and brainy
talks with an air of pride
feels he is a conqueror really
his wife befits her role with a glide.
Both together bring down the sky
their trash too has a value
their eyes emit a look of sly
any a time they would dare you.
Short and foxy the duo combine so well
sing their praise in an alternate text
they being the couple who dwell
along with their in laws in a the house next.
Astonishing to find the whole family similar
the in laws are on the same wave as they
say they come from a prestigious family familiar
listening to them day in and day out is not one of gay.
Great be the tell tale of a flower
the flower I saw yesterday
so beautiful and lay in a tower
held its head in pride all the day.
Great be the tell tale of a flower
the flower I see today
so withered and needs a shower
falls down dry and dead during the day.
Great be the tell tale of a flower
the same flower on both the days
depict the different phases in a hover
the grace and the sag seen in the days.
Great be the tell tale of a flower
the flower seems to tell us
the triumph and defeat of power
in terms simple almost in a buzz.
The camera in front watches you
monitor be its mode with no clue
could see your distinct reflection
one to one be an indication
records the remarkable countenance
pictures the image in an intense
the facial shifts rush in the go
a smile with a pleasantness in flow
anger with a fury being an intimidation
better more so an exact recognition
a contentment as found with a benignity
as if it says in a deep tone of sentimentality
enough of what I had and what I faced for no gain
wish not to go through it in the thoroughfare once 
again.
Keep going without any break
keep running nothing to stop you
it is a fly with an obvious shake
go with a bounce unmindful of the due
faster you move success could be yours
turn not this way or the other in the course
ahead you go with a determination
well that could be a manifestation
great going all the way should be the motive
cheer and love would encircle you with a doting.
The mother in me
goes beyond any fee
see through with glasses
my sons’ trespasses
magnified they are to me alone
though very insignificant in tone
I went behind them all the way
allowed them not to jump into any fray
being my activity when they were young and raw
now each one being far away from my claws
live a life of integrity with an inner strength in all
more so of my discipline in the formative age in all
never think that I sing my praise aloud though
I revel with satisfaction and smile with a glow.
Getting pushed in a rush
could lead to a crush
the crumble so specific
could be one of unique
where you lose the balance
miss your stand and dance
not being one of mirth and joy
rally one of a fall like a toy
legs get bruised being the minimal
your life being trampled in the terminal
that way the push and the rush go about
does they in the same way in and out
the emotions trap you down to the ebb
become a prey to them in the blurb
the relations do tag you to a certain stripe
unknowingly you enter the trap
love it or not you be on the alert
never allow to be pushed into the culvert.
Meenas Poems 