September 21, 2016 – Meenas Poems

The fight for water
turns violent in all quarters
Nature watches with a grin .

Cross, Join, Knock October 20, 2020

This one crossingthe other one joiningwhile the third onecomes knockingI am helplessin front of the issuesthat haunt me withouta pause. I keep movingattending to the firstwith a cautionaddressing the nextin termspostponing the thirdfeeling it can waitscheduling myselfwith an alibi. This goes on for a timeinvolving a lot of patience,suppressing my angerI rede […]

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Seeing Myself October 19, 2020

The more I stay at home the more visible I am turning, ironic it sounds, ain’t it? that is what is real. I am seen with the virtual in mindthe image grows larger than the real. a bit of physics which I studied young rescues me, The real image is made of converging rays while the virtual is an extension of divergences. I […]

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Navaratri October 17, 2020

The dolls from the atticcome down in order,the young ones jump all over,the adults descend in stylewhile the older stagger. They look colourfulred, yellow, green and blue,Krishna shimmers in bluewhile Lakshmi graces in greenMeenakshi flanks both in red. The garden set with huge treesand flowers add to the glowwhile the soldiers cladin uniform stand erect. [… […]

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Mudukathan October 16, 2020

It is a leaf, Mudukathan, we call itknown for its medical benefitsa cure for joint pains. Muduku is one that cripples,debilitates, an ailmentthat causes terrible pain. Athan is best definedas which destroysrelieves the pain. Mudukathan as thename goes annihilatesthe pain in a stroke. My gardener seeing mesuffering plucks the leaves,asks me to prepare a soup, […]

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Idiosyncrasy October 15, 2020

The events across the daybeing not of validitythat of the usual choresalong with the callsfrom places of businessplace me at ease. Ease, did I say?In a way it is comfortablein others it makes me dullfeel I am not needed any moreclose to saying pack your bagsand push off. Well, that being not far away,I quieten […]

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The Top Of It October 14, 2020

Coming to the topI relish and revelnot what I writebut what I see. A day of rain and suncloudy and brightalternating each otherkeep dodging, the black clouds disappear.the blue ones come outthe sun peers from withinas if in a vigil, all in a quick they go behindthere arises a drizzlewhich fall light like flowerskissing the […]

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In The Last Rank October 13, 2020

I wish I could write pageslo! get stuck in the middlenot right to say in the middlei more so while I start. I blink and searchmy hand typeswhile the mind gropesnothing more I could do, Curious, I read whatI typed, It is a draftspeaks out some sensewith words matching. A moment to be happyas I […]

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Eleventh Hour October 12, 2020

it is the eleventh hourI hurry, wobble and fall.Time being at the momentI finish all too soon. The decision right or wronggood or bad, I do not know,I close the deal and walk away.Eyes do follow me. Those emit anger,I have sealed, do not careof what others think, I am done.I proclaim, A little too […]

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An Indulgence October 11, 2020

It is been few days henceI thought of my mother,a few years sinceI saw my sister.a few decades almostI spoke to my brothers ,being only the fewthat counts as I growI cease deliberatingon those around mea sort of withdrawalbeing an indulgence has set inI do not think of myselffor that matter.

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Personification October 10, 2020

It is a personification that I love, one of being exactly like a mothermore so as the age advances, the mother’s characteristics grow more pronounced. Not relying on others I take myself as an instancewhere I find I turn like my mom both in looks and attitude. Way before I was a different from her in every aspect/ Is it the genetics that […]

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