March 24, 2017 – Meenas Poems

Not much can be done
even for fun.

I slip into a reverie
I feel dreary.

A turn I expect
being not in the prospect.

I sit crossed
I have to pause.

Is it my life in short
it being the way I am caught.

Tha Thitha Thai Thithai Thalangu Thom December 1, 2021

it is a tripaway in a village, the basics being taken care of. No Wi- fi- to connect to the world, mobile catches the lineat nights, Being at homelooking at the greenery watching the pea cocks dance, the pea hens running in circles procedural temptation, The brood runs across the garden pecking and picking worms. No sooner the peacockopens up its vibran […]

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Divine November 30, 2021

it is dusk, Kali piles the grainscovers them with a tarpaulin lest they become wet, scatters the empty stalks to dry, Kaliamma packs up lifts her son from the thuli, both walk hand in hand rejoicing the day which has brought them a fortune. Smiling they sing together,thanga nel aruppu, eleleo , eleleo Kali turns passionate, pulls Kaliamma to him, h […]

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Kali And Kaliamma November 29, 2021

gather their kin walk to the paddy fields carrying a big pot of rice prepared the night before along with raw onion, and green chillies finely chopped, Kaliamma holds her baby close to the bosom, pulls the saree over the child’s head trots briskly with a pot of water, Kalimuthu sucks with a K- Ah sound, suck, swallow,breathe, resembling a grunt/gulp. […]

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Carbon Footprint November 25, 2021

Pandemic has madehome an office, turned to a school. Confinement is the wordone hears these two years restrictions as experienced, There has been hardships,heart breaks, deaths, fearso be the negatives. Air traffic has gone down almost so do the vehicular movements, minimizing carbon emission. Could these have impacted the carbon footprints?releasing a […]

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Colours, Colours November 24, 2021

black, white, blue and greenred, yellow, brown and orange,the shades referred as pastel,bright, soft, striking, appealing and appeasing to the beholder Black is beautiful,shining and sparkling held with contempt by those who consider white as superior, the racial discrimination runs deep, non destroyable, The metal gold takes the cue of yellow, brilliant […]

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Beige And Scarlet- Mix And Match November 23, 2021

Paint the body beigethe border scarletI shout from down below. Painters are up, balancing on the scaffolding with paint and brush, I stand in the sun holding an umbrella sporting sunglasses, those above turn towards me , braving the heat, Clad in shorts and a T. Shirtthey are there from 8 am in the morning. Unmindful of their discomforts I keep on sc […]

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Blood In My Veins November 22, 2021

The portrait of a childpretty but it is her simple smiling’innocence wins the heart, I watch the display for full 30 minutes“she must be”, I tell myself“from my country”. I meet the artist , who is from my part of the world,coming closer exactly frommy home town, A pleasant conversation reveals the little girl is from a family, who have quietly […] […]

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Five In The Brood November 21, 2021

it is about the siblings,five of them born with me,one has departed recently, have been so unkind, very indifferent to me whatsoever reasons it could be, I am unable to explore, Being the fourth child with two elder brothers and two younger ones and an older sister, the eldest I am a kind of sandwich pressed on all directions. a silent but a sensitive on […]

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Panorama November 20, 2021

It is duska slight drizzle and light breeze mark the day. Brass shining diyas ,take the lead.Ilupai oil is poured over the thread wickfind their place in the most coveted spaces of the entrance, window sills,steps, patio,, Lighting them’at the stroke of six, they flicker for a second, pick up braving the wind and rain,Collecting the earthen ones in […]

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The Old Man Out Ther November 19, 2021

majestic and huge, breathes life all through looks a little pale when I see him in the morning. Why does he look forlorn? casting his eyes downward remaining still and sullensome what a grief, or a disappointment runs undercurrent. Ay! oldie, what is the matter? I go near him touch his broad shoulders, hold his hands with compassion, he shows no move, Se […]

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