September 2, 2018 – Meenas Poems

Lot of chocolates
lots of ants around
love to eat them
scared as always.

Prelude May 14, 2021

Grown older by an yearand a half, the hair mostly grey, I look at the mirror, which reflects a gaunt face. I talk to the image gesticulate, scold,appreciate, accept deny. as if I am confronting another human. Recalling my mother’s words.when I was five years old, I talked danced sang and played before the mirror, addressing the reflection as Beena, a […]

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Listening To Silence May 13, 2021

Silence is noise,sweet and pleasing.one of awe,one that inspires. Silence is an expositionof impressions, liveand bygones. Gold like The trees and flowersexpressions of fecundityand beauty, displayeloquence. The buildings talland small deliverthe sighs and crieswith subtle reference. Places of worship,command a sanctitytelecast the auraof divinity. These tur […]

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Happy Mother’s Day May 11, 2021

a spirited wish from one afar, greetings flow uninterruptedly, messages flash with quotes. Returning each with gratitude, I stay overwhelmed with joy. Honoured, by the near and dear, I feel elated. As the day passes, a friend calls.She asks me did your sons’express their love, I pout, a gesture to indicate they did not. She waxes eloquently of Corona, t […]

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Unenviable Anyway May 9, 2021

Overlooking the faults as slips, errors as carelessness I go with a spirit indomitable not to hurt others at any cost. I do not lose temper with my staff nor do I scream at my children when they stay stubborn. That being my nature, if, at all. I turn furious I break down while a sob gives me out. This could be the reason I […]

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No More Silent May 5, 2021

It is 10.30 in the night,the next house is busy,I am wrong, it is no morean house but an eateryovernight. The clatter while making[i]Kothu [/i][/i]Parottatears the silence. Spotlights shine. Five or six cooksmix the flour, rollinto balls, spread themand swing left to right. Watching the art of makingsuch ones with awe,anguish surges when I thinkof […]

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Nai Vitra Kasu May 4, 2021

The day before men came in a truck unloaded the furniture. First came the tableswithout paint, rickety chairs followed. A rugged looking man jumps down, shouts Vanagada , vangada.A first shot in the arm,the noise hitherto unknownbreaks the serenity. Disheartened, I turn back, a few more years to go, I tell myself, Soon will be entrapped in an unbecoming […]

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Deluge Of Reality May 3, 2021

A shower like rainenliven the dawn.Cool and pleasantthe garden appearsfresh and lively. The droplets on the flowersglitter like diamond,the leaves shineas emerald, emanatinga soft silky reflection. As if in a tranceI stand all the whileholding to the gate withoutopening, with the keys.The paper boy throws the paperswith a force the papersstrike me on the che […]

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I Am Broken April 30, 2021

The quietude , I enjoy at home is in peril, My home and I synchronize, conjoin and live in peace. At dawn, I hear strange noises,It is unloading of goods. I come down, run outdoors, a truck with tables and cooking utensils. I learn that a restaurant is being set up. Walking back in dismay I sit on the […]

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Paralyzing April 28, 2021

A cousin of mine from Singaporecalls at six in the morning, I amat the main door unlatching, She warnsthe mutation of the virus behaveswith a vengeance, Stay home! I appreciate her concern, butat the same time the cautionsends an alarm, Unable to goahead with the chores, I stand mute. The sachet containing milklies in the […]

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That Is How It Goes! April 27, 2021

The five mango trees in the garden bear hundreds of mangoes each one has a different taste. sweet, bitter sweet, bitter. Alphonso, Grape, Malgoba .Neelam stand tall with branches spread wide. Apriland May see the peak. As the fruits are turning yellowI plan to harvest them. Krishna, my gardener, comes early to pluck them with a netted fruit plucker. He […]

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