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About meenas17

A lover of classical Carnatic music. An avid reader, passionate writer, into stocks and investments for livelihood

The Mind Rains


it is about the time
one thing after another
happens so quick
being hard to adjust
I watch the skies,
where the stars twinkle
and clouds gather ,intense
they look as if rain is
about to reach the ground.

The rains do not come
so do my thoughts,
Both stick to the darkness
create a shadow intense.
too thick to penetrate.
seem to explode any moment,
remain subdued as if in a state
of coma.

The mind works on
with the calculations.
Weighs the pros and cons
too much to resolve.
So do the rain laden clouds.
move and migrate in pandemonium
apparently restless stay perplexed
behave in a chaotic fashion.

A flash from somewhere,
I light up .Enthusiastic
go with the decision,
fulfilling the task before
any mishap, I rush.
The out pour is tremendous.
A great coincidence
enthuses me with a delight.

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Flow Like A River


The roll of honour
an award, and the prize.
are a sort of intoxication.

Similar to the pat
in the back, an encouragement
“You can do too”.

Bring a momentous inspiration
a moment of joy. enlivens.
One of cherish all the more.

They elude most of the time
reaches at the most
unexpected occasion.

You, me and she
are no exceptions.
Each one performs.

The highest reward is
none other than the effort.
Carry on , you will win,

I am not preaching,
talking with an experience
of both joy and grief.

In my case, disappointments
are too many, endorsements
are few.

I go on, no matter
what be the result,
a straight ride ahead.

Known Yet Unknown Villain


Animosity being felt,
expressed in ways
myriad and unknown
turns Meera’s life miserable
as an unwanted
turmoil oppresses
both the physique
and mind. A simultaneous
barrage inflicts more
harm than arms
and ammunition.

It is of a sibling rivalry
prior to Meera’s wedding ,
emanates not from
her own kin as one would expect
but from the in laws
family. Commences with
an anonymous letter,
alleging the bridegroom
to have some unknown disease.
far from a good choice.

The person who hides behind
a veil of goodness, plays
he game of deceit Plants
trouble wherever Meera
goes. Resorts to witchcraft.
She suffers ill health, faces
business setbacks, her children
experience the duress. She avoids
seeing the one, distances herself
as far as she could, still he
is not appeased.

Continues the demeaning activities
with renewed vigour. He will
not stop till Meera’s end or his end
whichever occurs early.

A Real Time Calling


The turn of events,
when the unexpected
happens sends
a strange, unbelievable
sensation.

As it holds with a fitness
the day I when I woke up,
got the shock of my life
when I saw the entire ]
surrounding different.

The bed is in wrought iron.
the windows where of glass
the door is a single one
while the bath looked
tiny, I remain speechless.

Picking myself, I walk
to the parlour,I could
find none,. Try to get down
the stairs, well I find
myself in the ground floor.

Surprised I move to the kitchen
the broad one has become narrow,
I go to the back yard
face the wall which is but
a few yards apart.

It takes a few minutes
for me to realize
that I have flown a long way
I am in my second home.
A real time calling.

Black Crow


A bird black in hue
eyes with a deviant
beak slight grey
a common feature
in the part of world, India
where it is held with significance.

It is a practice in most homes
where the cooked food
is placed on the walls or yards,
the lady of the house
imitates the crow’s caw.
The bird flies down.

Belief being customary,
runs in the orthodox Hindu families,
that on the “Srardham, the anniversary
of the departed ancestors, food cooked
mostly their favourite dishes
partaken by the crow, symbolises
the appeasement of the dead

There is an expectation,
one of the arrival of guests
if the crow caws incessantly.
If two crows cross your way
you are bound to greet
good luck.

Work Is God


It is a sensation, one of a reward
a visit to the lands
after a break
seeing the greenery,
the tall trees,
huge fruits on the ground
harvested a few minutes back.
To hear the sound a thud,
a fall, from heights
when few red berries
shatter with a gleam,
.
Going behind the harvester
watch him pull the fruits
with a focus, a vigorous tug to the fruit
accompanied by a jerk makes
the fruit, enormous in size
tumble down. The pickers
stack them in a wheel barrow
take them to the driveways .
A skilled worker hauls with a spear
like implement, loads them
into the lorry. Off they go
to the Palm Oil Mills.

It is a day, well spent.
While being in the plantations
my bad knees behave good
as I walk through the trees
without any pain, stand
throughout the hours
supervising the harvest,
perhaps they understand
my passion.

Work is God to me.

Eid Mubarak


It is time,
so says Mohamed,
throw a feast
to the near and dear,
not to forget the needy.
The day is remarkable
that of Eid Mubarak.

Being the culmination
of Haj pilgrimage, a recall
of the sacrifice of Abraham
the day is a celebration,
a festive mood for all Muslims
who extend good wishes.

A contemplation follows
while all faiths preach
tolerance and sacrifice
where do men learn
shooting and warfare?
Seem a contradiction.

Let each one from
the Islamic faith avow
not to take weapons,
not to inflict hurt,
nor spread terror, expressing
the true Mubarak spirit.

Eid Mubarak