Meenas PoemsA lover of classical Carnatic music.
An avid reader, passionate writer, into stocks and investments for livelihood
I made a garland
it looked grand
I stringed together
the flowers together
two in the upward
two downward
put the twine around
tied a knot
they were held in place
the way I went on
the garland took shape
mixed the flowers
yellow, green and red
had some white and rose in between
the garland turned wonderful
a simple offering to God
being my way of worship.
Deceived by all
she stands there very tall
she did not fall.
Would have fallen
as expected by all
but she grew tall.
She grew tall
because of her resolute call
surprising for all.
she did not fall.
Her resolute call
flaunted others expectations in all
she grew
Rare pieces of art
catch my eye
I wish to buy
the prices being so high
I refrain with a see
that keeps me in glee
I look at those with a sigh
oh! no, the prices are so high.
The monsoon has arrived
showers light and heavy
keeps us in a thrive
the heat taxes, not in a levy
the temperature has come down
the cool mornings with a drizzle intermittent
the noon that used to drown
with perspiration and discomfort incessant
has tamed incredibly to a mild condition
the evenings bring a cool wave bearable
while the nights extend a cold rendition
the days hereinafter would bring in cheer
a welcome respite from the scorching heat.
The tale goes like a tail
long in an elongation
a plausible story all possible
the deceit of a duo in a forfeit
they join hands in a conjoining
betray the third one in the fray
they have succeeded in a succession
amassed enough in en masse
continue to do so in the continuous moves
hope to elope with the plunder
would they ? a curiosity out of the woods
have to wait to find how they behave
I am so finicky
a touch me not
an introvert in all
resolute and focused
Do I look crazy?
well, that is what I am.
Talk to a few only
could talk no more
settle within my circle
never want to extend
Do I sound silly?
well, that is what I am.
Like not to dine out
the little I eat
has to be from home
confined to the home
Do I seem cranky?
well, that is what I am.
I spend time gazing at the sky
the stars twinkle
the moon shines
the sun scorches
I find an equanimity with them
Do I resemble a fool?
well, that is what I am.
I read books many
listen to music often
imagine me to be a writer of fame
write, what I know in a stroke
Do I speak like an eccentric?
well, that is what I am.
I am very sensitive
hurt I get in a wink
when bruised I sob
withdraw as quick as I can
Do I take the cue of a lunatic?
well, that is what I am.
Grades do count
in physical, material and mental
notch the top.
it is a long chat
going on for hours
could it be for a progression
would it be for a promotion
is it a kind of retrospection?
I watched the discussion
far from any observation
could hear only voices
should I call it a noise
could it relate to any choice
Does it hold anything of poise?
I contemplate all the while
as they enter the details to a file
would it reflect anything in style?
could it lead to a succession in a trial?
nay nothing to that in the dial
it is a time passing one
more so of a time killing one.
It is radiance
Bright and one of brilliance
Not one of the outward light
Where the sun fills up in blight
The resplendent mind
Shines wih a smile kind
Not that the charm lies in a deign
Exudes from a look benign
Compassion is a lively spirit
Found mostly in the Holy Spirit
Seen in man not so much in fact
If expressed he eludes the pact
Rises to the level of Gòdliness
A harbinger of graciousness,
With the morn not so brght
The sky not very cĺear
The clouds in haze
With the winds not so strong
The breeze in a gentle move
The atmosphere rather cool
With the rains not so heavy
The drizzle very light
The pace little marshy
With the break of dawn
The birds not seen anywhere
The men inside homes
There seems to be peace
A transcendental feel
Felt all throughout
A kind of meditation
A salvation in bliss.
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