Meenas PoemsA lover of classical Carnatic music.
An avid reader, passionate writer, into stocks and investments for livelihood
The drizzle is so light
falls on the ground slight
it is so minute to the eyes
trickle and twist in tries
makes the soil glossy
shines through rather crazy
the breeze blows with a whistle
strikes the face gently like a thistle
the air around picks up the moisture
renders a beautiful weather
not very cool nor warm in nature
all the more pleasant in stature
the evening turns great in tone
an exhilarating outflow from the zone.
Dust the table
dust the chair
dust this and that
I command now and then
dust accumulates so fast
a day without dusting
creates a havoc
I go about with my dusting
find no time to dust the mind
which has gone black and sooty
could register none in its socket
a poor dame I am
too much worldly
penchant towards perfection
rather of the exterior
than that of the interior.
It is music
makes you not in toxic
leaves you intoxicated.
It is melody
extends a liberal mellifluous harmony
an exhilarating rhapsody.
it is a city big and famous
has grown large in many a way
its looks make me nervous
I happened to be there for days
the noise and bustle it makes
the din and dust it creates
the massiveness it fakes
the superiority it steers
kept me in awe for a time
gradually turned to a feel of nonchalant
the city behaved strangely all the time
the much ado seen provokes a disenchantment
the distance between places is in extremes
the commutation causes a havoc rather
the roads are unclean and crowded in the interim
none could move or progress either
a standstill operation is largely felt
boasts of its cosmopolitan and modern outlook
well, it is outlandish and very ridiculously dealt
being a mixture of both tradition and modern in look
it is neither this nor that in full
a clumsy city is the more you decipher in and out
the city is unwieldy and proportionately dull
beyond any nature of relaxation and enjoyment all throughout.
Turning eleven today
Not I expect rewards
not I want to hear praise
nor I wish to be admired
nor I like to be appreciated
I am nobody in this world
one who had seen many deceits
who had gone through many decamps
one who had been usurped squarely
being one of the sorts of the majority
require no brickbats or condemn
my actions speak for themselves
twists and distortions play a havoc
well, that is what I experience
from known and unexpected quarters
having helped many a person in their needs
be it an alliance for a wayward boy
be it a lift to a depressed man
owing to the paucity of funds
I have been referred wrongly
most unjustifiably by those who benefitted
I would wish them well in their endeavours
I have left them to the almighty.
Let Him take care of them.
The dawn and the dusk
the rise and the fall
the shine and the darkness
the brilliance and the dullness
the radiance and the indifference
all go to make the world
the one and the other
either prevails or disappears
a phenomenon of nature
a manifestation of life.
The worried mind
sees devils in the dark
while dogs bark.
An obsession it is
a depression it seems
a repercussion it brings
a dissolution it leads to
a resolution is a need
a solution would come
with that a celebration.
Meenas Poems 