Meenas PoemsA lover of classical Carnatic music.
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The general impression
goes the talk a little while ago
all are but impressions
why want to talk with an ego?
to the pint come straight I
we will no longer wait I
the crowd grew impatient I
as the confederation lead to a deviant I
it was a beat around a bush for the sake
no tangible effort on the take
it was a round about way to say no
could have come with a direct hit and say no
they are too much in a dilemma
know not how to say “No”
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An accused came before
he stood with heads down
when questioned kept quiet
never was the same as before.
Is it a way of acceptance?
I 
really do not know
Yet he did not answer to any query
could it be a mute acceptance?
Truth is bitter always
it shatters in most ways
never leave it anyway
abide by it always.
Trust 
in a person should be absolute
if it is not it would complicate
thought I once and relied on trust
now have realized it is not worth a test
as faith in one had let me down badly
principally and monetarily in totality
I hate myself for what I had been
now want to change over and am keen
my experience tells me to be wary
if not you would be drummed fully.
a piece of advice I wish to circulate
want it to be very articulate.
Mercy is twice blessed
blesses the one that gives
and that one who takes
That be of mercy
think of greed
it is twice cursed
curses the one that gives
curses the other who takes
think of deceit
it is twice an evil
destroys the one who does
destroys the other who lets it be done
so go the sayings new and old
take it or leave it is y
our goal.
The moon peeps through my window
as I set the head on my pillow
I stare at her devouring her beauty
she returns it with a glare pretty
the whiteness is pure without a blemish
it was a flawless hue all whitish
I lie down contemplating quietly
the moon shines lavishly
I refrain from closing the window
for fear of losing the picturesque glow
how long I was like that I do not know
could be till sleep overwhelmed me in slow.
it is a drawing beautiful
a pencil sketch
very expressive and wonderful
especially the batsman’s sketch
disappointment writs large in his face
he pouts and purses his lips
perhaps it could be a case
suggestive of a tip
the batsman has missed
he is caught and bowled
should be fairly amiss
definitely
a duck out.
A devil and a demon
never say amen
they cry foul
always wth a growl.
A devil and a demon
never resemble a lemon
they are dark
and usually bark.
A devil and a demon
never come in dozens
they are alone
and are ever forlorn.
A devil and a demon
live in a dungeon
they are crooked
and are certainly wicked.
The devil and the demon
wear no nice garments
they smell and stink
and have an aimless blink.
You could identify them easily now
mean the devil and demon you know
found everywhere in our midst
oh! that is the tryst.
Magnanimity is misconstrued
if shown in unwanted place
expressed in a manner subdued
it excels with a grace.
Magnanimous to the extended
has been the style always
understands and feels offended
is a late realization in a way.
Could have been little magnanimous
to his wife and children
he was magnificently gorgeous
with strangers and the brethren.
He feels for his wrong attitude
too late now in all
as his ward show no gratitude
looks now crestfallen.
it is a long day
uneventful in a way
nothing transpired
not any inspired
yet the day passes
without any impasse
sucks and erodes
could lead to a corrode
certain days tend to be so
not all days could be lively in a show
the good and bad exist together
so do cheer and fear 
together
accept what it is worth for
that would take yo very far.
Meenas Poems 