Author: meenas17

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

Poetry

The High You Think

The one who thinks high of oneself
finds the most abject of his self
I know one who speaks so high
that I almost forgot who amI?
he or she that does not matter
intrudes with the incessant chatter
talks and hastens to add
glorifies with a fad
considers him to be top
be it in looks or wealth in a nonstop
behaves so funny and clumsy in a way
all at a time in a fray and in a play
light headed he is all the more
levelheaded s he has to become even more
if not there is surely a disaster on the anvil
time to change his outlook with a will.

Tags High, Poem

goal live Poetry

Hand To Mouth Existence

I am not ashamed of myself
I have not earned a single penny
I say this quite often to myself
as if it is a citation.

Money favours a few
I am not the one
as I always hunt for it
search with an effort.

Right from my twentieth year
money never stayed with me
it comes and goes
as often and in speed.

I am frugal and pennywise
do not call me pound foolish
as I have not seen a full pound
all the years in my life.

Having lived for a half century and ten
I still look for money everywhere
it trickles from nowhere all the time
I spend whatever I have at that time.

This is the way I have lived so far
happy with what little I have
joyous to do what I like
with none to intercept and overpower.

Does anyone like to live like me?
I see no hands up in acceptance
Oh ! no what a wish I propose
a hand to mouth existence in the goal.

Tags frugal, Poem

humid Poetry

Live In A Chase.

I live in two places mainly
both very ancient and historical
one above the equator
the other just below the equator
where it is the sun always
shines through the days
no respite whatsoever
no other seasons more so ever
rains come and go in one place
it is torrid and hot
in the other they stay with me most
yet scorching and hot
I am destined to live I such places only
I long for a cool and moderate weather mightily.
I will not be fortunate to live in this life
perhaps if I have another life
no, I dare not think of another one
as this life has proved to be exasperating
well,, I have lived all through
only a few more years to go through
wish them they could be only days
as I do not want to live in a chase.

Tags Life, Poem

cheap Poetry sake

The Small TImers.

The small timers they are
behave as what they are
small in mind and heart
could be easily bought
a day with them in general
is an experience in all
they sneak and sniff
smell and go in a jiffy
never do they show any poise
as they are cheap in all choice
money is the lure at all times
as that is their most prime
they would wear a fox’s skin
and would pick from the bin
money being the cause
without that they would never pause.

Tags Money, Poem

desirable gait Poem

Divine Grace.

It is grace they say
a divine grace in a way
that overwhelms the crowd
who shout aloud
they shake and cry
never at all shy
raise their voice
throw their choice
excited they are
exaggerated they wear
studs, bracelets and chains
gaudy shirts with thick metals
all go to make the scene unholy
the frenzied shouts haunt the ears
their gait teases the eyes
altogether a not so desirable event
but has become a powerful deviant.

Tags frenzy, Poetry

Poetry

Truth Would never Let You Down.

Post author By meenas17
Post date May 5, 2015
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Angered at yesterday’s turn of events
fell on my bed with a split headache
what could be the reason for this advent?
I checked the days incidents for the sake
opening out the happenings and laying it bare
I found out the causes for the transformation.

Indeed, it is nothing to hurt the mind
it is but a gimmicky for the time being
the preamble for the stretch that lies behind
would come to light with the truth surfacing
that would be not in the recent as I feel
would break open when the time arises.

The truth could never be suppressed
it would come out with a spurt
none could restrict or repress
it would stand as evidence without request
that is the charisma of truth all said and done
a great quality that has to be enhanced all the more.

Tags Poem, Truth, value

particle Poetry ring

The Follicle

it is a follicle
a small particle
that lay beneath
very well underneath
nothing of value I thought
did not bother in a sort
as I was whiling away my time
the clock before me did chime
I rose up to go
noticed my ring in the go
saw a stone missing in a row
so made a low bow
saw the stone lying there
took it with great care
saw it in close quarters
it is beauty was startling
I admired it for a while
then saw its fit and style
it was none the less
the stone from my ring’s tress.

Tags follicle, Poem

hurt Poetry

Man Is Incorrigible.

The place opposite to my house
once had monkeys in the most
the space now is a repair shop
thought no monkeys would hop
I am proved wrong now
as I see them dancing in a flow
they used to hop and stop on trees
now they do so on bars very free
the trees had been felled atrociously
the monkeys cast their spell mischievously
that be the ruin of Nature by man
he does much harm as much as he can

Tags Poem, Trees

Poetry

What I Am?

Come what may
I live in my own way
not perturbed or bothered
as I am not a wayward
I know my limits
accordingly I remit
I talk of what I know
never do I show
pride and disrespect
moderation is a game
compromise is always tame
I fight for my due till the end
never for anything I bend
I might be called firm and resolute
that is what I am in absolute.

Tags moderation, Poem

Poem thrilled

Long Live My Sons ——-“Atha”.

Post author By meenas17
Post date May 2, 2015
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Come the weekends
I sit tied to my phone
there could be no end
the rings come nonstop in tone
the calls would be in order
the first from my first son
who lives in the northern border
the next from my second son
who lives in the southern hemisphere
finally from my youngest one
who lives in the same sphere
all call me in the same tone
and utter the very word “atha”
( the Tamil equivalent of mother)
the eldest one talks in a mild voice
the same way he used to call me as a kid
the second one bursts out with emotion across
as he used to hug me when he was a kid
the third comes in an authoritative tone
the very way he used to beat me around as a kid
they have changed and fathered children
their voices till remains the same to me
and it is that call that brings me out of the den
My sons, I love you all the more and most.
Long Live all of you!—-“Atha”.