Author: meenas17

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

Quake In Kathmandu

Every day breaks with a news
that be of any use
days ago it was a storm
a day ago it was another form
being an earthquake in Kathmandu.

The rains and winds in Sydney
paralysed life being windy
raged violently for three days at the most
loss of lives being minimal almost.

The quake yesterday in Nepal
devasted life to a fall
existed for a moment although
enough to commit a collapse in the go.

Disasters all around the earth
occur so soon in a dearth
science and technology stand silent
unable to cope with the violent.

The week past
seems to be lost
wish it lasts
the weather was pleasant
quite different
the Month of April
is always hot in a tell
the week past
was pleasant
with plenty of sunshine
copious rains
a mild wind bit breezy
all made one crazy
a lovable week
a little of a freak.

Tags Past., Poem, week

achievement. Poetry

The Nuptials

A deviation from the usual
a direct hit on the crucial
a straight entry into the ritual
that be effectual
could we see through the actual
could be in a factual
that is how the listings go
come then the initials
be it a union of individuals
into the holy pact of the nuptials
a gregarious celebrations officially
after that a moderate living in value
proves to be a successful pattern instantly.

Tags nuptial, Poem, successful

Poetry wellness

Pack the bags

Pack the bags
pack the sack
walk in the track
set on your way
mind not the day
go all gay
if need stay
try a pray
ease out in a play
that could be in a say
a wellness in a way.

Tags Day, pack, Poem, Way .

food Poetry

The Old Order

Being used to a variety
both in food and attire
with a tradition interlocked
I seem to be a difficult person.

Food should have a taste
not to go away from the old
never to turn and deviate
always to the recipes of old.

Attire should have a grace
not to be lead astray
never to divert and copy
always to the modesty in play.

That be my ideas of the essentials
never to cross over in differential
a sticker to the old order
flexible to the modern with modesty in mind.

Tags Old, order, Poem

peaceful Poertry

The Fish

The fish does not sleep
could that be true?
I sit there and peep
into the waters blue
see them swim through
never could find them in sleep.

Why is it so? I keep thinking
how could any living being
survive the days without sleeping
it is but the way the fish live
close not their eyes in a dive
a strange behaviour hard to believe.

The fish is known to be peaceful
its eyes blink through the days in full
its movements are lively and gleeful
nice to watch its swim all through
right in the oceanic blue.

Tags fish, Poem

Poetry

Birthdays

The hundred-year-old man
celebrates his birthday
so does a one-year-old baby
cuts the cake for his birthday
both do it with a help obvious
one being too old to hold the knife
the other being too little to hold the knife
the fear being the same in both
an injury would be the cause of a tremor
all the same it could be of a playful handle
yet they celebrate for the cause of others
the hundred-year-old for the sake of his progeny
the one year for the wish of his parents
not so for their own in both
as one has lost his memory years back
the other has not built his memory till now.

Tags birthday, celebrations, Poem

journey Poetry

A Long Road——-Symbolism

It is a long road
very long and broad
no ups and downs all through
but a few speed breakers through
promises a peaceful ride
with vehicles by the side
no overtakes in store
no honking in score
a regulated drive
in orderly files
the travel turns enjoyable
could also turn enviable
a similarity is seen in life
the long road delivers a strife
interruptions in the form of commitment
instigations in the term of an indictment
with competitions and compulsions
go to make up for the propositions
mark the journey of life in style
could be one of happiness in trial
could also deal with failures too.

Tags Poem, road

greeting Poetry

Vanga, Vanga.

It is a vanga
a welcome word
resounds in my world
echoes with a fluency
pronounced with a buoyancy
a simple word as such
connotes a pleasure much
the guests are honoured
as they are greeted with vanga,vanga
blissful is the experience
grand is the reference.

Tags Poem

organic. Poetry

The Yellow Bananas

The bananas in my fruit basket
gleams yellow and gold with a target
they are in such fine shape
held together with a tape
the natural one I mean
with a tinge of green
they lie on my table
not for long as in the fable
one by one they disappear
the number dwindles in an appear
cause being the delicious taste
all organically grown not in haste
as in the fertilised banana groves
not artificially ripened in the troves
those who see put their tongues out
smack the lips up and down in a float
the bananas are a proven delight
keeps all in a fantasy.