Meenas PoemsA lover of classical Carnatic music.
An avid reader, passionate writer, into stocks and investments for livelihood
It is a call I hear
very close to my ear
all through the year
not one with fear.
It is a call I hear
it is not a call mere
all from the rear
one from the dear.
It is a call I hear
not one from the peers
it is one with tears
comes from near.
It is a call I hear
it sounds very clear
comes from my heart
well within my part.
I shy away from glare
I shirk away from a stare.
I try to seek in solitude
I like to think of beatitude.
This is my desire for long
I wish to pass off
into the song.
A name and a fame
comes with a claim
with a validity
not with strain
nor with any gain
could be of yester years.
A name and a fame
comes in so many claims
with a push and pull
not with sincerity
nor with any ingenuity
is vogue in recent years.
A name and a fame
comes in a tame
stands the test of times
that comes out of force
will not withstand the course
so be the difference in years.
The swan a symbol of pride
looks so beautiful on all sides
the profile is so elegant
the rear is so eloquent
the left lets out a charm
the right extends a balm.
Lovely, to see her glide in the waters.
Amazing, to watch her put up her feathers.
the stylish swim she undertakes
keep us mesmerised in a gaze
the calmness she professes in sail
calls for a loud hail.
The swan in Indian mythology
has no appropriate analogy
she is designed to be exclusive
she has the power of deductive
could sift the water from the milk exactly
a prowess of great merit definitely.
Like to read
all the categories and creeds
with potential leads.
The plain and frank you are
the stronger you could be
with nothing to hide behind you
you stand a chance to win.
The most secretive you are
the weaker you could be
with almost everything to conceal
you are prone to lose.
Do not think I preach
I say what I do
I move with an understanding
never too short of discerning.
I talk not about others
either in public or private
I have a lot to do for myself
restrict from talking about others.
This way I live
the one fault I find with me
I expect others to be like me
that could not be anyway.
I like not others talk about me
I say not I am above all
As I do not talk about them
I wish not to be commented about.
I stand shell shocked
I am aghast with agony
a puritan I thought
he would be
has turned a criminal
he could not be.
My heart sinks with pain
My heart weeps and sobs
a loner in life I thought
he would be
has turned a fraud
he could not be.
My mind pulls away in shame
My mind drags me out of fame
an affable guy I thought
he would be
has turned cruel
he could not be.
Well the feel and wish
he would be
has turned flat and blatant
he could not be
the real becomes fake
the duplicate turns original.
The process log
looks simple but extends long
being very long.
The clock strikes seven
ding dong goes its bell
I used to be in a hurry
not so anymore
The seven in the morning
a crucial time long back
with children at home
not so anymore.
The morning call at seven
a hectic time long before
the school bus honked so loud
not so anymore.
The alarm went mad at seven
ran here ran there long ago
my boys jumped over the fence
not so anymore.
The seven past in the morning
heaved a sigh of relief years back
with my boys packed to school
not so anymore.
Now the seven, or eight in the morning
I watch the school buses ply up and down
my sons not around me to get ready
very different all the more.
Three, two, one
the shots of the gun
heard from afar
came near
four, five and six
the dirty tricks
played at the back
came in a pack
seven, eight and nine
the intentions in line
showed up in a kind
could that be a find?
finally the ten
very much into the den
exposed the link in a trend
not related to a bend.
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