Meenas PoemsA lover of classical Carnatic music.
An avid reader, passionate writer, into stocks and investments for livelihood
The loud blast of the speaker
nettles and shuttles the ears
the noise gets into the brain
causes a propositional drain
the head reels in a dizzy
the conscious oscillates in a frenzy
not happens to one but to all
yet the speakers go without a call
unrestricted in their own proceed
unknown to many around
it is a pollution of the sound
worse than the air prone
as the noise holds a serious tone
a menace to the human in all
a mishap to the society in full.
The cries shrill
came from a steep hill
enough to kill
It is a philosophy
not an atrophy
but a win-win trophy
ideas being lofty
thoughts bear a hefty
there is nifty
as well as thrifty
could trace a frugality
and a clarity
though they are a reality
they show a tranquility
with a sense of stability
found with a lot of equanimities
could this be the great philosophy?
A togetherness in a crowd
is a quality to be proud
how many of the loved
travel with humility in bowed
each one has the ego in a cloud
which echoes itself in a loud
the one over there cries aloud
the other one here shies cowed
with that comes a skirmish all in a way
followed by a tussle all through the day
that keeps each other in a bay
the protagonist and the antagonist stay
their chauvinism turns sour and loses
that much for the togetherness
where solidarity remains in the wilderness
and the loved ones trail i
n blessedness.
A stream I espy
reflects the sky
it feels shy as it runs
and runs across
with no flaws
goes on in a toss
could see ripples mild
a swirl and a twist piled
it flows almost filed
the flowers float in pairs
the fish swim with care
these be the noble shares
we notice in the stream’s hold
as it gently passes in the fold
the waters not very cold
it is a beautiful expression
nature’s priced installation
a glorious yet modest representation
It is a first hour in the morning
not I with a cup of tea
nor I with a newspaper in hand
I sit on the patio just gazing
my eyes do not rest on a focus
it hovers all through in a way
could hear the birds call
the nightingale in her sweet voice
comes out with a ku ku ku
the dogs on watch go to sleep
with a snarl and a growl
the lizards on my wall
make a noise strange
the mosquitoes after their nightly pursuits
go back to their breeding place
I sit there for long lost in a reverie
I wake up from my dream
as
the newspaper brushes past my face
the next hour on I am into the schedule
A revival of the past
the way I sang once
recollected fast
several decades hence
the voice in a mellifluous swing
reached the notations high
came down to the base as a spring
now it strains to go up in the fly
remains stuck between the wings
cracks and creaks almost
breaks and filters in a post
yet I sing in a closed space
afraid of being teased in the open
the music in me finds its place
as I sing in the privacy chosen.
My heart sank
I felt tired
It is the countenance.
To camouflage
I put up a smile
vain and empty.
To associate myself
I talk few words
relevant or irrelevant.
To pass the time
I sit with a pleasant face
all is weird and stale.
I
Flying is fun
embark and fly but breathe
after reaching the destination.
Flights have disappeared
not once but twice all too sudden
for reasons unknown.
The rationality behind
pilot’s suicide
, his carelessness, a snag
all human trepidations.
Long time since I thought of the world
as I am away from the world
far into the world of my words
I stand on a precipice high above
I have nothing to support
well, that could be my life in and out
lived so long with none on board.
A case of loneliness, it could be
not am I a solitary child as to be
born with siblings five a good number
been always out of their circle, I remember
how did it happen I am not aware
yet I grew up with no share
got a little of the high volumes
yet they always bubbled with fumes
knew not for what reason it was
deliberated long to know the cause
success was never by my side
jealousy runs high like a gigantic tide
this is at my mother’s place
also similar to the in-laws case
as it would be an easy surmise now
my spirits sink very low
I live amidst my families right
physically it is a straight hit
I am miles and miles away from them
I have many chances to see them
my mind carries me away very fast
now they are strangers to me in a cast
this could be the edge of the world in a focus
I could see an opened door that shows a grand status.
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