Come to my land
go with a band
fold the hands
take an elegant stand
look not bland
show up grand
create your brand
live happily amidst all 
that be your life in all
as you slowly diffuse into sand.
Author: meenas17
A lover of classical Carnatic music.
An avid reader, passionate writer, into stocks and investments for livelihood
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The Little Robin Red Breast.
The little robin red breast
sat on a high rest
called out at its voice best
his love set forth a test
perhaps for a jest
hid herself behind a thorny bush
the little robin flew win a rush
could not find her in the lush
finally settled down with a hush
the female after a lot of fuss
came out smiling glorious
the robin kissed her all gracious
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The Indications
The throb amidst the throng
the cheer seen in a sneer
the charm found in calm
the hope felt in a slope
the life with a strive
all show in a glass
contradictions indicate
existence in all tense.
The temple above the hills
a place beautiful and still
throbs with life this month particular
the l month called karthigai in vernacular
when devotees from all walks of life
come to the temple with a dedicated strife
go around the temple singing hymns in emotion
go up the hill with full devotion
with coconuts and bananas in a basket
along with flowers and betel leaves
pray to the presiding deity Shanmugha
chanting in ecstasy “arokara, arokara”
light up the specially made maavillaku
that being of rice flour and jaggery mixed
with the cotton thread profusely soaked
as ghee is liberally smothered on it
lights up with a gentle flame glowing
a sight so profound and gracious
a sequence of bliss and calm
up there the God is bathed in milk and curd
then with sandal and sacred ash
finally dressed up like a king
the crowd goes fanatic as they shout
“Muruga, Muruga” with eyes turning moist
go down the steps as if in a trance
the fulfillment comes to a vivacious turn
with many devotees extending food to the poor
a ritual carried on by generations, no doubt
a symbol of devotion and charity merged together
as the wealth passes on to the progeny
so does nobility flows from the elders to the younger
the month karthigai finds a place
a rank, a status honourable and divine.
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The Back Door Walks In
A cold night it was
the family was in a relax
the seven little children in smiles great
after a dinner with nothing to grumble in rate
the mother settling her chores in a hurry
the father busy with the dishes all too dreary
the eldest one playing “Clash of clan” happily
the next three playing with lego sweetly
while the youngest three almost asleep
a friend of the family snoring deep
a noise, very slight from the backyard
then a creak and a screech not too bad
followed by a big thud and bang deafening
the wife stood motionless and quivering
the husband rushed to the spot in panic
while the friend held the children together
the back door moved with a stagger inside
devastated the family stood aghast on all sides
the snow creeped inside slowly and stealthily
the dark night became a nightmare gradually
all nine of them trapped inside the house
with the snow around them creating a chaos
Small things fascinate me
a rose for instance enraptures
so do an ant
also a chocolate devastates
music in a likelihood intoxicates
and the 
nature totally distracts
leave alone a poem or fiction
take me up in a flight
as I lose touch with reality
live in a world of fascination
you might call it an illusion
forgetting the role, I have to play
my daily life runs amuck
while I unknowingly get stuck
know not how to come out
a crazy damsel all in the go.
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Not One But A Pair
They live there
sitting in a big chair
not as one but in a pair
grin at us with a smile
chuckle with a vile
act in a style
purr and whimper
jump and scamper
they are not small beings
very clever in their doings
smart in the thinking
make us look little
as they giggle
we face a struggle
as to shoo them off
needs a skill great thereof.
The dark as it unfolds
enters not very bold
comes with a look cold
as the light gets on board
with its paraphernalia on-road
the take off assumes a grandeur
as the sun slowly descends at yonder
the yellowish red hue keeps one in rapture
the picturesque moment is one to capture
the dark meekly comes into the horizon
timid and fearful all without reason
a thickness enwraps the zone
where nothing could penetrate even in tone
the rigidity extends a qualm and a soreness
down the spine travels the bitter chilliness
the feeling around is one of unfriendliness
yet the earth is punctuated by light and darkness
Be that the law of nature elucidating a significance
| Zero and infinity are not one and the same.
Zero is a nothing almost bare. infinity is everything uncountable. To me, both look one and the same as Zero encompasses everything in nothing while infinity encircles so many things beyond this might be that and that might be this not in real terms but that could be in abstract. |
Snow pummels all through
falls in a precipice without a clue
the cold sneaks into the bones
it is killing freeze in tone
know not where the houses stand
sheets of snow lie there as strands
a sudden spurt it was all in a burst
doors and panels all covered with the crust
vehicles have come to a halt and stay
passengers are stranded midway
nothing to drink or munch
could only drink snow as such
the thirst is satiated thus
it is a disbelief in full stretch
whiteness lies in a wretch
the Federation clasps its fingers in turmoil
redeeming itself is a task requiring toil
the onset of winter is harsh
wicked looks the white snow
disastrous would be the days ahead.
God be with you, Northern America!
Meenas Poems 