Author: meenas17

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

Random Selection

It was a random selection
done with a distraction
never to any point of definition
very much simple in proposition
not akin to any perfection
very common and ordinary
had to be accepted without query
dissatisfaction expressed in a hurry
would take one to pick up rivalry
finally end up in a terrible desolation
without any tangible resolution
only would be extreme frustration
leads us to a deep depression
away from any progress
an undeniable onus.

Tags Deliberation, distraction, onus., Poem, Progress, rivalry, selection

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Friends and Friendly

Friendship is beautiful
where there is give and take
an understanding is wonderful
with the sacrifice in the make.

Friends are in a general way
a breed different in all
with no relations in stay
the proximity receives a call.

Friendly goes the word in a song
a lively solicitation enters
the rapport blossoms so long
till the approach of banter.

Friends are friendly in nature
the friendship continues without struggle
sustains its lively stature
proceeds without any wriggle.

Tags friendly, friends, friendship, Poem

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A Long Time Absentee

A long time absentee
been on a travelling spree
away from home for a duration
writing though with a passion
not many in the row as usual
penning a few in casual
picturing what I saw along
sometimes with a belong
other times scribbling a verse
without much attachment fierce
spent most of the hours seeing
land, people, and culture in a swing
an experience absolute and exact
that worked on my feelings intact
a great break from the routine as well
far away from the place I dwell
an ecstatic moment in the perception
a lovely feast to the eyes sans deception.
J

Tags absent, Deception, long, pen, Perception, Poem, Travel., verse

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The Wind and Rain

he wind blows with a sound
it is terrific in the round
hissing and wheezing it takes off
storming and roaring it progresses
whining and whimpering it ends
the wind then blows off.

The branches of trees swirl fast
the leaves fall down in a rustle
the place is strewn with twigs
comes down the rain in a drizzle
a welcome shower to drench with cheer.

The rain starts with a rhythmic chant
the tiny drops fall with a poise
followed by the big drops on the field
it picks up speed with an enchanting prowl
the lovely pour down appears fantastic.

The parched land seems to brighten
enlivened by the ripples of the rain
the tumultuous showers enliven the soil
the fecundity is aroused with force
there all along are signs of prosperity
significant and symbolic of growth.

Tags blow., brighten., drizzle, flow, Poem, Rain, ripples, Sound, wind

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The Truce

Post author By meenas17
Post date June 9, 2014
1 Comment on The Truce

It was a cease-fire
the consequences were dire
dead bodies lay in the pyre
they were set on afire
yet the animosity lingered
the ego had to be tinkered
peace had to be enforced
the anger had not to be aroused.
painful it was to work on a treaty
there was many an ambiguity
the treatise was signed reluctantly
and the fight came to a halt temporarily.

Tags animosity, ceasefire, Poem, treaty., truce

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The Wait.

Post author By meenas17
Post date June 9, 2014
1 Comment on The Wait.

I had to wait a little
made me frettle
I was like a kettle
boiling and fuming .

The time dragged on
I sat there all alone
would have flown
if not for the necessity,

Wait, I had to for long
lost my patience not wrong
diffused in the throng
I stood aghast and irritated.

It seems to be over the move
I had nothing to prove
jumped into the car and drove
an end to the wait finally.

Tags kettle, lost, Patience., Poem, Wait

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My Cook Contradicts

Arguments with my cook
go on forever and ever
today it started off
for a simple issue of sugar
I lose my temper in the quick
spell out bitter words
while he gets worked up
and grumbles to himself
It starts in a way
when I say with anger
I gave a cup of sugar
only yesterday
he refutes quickly
with a retort sharp
saying it was day before yesterday
emphasises each and every word
that too in tone high
with a pause and a drag
infuriates me very badly
I shout at him
and he keeps on mumbling
the hour turns unpleasant
as the sugar loses its sweetness
and becomes stale and tasteless.

Tags Anger., argues, Bitter, cook, grumbles. sugar, mumbles, Poem, shout

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Myself in Weddings.

Weddings and festivals keep coming
a compulsory attendance has to be marked
belonging to a community small in number
with almost all turning relatives
the presence is a must
the clan engage in a tradition peculiar
handing out gifts for all happenings
be it for birth, puberty, marriage,
house-warming and the last being death
must be astonished to note this abnormality
which now has turned tiring and exhaustive
as the age picks up with great speed
there is a demand for rest greatly
the body has become so worn out
squatting being the custom of ours
hard to fold the legs into two
as the knees ache and cry desperately
Oh! literally I could hear my knees
emit a creak and a shriek
once having sat down with effort
it is another wrestle and tussle
to get up from the folded posture
positioning after that with a stretch subtle
any bold move would become visible
have to walk towards the dining
first with a stagger and slant
with the warm up after few steps
I regain the normal poise and face
the food so lavish and delicious
with dishes too many to work on
like to take the little I can
finally come out bidding adieu
with a broad smile and wi folded hands
the most unlike of me in the normal go
with that comes the end of my sojourn
for a particular occasion almost.