Author: meenas17

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

Bearings and Moorings.

The bearings and the moorings
keep me in a bond
a make shift is always calling
thrusts me in a pond.

The pond is quite shallow
with a marshy tract
I could find none other below
solely under a pact.

The pact that is drawn effectively
is not all that invasive
it is a coordination of the points rightly
but does not hold as it is effusive.

The effusive nature gets across
wherever it could in a way
gradually it climbs with a toss
tumbles down on the fray..

The tumble down is tumultuous
a sordid desperate fall all the more
a speedy slide being infectious
that is very unexpected as before.

Tags pact., Poem, pond, shallow

thoughts

Like to read my mind
come and test it.
it is full of thoughts
some very idiotic
others very relevant
they combine together
form a chemical compound
unable to segregate
as they fuse together
their identities are lost
they become so tricky
that working on them
proves difficult
The idiotic dominates
the irrelevance overwhelms
that be the range
where wisdom falls short
presenting a clueless strain.

Tags creates, matter, Mind, Poem

thoughts

The Struggle.

The struggle that enters
from corners unexpected
the feel of bitter experience
finds hard to go through the throat
Yet it has to struggle to get deep
to get digested and pass on
otherwise would lead to a choke
that would stagger and stagnate
endangering the life at all cost
with that be the end of the loss
which would be hard to reconstitute
or still difficult to retrieve
so be the effort to adjust and accommodate
there goes the smooth passage down
without any friction or falter.

Tags goes., persists, Poem, struggle

thoughts

Just Over There.

An opening of a workshop
there is jubilation all around
crackers go up into the sky
with a loud noise makes one deaf
the beat of drums with no rhythm
add to the sound with a discordance
the guests walk round talking incessantly
that make up the environ most sonorous
the speech of the chief guest echoes
through the microphone in full blast
followed by the honours and felicitations
the calmness of the surrounding is shattered
not for this one day in all proportions
but would be throughout the year
with the growling of engines
and puffing of the smoke all through
along with the spray guns deployed
to paint the worn out vehicles
all here be pollutions in strength
that of noise, air and others in the run.
The beauty of being exclusive is lost in no time.
Yes, we do not know what would happen the next hour?

Tags Noise, Poem, Pollution, workshop

thoughts

The Expansion.

The thoughts widen
when you see out
of your range
The mind brightens
when you experience
beyond your limits.
It might sound unusual
away from the norms
but whatever be that
the expansion is lively
the extension stimulates.
Go with it steadily
the enlightenment descends
with an illumination
that be the grace
that be the poise
which makes us better
than the counterparts.

Tags expansion, extension, Poem, thoughts

thoughts

The Election

The elections over
the majority triumphs in hover
the minority lower.

Tags Election, Haiku, majority, minority, poll

thoughts

A Seizure _ Poetry.

Poetry should be a seizure
it should be a shake
it is a bolt from the blue
say many critics
I do not go by them
poetry is a pleasure
an expression of the mind
comes from the depth of the heart
loaded with feel and rhythm.

My way of writing is thus
might be a sober vent out
a sullen let out from the heart
that on the flow might be slow
makes you listen with attention
where you identify with the poet
slowly you lose yourself in his thoughts
that be the grasp. of the poem
and the grip of the poet.

Tags bolt. blue, Poem, seizure, shake

thoughts

The Change.

The furlong is replaced
the mile is not seen
the yards have disappeared
come now the kilometers
that be for the distance
accompanied by their sisters
brothers and cousins
for weight and height
the width and length
get a new measurement
the change is the only thing
that be permanent
so we could envisage
another system soon
that qualify the measurements
with the F.P.S system
giving way to the C.G.S
there might another alphabetic coinage
appropriate for the new.
that be too soon
as we get bores with the existing
Change makes us revel and enjoy

Tags Change., measurement, Poem, unit

thoughts

The Long Week

The week seems to be long
with nothing to do all along
A visit here and a drop there
makes the week look all bare
The move is slow dead slow
there is no call to follow
yet I carry on with a gleam
a pretension it might seem.
It is so all in the mood
as there is nothing so good
I carry a load in my mind
what to do with it in kind
it is there with me for long k
keeps me in tension all along
Well, this be a lonely song
coming from a person wrong.