The thought crosses me now
a full decade after
I knit my brow
I deliberate harder
as incidents pass slow
how the protagonists cried foul
the way they hurled allegations
their cry similar to a howl
a shout as of unbound accusations
centered around a poignant prowl
a plan to degrade the rightful all the same .
Alas! their schemes have not found light
they have backfired
a sad plight
never did I or they anticipated the same.
A twist to the tale carefully built
that be the way every story ends up
now they blink with guilt
a status of misfortune all up.
Author: meenas17
A lover of classical Carnatic music.
An avid reader, passionate writer, into stocks and investments for livelihood
A Pain They Say
A pain in the heart
a hear attack they say
I feel it is sadness in all ways
a grievance oppressing the heart.
A pain in the head
a migraine they call
I suspect it is melancholy in fall
unbearable to the head.
A pain elsewhere
be it in other parts of the body
might be due to disease in shoddy
to me it is an outcome of grief.
The mind is the culprit.
The heart is the target .
The thought circumscribes through the bet.
Circumvents the whole being in a pit.
Thus goes all the ailment.
Physical it might look outward
the mental causes the
drain inward
cross and clash do they in a fulfillment.
With a Knowledge.
Having done the most
there was nothing more
he could do further
as he harms the near ones
that be his way
as he hurts others
with scathing remarks
as he spreads stories false
that be his way
has he acquired anything beneficial?
yes,greatly quoth I
as he goes on with his slander
knows not one day it would return
would turn against him with excess force.
He is now in that phase
facing the brunt with full strength .
God forbid! God pardon!
a trespass committed fully well
with a knowledge and a trial
that is the only mistake.
The Day Being Beautiful
A beautiful day it is
started it with a kiss
it is heavenly bliss
to relax and languish
then savour lot of dish
chirp and taste with a hiss
It is a blessed day
spend the time in gay
in a place far away
near to the bay
hands fully drenched in clay
a lively wonderful play.
It is relaxation all over
just an aimless hover
beneath the bower
with a walk enjoying the shower
mild it is without power
an experience of a lover.
As a day it is great
a delightful state
the sun shines till late
a liveliness not of hate
a synergy in a rate
an enjoyment till date.
The womb they say
carries the child in a way
nurtures the baby all through the days
lets out a full-grown child in play
a lovely child in the fray
looks pretty and fresh all gay
as happiness spreads in full form
lightens the faces with great charm
the parents beam with pride in calm
the cries of congratulations echo in norms
that be the delight of begetting a new-born
the part the womb plays is of great chance.
A straight play
be it verbal or action
has a sway great
as nothing goes behind.
Straight is always there
the deviation tempts
it is a distraction attractive
that brings fortune tremendous.
Straight is almost a strain
the short cut fascinates
it is a nearer choice
leads to a the roads to success.
Straight is not close
but stands for permanence
it is hard to overcome
takes to a place of exquisite charm.
Straight we go
the more the delay
the destination seems
far
but the safety is there.
That be the greatness of straight
lengthy it might look
strenuous it might appear
the result would be pleasing and refreshing.
The controversy goes on
days fly and years roll
yet the sticky topic turns adhesive still
denial of the right to one
while they claim the right to another
both out of the same stock
a business not eligible to be discussed
in the quorum at all for matters deliberate
yet discussed with fervour and anger
by the one who stakes the claim
know not for what he wants to be so firm
shows out the pure jealousy one nurtures
that be the attitude of the man in question
a superior feel it might look so
an awkward stance is the reality ever.

Oh ! My Friends.
The monkeys opposite
have gone without a deposit
their habitat has become
a lorry shed with newcomers
come and go all through the day
the chatter of monkeys is
invariably
replaced by the engine sound mostly
the hop and skip of the little ones
not to be found ever once
a lump passes through the throat
as I visualise the monkeys on a float
the hustle of trees is no more
the bustle of men is there all the more.
The Days in Trend.
A day for all things
be it for lovers
for mothers ,for teachers
for fathers, for all souls
for all saints ,for all I know not
has been the latest trend
that flows throw the bend
a card is invariably
sent
with that the day is forgotten
a token of remembrance is what you say
to me it is an expense at bay
frolicking and thanksgiving should come
not from the lips but from the heart
a true way to remember in silence.

