Meenas PoemsA lover of classical Carnatic music.
An avid reader, passionate writer, into stocks and investments for livelihood
It all happened eventually.
It was not done intentionally.
It all went through casually.
This be the way men explain
if there is a call of disdain
that would bring about pain.
None does owe allegiance
None would answer with diligence.
Most like to withdraw in reticence.
If this be the case of success
there would be a clambered nexus
that explodes all possibilities in a guess.
The sky overcast
became dark and very moody
yet no rain.
King Cobra big and lengthy
lay cuddled in the lounge quiet
it found the floor slippery.
It is seen in the dense retreat
slept comfortably in the living area
perhaps it wished for a royal treat.
The snake, a vicious reptile
was at peace in the corner
there was nothing about it virile.
The lady of the house reclined on her ease chair
lazily moved her eyes around
startled and up on the edge she saw the snake bare.
The King Cobra lay calm and unruffled
while the lady fell in a tumble
she straightened herself to shed her baffle .
She knew not what to do and how to react
she knotted her brows tightly
confused as how to get over in a quick act.
She noiselessly walked towards the door
called her gardener in hushed tone
the snake sprang a surprise following her on
the floor
Terrified she stood motionless
the cobra made its royal exit
disappeared into the garden effortlessly.
There would have ended the story normally
but lot of gossip followed
the episode became a topic discussed relentlessly.
The learned pandits differed in their interpretations
some said it is an ill omen
others felt King Cobra would bring fortunate representations.
The lady should have forgotten it then and there
instead she took it all the way
made it great with references from elsewhere.
The New Moon D
ay
has a special note
where dead are remembered.
It is a ritual
which recalls the ancestors
to seek their blessing
It is being followed
with a short recitation
invoking the Almighty.
The brahmin conducts the puja
he calls out the names of the ancestors
a lineage diligently recalled.
The names of sacred rivers are pronounced
while raw rice and sesame are offered
water being sprinkled liberally on them.
The amavasya or New Moon Day
is held with such high esteem
a belief that is age-old
The brahmin is paid for the ritual
which every Hindu feels
goes to their forefathers
It is a practice in India
more or less similar to the activity
of the Thanks giving Day
The flower I like
the pattern I love
the food I relish
the house I live
the children I begot
the spouse I care
all form concentric circles
one not clashing or hitting
each one demanding in a way ,
Well, the heydays are over
now going in circles all the way
with a relaxation and ease
that could be for another decade
with that comes the end to all likes
as curtains gradually descends to a closure.
It is a hot afternoon
the place is like an oven
washed clothes dry up in a second
totally humid and intolerable.
The birds try to chirp
refuse to chat and fly
as they cuddle in their nest
unable to see the bright sun.
The people dare not venture out
apprehensive of the sun stroke
refrain in their homes
afraid to face the incorrigible dazzle.
.
The sun unmindful of its power
shines with a bewildering excess
tarnish the grass and the skin
with equal strength in a fiery glow.
It is a tedium
a strain, a despair
to be born a female
The woman faces restrictions
impossible to perform freely
has to stay at the back.
A woman if she is enterprising
would be a butt of anger
turns out to be a stock contemptuous
The men around try to sneak
while her husband scoffs at her
becomes a target of derision.
With contempt she lives her life
her efficiency never acknowledged
she becomes a secondary citizen.
The domination of man is relevant
everywhere be it in east and west
dwarfs the growth of the fair sex.
This is the reality women encounter
in all walks of life
cope up with frustration with stoicism.
She a doll
in looks and in thoughts
innocent and ignorant 
Gone are the days
when there was a cheer
that spread all over
not restricting to one place
but throughout in a run over
a lovely diaspora it was
with less gadgets to assist
more of physical work on the run
with cooking many dishes
cutting and grinding with passion
walking down the lane to the shop there
to buy newspapers and grocery
meeting people across the way
greeting them and picking up friendship
all done with no strain whatsoever
that intimacy has been switched off greatly
living on high raised apartments
with the new introduction of villaments
the house being large enough to be a villa
but still does not have a square foot of land
where the features looks high and expensive
display a trend ostentation beyond my comprehension
the possibility to live in a house encompassed by glasses
sends a feel that people are watching you from far and near
used to closeted living in traditional houses on a big piece of land
with the wooden windows and doors all firm and strong
and a courtyard at the back with space to hang about
thos
proposition new seems odd and and out of my focus
Do I look like an old fashioned crook ?
Wagging the tail the dog entered
sat cuddled near the chair
looked around the living area
could find none of his companions
they be his master and his wife
along with their beautiful child
all showered their love on him
the master was strict and affable
while his wife kind and caring
that of their child mischievous and playful
they made a team great and inspiring
a perfect home for the cannibal
which never missed a single jaunt on the course
whether it be a ride across the country
or be a walk round the park
the dog occupied the vital seat in the car
beside the kid altogether making a happy band.
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