Meenas Poems
it is heartening to note
the cordiality in all
the kindness in most
the sincerity in execution
the integrity in the undertakes
the genuineness in speech
an absolute contentment prevails
well, this is a Utopia, not real
the imagination gives birth
the ideals take care
the growth is envisaged
a demonstration is expected
Trust 
in a person should be absolute
if it is not it would complicate
thought I once and relied on trust
now have realized it is not worth a test
as faith in one had let me down badly
principally and monetarily in totality
I hate myself for what I had been
now want to change over and am keen
my experience tells me to be wary
if not you would be drummed fully.
a piece of advice I wish to circulate
want it to be very articulate.
A vegan meals
plant food in the deal
a saturated feel.
The mind-blowing
issue went flying
in the air like a kite
going up and up
to heights unknown
with people talking
and talking for
and against it
in voices low
and high
blowing out of
proportion the
ordinary feud
that raked up
into the skies
igniting it with a fire
that tried to burn
the whole milieu
into tatters
finally falling down
as embers form
high above 
Sucking his thumb
with the noise
the baby sat quiet
in his pram
while the mother
went shopping around
buying grocery and
vegetables for a week.
Piling the bought
in a big bag
the mother pushed the pram
while the baby was sucking
sup, sup in tune.
Meeting an old friend
the mother started talking
forgetting the baby
and the shopping bag.
A man noting the mother’s
carelessness dodged in
made good of the baby and the bag.
The baby still sucking his thumb
lay undisturbed.
The man pushed the pram
by the dingy and ran
with the grocery in speed.
The little one was
peacefully sitting calm
making a noise
sup,sup.
A way of reluctance is seen in me late
as it always interrupts my course be it fate
and sets a break in the move in a rate.
Reluctance has grown with age
removing the little flexibility I had in age
to a status of going on my own stage.
Reluctance to accept the feign and lies
forces me to keep away from such guys
seeking the intricate base through the eyes.
Reluctance to be in the limelight for years 
by not giving a chance to the peers
has made me an introvert mere.
Reluctance to amass wealth by betraying the rightful
rejecting the wealth and reputation blissful
has dubbed me a disenchanting fool.
In a way reluctance has helped me to stand above all
Losing much in financials but in nothing else I stand tall
in pride and contentment dashing other’s snarl.
A big tree mesmerises me all through.
Spreading like a canopy wide and large
The bright green leaves throw a cluster.
Branching out in all ways far and wide
giving shade in directions almost over
east,west, south and north all four
calling all to come and rest under her
giving all the best it can to every being.
flowers to those who love them
fruits to those who like them
shelter to those who come under her.
what not she gives liberally
what els she has to give freely..
Beating the billionaires in their philanthropy
the tree stands erect. and magnanimous
Outsmarting the religious in their charity
the tree looms large and generous.
Overcoming the Blue Cross in their care for animals
the tree throws a large heartedness
Exceedin
g the Red Cross in their service
the tree forges ahead. in magnitude
Surpassing all educational institutions in imparting learning
the tree glorifies wearing a halo around her.
The Tree, enlarges in eloquence
She is an impasse Great and Divine.
N
ot knowing when the rains would come
hung the clothes to dry in the sun shine
As had no work went to sleep in the bedroom
I slept like a log and the time was nine.
I got up after I heard the calling bell.
Drawing the curtains found to my dismay
that it had been raining like hell.
I ran towards the yard in an array..
The clothes were soaked in water.
Took them and placed them in the dryer.
After wrenching every drop of water
hung them once again in the open yard near the foyer.
The sun had come out fully and shining.
As there was no sign of rain anymore
went out with my friend who had come calling.
Spent some time with her in a shop called Baltimore
Spending a few hours with her made my way home.
Lo! the rain clouds were again gathering fast
chiding myself I hurried back home
hoping to reach home before the rains start
I had been a few minutes late and the rains had come.
This time it was a thrash and a torrence.
My clothes were once again drenched wholesome
forcing me again to carry the work in all reverence.
The girl in pink
wrote a letter in ink
asking her friends to think
not to merely blink.
Her friends failed to do
as they were a lazy duo
could not think in a flow
but gave each other blows.
The girl felt dull
as she could not pull
her friends from the null
as they flopped full and full.
She let them go
to a place of snow
where the standard is below
so that they could learn slow.
Nothing to do
makes me do something.
Something to do
makes me do everything
and I become tied up
once again to the mundane
unable to get out
from the rut.
Meenas Poems 