Meenas Poems
It was a hard stare,
Seemed the eyes would fall off,
It was a wide gape,
Seemed the throat would jump off,
It was a violent sneeze,
Seemed as if the nose would rip off,
It was a rapid panting,
Seemed the breath would ebb off,
It was a severe palpitation,
Seemed the heart would pop off,
It was a terrible seizure,
Seemed the body would tear off,
It was a heavy swirling,
Seemed the mind would slip off,
It was a physical turmoil,
Wherein the mental got turned off.
Laughing over all the odds,
Smiling over all the prods,
Discarding all the frauds,
Releasing all the chords,
Scorning all the hoards,
Detaching from all the boards,
Render a lifestyle sans swords.
The profound consideration for wealth,
Has become a status quo,
This obsession reigns supreme.
The serious thought about health,
Has assumed a fiasco,
The deliberation extends to extreme.
Many sources lead to quick deposits,
Many tests direct to fast diagnosis ,
Many temptations look like hypnosis,
Many attempts prove to be a synopsis.,
Many strive to reach the highest axis,
Finally fall asunder in a crisis.
The rave for accumulation breezes up,
The desire to fitness fleeces up,
These circumspection cruise up,
The anticipation for the denouement mounts up,
The fever and fret bring in emotions pent-up.,
Lo!the release behests a tormenting squeeze up.
Waters do meet in the ocean,
Lands do track down in a traction,
Wind do blow in a friction,
Men do set themselves in a session,
Captioning it as a delightful Conviction.
Rivers have a natural flow,
Lands generally have lovely row,
Winds usually have a gentle blow,
Men hardly go about in a toe.
Deleting justice to an ultimate slow.
Waters flood once a while,
Lands slips during the rainy file
Winds storm in occasional trial,
Men exhibit guile all the while,
Seeking to challenge truth in a vile.
Nature takes on the cyclic course,
In no mean terms, though with force,
Men go for back stabs in a morose,
Oh! they are the actors with high resource.
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Shifting base is always a bug bear,
Well, that has become the regular fare,
A month here and months there keep it bare,
Nothing to rely ,but many things to care.
It was sheer envy seeing the movement before,
The same feeling lasts no more,
Moving places is a not fun all the more,
It turns out to be a terrific toil ever more.
Seeing places is extremely joyous,
Living in different places renders experience gregarious,
Going about all the time becomes tedious,
Releasing a morbid sensation accurately clueless.
Every life has a wear and tear,
Sitting firmly in a place is a fortunate chair,
Roaming in quest of livelihood is a sordid share,
Anyhow to get all in life is truly rare.
Have you seen a man with a jabbering tongue?
Nay, you have not seen him so long,
Well,I would give a wordy glimpse of him in my song.
Call him what you will,
I prefer to name him Bill,
As it is easy to fill
Bill, talks incessantly in bits and pieces,
I prefer to term it broken releases,
As in them expression ceases.
Bill speaks about God and philosophy
I prefer to dub it as a torturing apostrophe,
As they tend to initiate a brain catastrophe.
Bill rallies about sports too,
I prefer to seal it as a bore too,
As it carries no activity too.
Bill rakes slanders often,
I prefer to check it in tens,
As it spreads ignominy in ton.
Bill is nosy about his kith and kin,
I prefer to draft him as an empty din.
As his prying could be thrown into
a trash bin.
Lastly, Bill forgets about himself,
I prefer to attribute it to his bare upper shelf,
As he appears like a spineless man to myself.
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It is going to be that,
It is going to be what?
It is that , nothing more than that,
Well .what is that?
That’s how it goes on,
Moves on without a clue to fawn,
Gets going without a scorn,
Ends up in an unpredictable born.
So let me say that is that,
It is a speculative combat,
Based on a volatile drat
Concluding on a tone flat.
Well,a prologue is most likely to be,
A preface to what ought to be,
An eye opener to all things to be,
But truly a maze 
as it appears to be.
The skies open out to the sea,
The ocean turns out to the shore,
The land climbs up to the mounts,
The hillocks clamber to the skies,
The tall Tower Eye stands alone,
Massive structures run around,
Marble pillars hold high the domes,
Displaying a concept of high and low.
Up ,up goes the tower in a terrible high,
The Sydney Bridge across hold our eye,
The Opera House concert flows into the ears,
Activities around Darling Harbour catch the nerves.
The mighty Ocean flows unperturbed,
Men move about in a mangled queue,
Vehicles ply about in an orderly slow,
The trains go about duty bound.
Boats sail over the water,
Ferries transport men and matter,
Ships stream over the deep waters,
Planes conquer the skies.
It is business all through,
Starting from penny to dollars,
A transaction performed all through,
Confirming a task of a meritorious skill.
It was a march anyhow,
Not an army trot anyhow,
Nor a fashion show anyhow,
Very much different somehow.
The eager wait prolongs,
Honourable guests are not seen along,
Punctuality is tripped so long,
Confining the crowd not to drift along.
The eyes rove over,
Nothing glamorous appears all over,
Not able to view beauties from world over,
It was patience made over.
Towards the right two jump across,
On the left a group of five cross,
In the middle little ones toss,
Depicting a lively display in a gloss.
They have a coat of black,
A broad white stripe in the pack,
Snorting with a peculiar quack,
They march ahead in a merry track.
The parade is not orderly,
The dainty gait looks lovely,
The non rhythmic steps are funny slightly,
Yet they captivate us wholly.
The blue waters flow to the shore,
The orange Sun goes down into the floor,
Black lights up the sky in a quiet score,
The little dark Penguins gather in store.
Up they ascend in a hurry,
Hastening to see the babes in a flurry,
Peeping into their habitats with worry,
They flock reverse in an undue hurry.
It is a parade with a difference anyhow,
It happens every night almost anyhow,
It undergoes no rehearsals anyhow,
Yet it is a delightful Parade somehow
It is blue deep blue.
Water in a beautiful hue,
Waves rolling out without a clue,
Kissing the shore with an amorous cue.
Winding goes the long drive,
Bends come in a notation live,
The mighty ocean rises in a strive,
Breathing out an awe in a thrive.
Intermittent bays appear on the way,
Scintillating scenery hold us in a sway,
The huge trees stand in the fray,
Expressing a magnificence all the way.
The hills slopes up and down,
A little steep and brown.
The eucalyptus grows in a lanky throng,
Enhancing the charm to an ecstatic song.
Down goes the road at times,
Up climb
s the path at times,
Presenting an enticing scenario all times,
Lifting us to a lofty frenzy most times.
Meenas Poems 