Meenas Poems
The mind is bare of thoughts,
The writing seeks for words,
An uneasy gusto retraces ,
A little pity seeps up,
What to write and what not?
Often it recurs with a flash,
The desire to write surfs up,
Quelling the mind’s stubbornness,
I write, i write,still to keep me going,
As it is a therapy that keeps me active.
A little baby is lying in a cradle,
She is making noises in a babble,
Her cries are calls a little feeble,
She mostly lets out a giggle.
The baby is like a dainty rose,
Tiny appears her fingers and toes,
Her face enlightens all those,
Her smile ensues a lovely glow.
Soon her eyes gently close,
She sucks her thumb in a doze,
As her charm increasingly grows,
Opening out to all an ecstatic source.
It is a pleasure to see her sleep,
Her light slumber is not deep,
She gets startled at a tiny beep,
Forcing a stealthy silence in a creep.
Peeping over the cradle for long,
Sends a tranquil vibration all along,
Sets the mind at peace not wrong,
Makes the heart sing a merry song.
It is a pleasure unexplainable,
It is a leisure unfathomable,
Oh!Is not my verse lovable?
Nay,it is the way the baby sleeps
is enjoyable.
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Write ,write, write till you can,
Think, think as much as you can,
Use words as well as you can,
Weave your feelings as beautiful as you can,
String the expressions as closely as you can,
Make your writing rapturous in all grand,
Well, then end up saying in a fulfillment strand,
I have done as much as I can.
Share with all you can,
Hate to go out mostly,
Find solace at home,
The incessant chatter disillusions,
The irrelevant gossip disenchants,
The eagle like stare penetrates,
The stinging words pierce,
The sharp sneer kills,
Cause not like to get out,
Cause stay at home renders peace.
Winding up my work,
Folding all the documents,
Caught hold of a paper,
Stuck in between the files,
Crushed and crumpled,
Torn and tattered,
I pulled it to throw away,
On second thought opened it,
Startled and staggered,
I gazed at it,
I read it ,
Not once but twice,
I went through it again,
My eye balls came out,
My jaws threw open,
My neck stretched further,
It was,it was——-,
A precious note,
A dear one,
Most valuable,
It was my honours degree,
Well, I myself have forgotten,
Years ago,I clinched the top rank,
Received a gold medal from the chancellor.
I went back some three and a half decades,
Visualised the day in great intensity,
A sprightly young girl hopping on to the stage,
Oh! What a remarkable day it was.
Mind you it is another day,
Not different from any day,
Mind you it is a usual wake up,
Not very different from other get ups.
Mind you it is going about the normal way,
Buying grocery at the sub way,
Holding a while in the mad traffic,
Exhausting the energy quick.
Mind you it is another page of your life,
Quickly turned reflecting the hurried strife,
It is a fresh leaf out in the lease,
Cautiously straightened for a release.
Mind you age rolls out in brisk speed,
Withering the face to a wrinkled seed,
Customs break the beauty to an antique calm,
Sagging muscles detonate the exuding charm.
Mind you life flows on like a river,
Years move on in a quiver,
Bringing cheer and sadness together,
Well, that is how another day gathers.
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.
It is a beautiful May morning,
The grasshoppers are busy flying ,
The butterflies are buzz buzzing,
The birds are sweetly singing,
Depicting a scene most relaxing,
It is then the Sun comes out of the sky.
It is a beautiful May morning,
The baby is crying,
The elder boy is crazily drifting,
The Lady is attentively cooking,
Expressing a mood most exasperating
It is then the Sun came out from the sky.
It is a beautiful May morning,
The street is actively bustling,
Cars are incessantly plying,
People are hurrying,
Enacting a plight most ruminating,
It is then the Sun comes out from the sky.
It is a beautiful May morning,
It is a mood most relaxing,
The morning scenario is galvanizing
The routine activities are thronging,
Presenting the most plausible enthralling,
It is then the Sun comes out of the sky.
It is a beautiful may morning,
The dawn is amazing,
Punctuated by the episodes enticing,
Referred by the instances appealing,
Graduated by regular happenings,
It is then the Sun comes out of the sky.
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Great be those who mock at others,
Greater be those who humiliate others,
Greatest be those who provoke others .
Great ,greater and greatest be not your call.
Small be those who respect others,
Smaller be those who consider others,
Smallest be those who love others,
Small ,smaller, smallest be your call.
Wealthy be those who make money ,
Wealthier be those who mint money,
Wealthiest be those who print money,
Wealthy , wealthier, wealthiest be not your call.
Poor be those who are reliable
Poorer be those who are honorable,
Poorest be those who are impeccable,
Poor, poorer, poorest be your call.
Distinctions go by your extrinsic status
Never by your intrinsic status,
Following is by your escalated status,
Never by your enhanced status.
Never be cowed down by deceit,
Never be tamed down by illicit,
Ever hold pride as upbeat,
Ever hold value as discreet.
Thus let your living go,
Thus let your practice go,
Thus let your life have a gentle flow,
Thus let you shine with a steady glow.
Resolve quickly is the general impasse,
Solve speedily for the real cause,
Conclude amicably for a peaceful pause,
Oh! resolve as early as a shot.
Delay brings about a terrible mess,
Disdain results in a horrible press,
Deviation accrues a disrespect less,
Oh! resolve as quick as shot.
Resolutions are not very near,
Conclusions look like a smear,
Apprehensions are always in the rear,
Oh! resolve as fast as a shot.
Going ahead of times in a fast pace,
Getting into the venue of next phase,
Running smartly and brightly in a race,
Leads towards a destination of
Meenas Poems 