Meenas Poems
My heart sank to the deepest blue,
The day’s events pulled me down true,
A shot of quick anger rose in a flew,
A drop of tear rolled down in a groove,
The heart stopped in a slew,
I buried my head in a dejection all through.
A few minutes later I got up with vigour,
Brushed aside the tear in a rigour,
Sidelined the events to a meagre,
Abated the fuming resulting out of trigger,
Rose up with a stature even bigger,
Resolved to emerge victorious with a glitter.
Smile is a weapon many know not,
It is a defence many know not,
It may be dubious many know not,
It may be ambiguous many know not,
It may be coy many know not,
It may hide sadness many know not,
It may be forced many know not,
It may be a retort many know not,
It may be jittery many know not,
It may fool at times many know not,
It may be romance many know not,
Yet smile radiates a genial feel which all know.
The little one had a muffin,
Eating it bit by bit,
She enjoyed every bit,
She ate it little by little,
The taste added to her cheer,
She then took a hard bite,
A big piece got stuck,
She got choked ,
Her face turned pale,
Her eyes welled with tears,
The joy turned out dreary,
Oh! what a transformation,
All in a second.
It is called as a obstinacy,
It is termed as pride,
It is referred as exclusiveness,
It is summed up as withdrawal.
Whatever it may be observed,
A certain resolution is apparent,
A slight diffidence is felt,
A kind of aloofness is experienced.
Well, that looks interesting,
It is akin to a determined disposition,
It is similar to a non interventional distinction,
It is more or less a revered definition.
Likening it to a shining star is appropriate,
Alluding it to an embellishment is obvious,
Accepting it as a chaste demeanour is prudence,
Affliating it to a diplomatic policy is wisdom.
Calling it as adamancy is an intrigue,
Assailing it as high headedness is a fallacy,
Deriding it as a behavioural enigma is callous,
Concluding it as a deviant measure is a disaster.
The attitude varies from person to person,
A sanguine perception is regarded high,
A non intrusive temperament is found rare,
A sagacious discretion demands applause.
The ease winds up,
A struggle sets in,
The mind oscillates,
Anger mounts up,
The face turns scarlet,
The heart beats fast,
The body shakes in vigour,
Tears roll down,
Words fail,
It appears ferocious,
But it is nearly so,
It is a deep strain,
It is an alarming plight,
It is a terrific strife,
It is a 
trembling expectation.
Let us wait in patience.
The rightful trend is to be liberal,
Freedom in mind and speech,
Freedom in thought and action,
Freedom in choice and admission,
Freedom in juxtaposition,
Freedom in expression,
Freedom in disposition,
Freedom in exposition,
Freedom in implication,
Freedom 
in impression,
Freedom in appreciation,
Freedom in critical evaluation,
Freedom in trade and transaction,
Freedom in relaxation,
Freedom in perception,
Ensuing an emphatic liberation.
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.
,
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.
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 back to the old place,
Back to the usual pace,
Back in the familiar space,
Back into the monotonous race.
All things have a back side,
All time has a back tide,
All levels have a back ride,
All steps have a back slide.
Going back home is a pleasant return,
Reading back is a historical learn,
Falling back is a miserable spurn,
Back to the original is never a possible turn.
A firm backing lands all in a glamorous zone,
Backing detects in all an infirm tone,
An undue backing for is precarious prone,
Backing also deletes in all an individualistic own.
Well, getting back to the prescribed text,
It is a back up of all the zest,
Restoring the faculties to the best,
Reaffirming the convictions to a test.
It is back to the regular day,
It is back to the formal say,
It is at times a strenuous slay,
But it is 
always an indefatigable way.
Meenas Poems 