Meenas Poems
the feather is so light
call it feather light
flies in the air  so easily
without an effort
goes beyond the limit
negotiates nowhere
it has a easy flight
an indication all the more
being light is ever so a facility
light in mind and body
be the exact propositions
where one can travel
through the mazes
into the traces
with not much of difficulty
a feather be  you
as  flexible could you be
along the path of life
Dust the table
dust the chair
dust this and that
I command now and then
dust accumulates so fast
a day without dusting
creates a havoc
I go about with my dusting
find no time to dust the mind
which has gone black and sooty
could register none  in its socket
a poor dame I am
too much worldly
penchant towards perfection
rather of the exterior
than that of the interior.
The worried mind
sees devils in the dark
while dogs bark.
The “M” came with a bounce
on and off it spurted out
with the more and most
along with mild and mystery
beginning with the mind
followed by the loving  mother
the “M” gave me a week long  work
I did not spend much time  on deliberating
as I for one write comes to my mind
put my thoughts in words
go through them on occasions
edit with not so much of a precision
an exercise I do with less pain
if at all, I do a careful check
would have to delete half
so I leave the words to find their fate
they enter the world as soon as they are born
go through the critical evaluation
a travel of great value and readership
hoping one day I would be acknowledged
the “
covered various subjects  with skill
I go by the intuition
it is my way  of all time
might be a wrong notion
well that is how it rhymes
I listen to my heart
it dictates and detects
do I sound like a bard?
oh! Â no, I reflect
Am I a romantic?
possibly so, in a trend
where the heart rules with a wand
a magical one all the more
as I think
 of myself more and more.
The night of darkness
the day of brightness
premonitions in stay
the restless mind
sees both with fear
night foretells death
day predicts  breath
death is terrific
no man wishes to face
it is inevitable though,
breath is diabolic
no man wants to resume
it is indispensable though
Thus, go the night and day
with the sun and the moon
one hot and the other cold
the waves go up and down
the wind blows gentle and fierce
the oscillation is in a variance
yet life goes on like the stream
with ripples and furore
all in unity, 
therefore.
The mind is not at ease any longer.
It,at times, likes to wander.
it takes a selective route.
Initial round-up is across nature.
Where everything is a lovely feature.
The next sojourn is around human life.
Where every other thing expresses rife.
The final entry is into the realm of religion.
Where all things are controlled by strict instructions.
The mind slowly gets back to its abode.
Settling in its home it deliberates.
How does the universe go about? it is desperate.
Is it governed by some unseen element?
Does the element have form? the mind intersects.
How does it wields its power?the mind dissects.
Does it get an answer to its fullest satisfaction?
Never would it as there are innumerable reactions
in the form of different religions
Hinduism, Christianity,Islam ,Buddhism prevalent in various regions
Kate calls and tells with an undertone.
She talks round about with a dual tone.
She converses in a sly tone.
She guffaws with a rude tone.
Kate speaks high about her kids.
She praises  sky-high at all bids.
She craftily hides their shortcomings in counter bids.
She is the best in camouflaging unholy grids.
Kate indulges in talks disoriented.
She builds stories all fabricated.
She passes distasteful remarks undeterred.
She infests a saintly glamour unwanted.
Kate has pulled on for eighty years so.
Running about unmindful of her negative flow.
It is when she is going to get the blow.
Very soon she would find the low.
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It is easy to dream.
They crowd the mind in a seam.
Making one beam.
It is easy to dream.
It  forms a cohesive theme,l
Leaving the mind in a gleam.
It is easy to dream.
It  solidifies into  a lovely cream,
Rendering a pleasant deem.
It is easy to dream.
It flows like a stream
Releasing an inimical steam.
It is easy to dream.
It prompts a scheme,
Enabling an achievement supreme.
It is easy to dream.
It introduces a step extreme.
Telling that life is but a dream.
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It was a miss out which cost dear.
It was a fall which caused a smear.
It was a slip of the tongue that prompted a jeer.Â
It was a mindless cut that brought a tear.
It was an anger that raised the ear.
It was a danger that caused a terrible fear.
It was a provocation that invited a sneer.
It was a curiosity that called for a look near.
It was a wonder that instigated a peer.
It was a transgression that was slotted for the rear.
Always the miss outs would cost anyone dear.
Meenas Poems 