Meenas PoemsAn expectation for long
has to be realized soon
could be a boon
a revelation could that be
surfaces frim within
renders an untold satisfaction
an haven of recitiude
a graceful resolution
leaves the heart free
makes it revel and relish.
The cycle changes
as does morn and night
like the mind
A day ago
all in the go
started a show
call it a flow
could show
as you know
a trifle low
it could bestow
everything in a row
full and foremost
with a strength almost
away in the coast
more or less in a post
a grand toast
so nice and new
I love them though few
a solid intraface due
an appropriation in lieu
an encouragemet in all
well,could that be a call?
A strain I feel
keeps me indeed
it ties me to an imaginary
a phobia greatlly unnecessary
creates a panic and fear
Unnerves and tears
an attempt to come out
should be planned in and out
well that be the look out
in the days throughout
to rest in peace
and thrive as well.
A turn for the good
I think it would
lead to a road
very much broad
spectaculous and sound
impressive and found
a new life without fear
had cost a little dear
hope the rest would be peaceful
wish it would be great and wonderful.
The rain comes
steady and gentle
Slowly it becomes
furious and strong
swIngs and steers in course
lashes across with a force
strikes on the panes again and again
Creates a rhthym with an intone
being Nature’s way of singing in tune.
A lively day
call it any way
hot and sunny
enchanting and funny
like to rush out
bask in the sun throughout
could not run though
as I interrupt the flow
I stay back for a while
move òut in style
look at the sun
it shines almost
without interval
be it referral
suppose to be
grand as it could be
love to stand for ĺong
could not bear it for long.
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! 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.
It is a dream of long
now comes in a song
the usual blue sky
the fresh waters in a way
with the landscape hilly and terrain
along with stretches of plains
took me for a while
then I changed my style
the art and artefacts
the architecture and replicates
wone me over all the more
made me cross the shore
a little after in a strange
I went out of range
the writings and the prompts
forced me to attempt
I indulged in writing prose for a time
as always something in me chimed
poesy held me in a sway
for the present I am at the poetic bay
dreaming to become a poet
not an ordinary one in quiet
but one who commands and demands
who is appreciated with a “wow ” and a stand
well, that is my dream as of now
would I fulfill it I am yet to know.
The island breathes proud of her son
the waves speak of his glory
the ocean heaves up and down not for fun
it mumbles with tales of hoary
the small boy with very little means
rose up beyond words
learning was his only asset by all means
wisdom took him above the world
showed no inhibitions whatsoever
humility was his wealth
children were the apple of his eyes ever
simplicity was his strength
work was his way of life and spirit
one day he went up the hills in the North East
addressed a gathering of students with intensity
the initial words came at their best
Lo! silence overtook him with great density
Abdul Kalam flew away with his “Wings of Fire” in earnest
he, much against his nature, has finally succumbed to rest.
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