Meenas PoemsPrayers change for the better
pray with a full heart
an attempt with half heart
would turn bitter.
Pray for you not alone
think of others known or unknown
let not your mind be blown
with thoughts of your own.
Worship is an exercise
best be in solitude
the new found franchise
diffuses the amplitude.
Most talk about the rituals
ignorant of the factual
impose in a manner casual
end up in chaos eventual.
The way I was brought up
in grace and comfort all in ups
yet with a discipline untold
never was allowed to fold
learnt the lessons of life either wise
both hard and easy in tries
a mother always firm and watchful
a father mostly busy but wonderful
in a surround genial and generous
guests hopped and flocked most times
food served with warmth all times
did nothing of the household chores
yet observed them with a force
directions came from mom then and there
earned distinctions and prizes fair
excelled in music and dance all the more
never was allowed to come to the fore
a restriction on socializing was implemented
a freedom on activities special got supplemented
with in-house tutors and books to assist
read with interest not once desisted
altogether was fondled and shaped with caution
Did I rise up to my mom’s expectation?
She goaded me to do more and more
and wanted me to reach the galore.
That much I know of my mother’s wish
know not whether I attained the status.
The leaves fall in autumn
makes the trees bare.
The snow falls in winter
makes one stare.
The rustle of leaves
and the spread they do
the sheet of ice
and the wonderful scenario
give a natural sequence
one that of a yellowish attire
spreads charm and warmth.
Pure with a delinquency
seems the whitish fleece
remember the land has a choice
its facelifts with a tweeze
knows that monotony is drab
only colour adds to the glow 
this quality renders a love
yellow that of a pleasure
while white lends a purity
that be so with the earth not alone
stretches to all elements in a tone.
Speeding fast the highway
the cars go through all the way
with a brisk and with a fast remit
mindless of the prescribed limit
the cameras set on points
capture the speeders at all joints
be it in corners,,turns, morning or night
put them in a situation tight
not all at once as they are bound
at an interval of few days in the round
charge them a hefty sum
the drivers pay the fee handsome
speed past the highway as usual
they take the summon casual 
I
t is an experience
you could call it an adventure
happens to me with an intense
may come to you as a venture
what could it be?
you might wonder
it does not demand a fee
I fully surrender
it is not nocturnal
it is all time
not found in any journal
it would cost you a dime
it is never in your hand
success takes you off your head
you lose yourself when you see that wand
think you could make impossible to move ahead
could seem very much within the grasp
all of a sudden, it slips from your hold
the let down would sting you like a wasp
you would freeze and become cold
have in mind that you are being watched
you are, after all, a human
always in the verge of being knocked
Life is a travel
it is a marvel
could be a shrivel
anything on the level
a hype here with a sensitivity
a type there with a placidity
all call for a plausibility
that one makes out of life
spans some eighty more in strife
with words pointed like knife
insinuates a disharmony
with behaviour moderate
evolves 
a feel considerate
all depends on the way we go
so we reap that we sow.
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 shift is on once again
how am I to negotiate?
I deliberate in vain
as I sigh with a renunciation
let me be in one place
not want to be in a chase
whatever be the case
I prefer not to live in phase.
That will not be I know
so I go with the tide
I have become very slow
anyhow I have to abide
With the bags on my back
I walk on to the flight
my mind gives up the fight
I find myself in the same track
How long will have I to live so?
I really do not know.
I
Erratic it is everywhere
the weather is so
floods inundate
snowy blizzards overtake
drought dampens
winds overwhelm
that be for nature.
Come past by the countries
planes disappear for long
innocent school children killed
men held hostage in a cafe
passerby falls a prey to a bomb
a toddler guns down his parents
what could be more hazardous?
Where does the world go?
Does it go North or South?
Why such gruesome deeds happen?
what makes nature behave so bad?
I question, you interrogate
we introspect and end up
with Humpty Dumpty’
All the kings men could not put
Humpty Dumpty together again
The baby cries
soon as it is born
perhaps it is a dawn
the peace is gone
nine months inside the womb
cosy and comfortable
now into the world of gloom
ugly and terrible
the rotation of the baby
on her own axis
made her smile like a Barbie
the doll in practise
a lovely one fashionable
now into the world of reality
she has to turn reasonable
as the people around are guilty
hurl stones at each other
throw looks of spite and jealousy\
easily inflict on one another
though with a semblance of ingenuity
that be the world the baby has to face
that be the place where she has to live
has to negotiate with the nuances in a chase
lest she would not be able to thrive.
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