Meenas Poems
It is a routine
day in and day out
the same old practice
the rising, eating, and sleeping
want to break it for a day
tried to the best
could not do at any cost
have been brought up
have lived all along
impossible it is
one day, I should
sleep the whole day
eat the whole day
be awake all through
frivolous it sounds
being silly at times
lends a fun and a relax.
My phone rings
not a time
many a time
a convenience thereto
the number being reflected
I rush to pick the call
the ring stops
I look at the number
seems to be very familiar
last, I know the caller
who calls me when in need
else, never calls
not even to be courteous
such a pretext I do hate
such an action is hard to rate
most are similar
become familiar
when they require
otherwise, keep away
a clever
ness they feel
I think in a variant
it is absolute deceit
worse than a steal.
The festival of lights Divali
an illumination all over
with the lights bright
the oil lamps shine
the glow is beautiful
being not too bright
nor too dim
the darkness is dissipated
the brightness zooms around
the mind too sharpens
the thought of celebration
the happiness that surrounds
light up the mind with rays of hope
Diwali enhances the mind
enlightens the soul
as it diffuses darkness
ushers in a radiance
a festival of brilliance,
A close-knit community steeped in tradition
framed rules and customs of fascination
be the one of the gifts to daughters
being a strange practice and a little wonder
establishes a link with the mother’s family
found in the form of gifts during festivals really
while the parents extend it with affection truly
the brothers later go about with a duty effectively
the next generation thinks it a trouble strictly
depending on the longevity of life inadvertently
the custom continues without a break
mainly during Deepavali, Pongal and other stakes
an amount is fixed from the time of her marriage
rendered without a break till the end of her age
a token of love could we abbreviate it exactly
the Nagarathar community sticks to it religiously.
A token of love
a small gift of love
with words of a wish
would extend a bliss
could not be explained
with wordings plain
could only be experienced
with feelings intense.
The bird squeaks
picks with its beak
peep out to see
her on the tree
perched there all cozy
she looks all drowsy
the rains are there throughout
could not move out
she squeaks and tweets
her mood is upbeat
being an imposed relaxation
she enjoys with a rejuvenation,
Love me not
love me not with fear
love me dear.
It is open to all
free to anybody in call
I mean not any other
be it my own rather
the house is large-hearted and kind
does not discriminate any of a kind
accommodates me in a full stretch
gives place to cats as such 
squirrels run up and down all familiar
lizards crawl and climb in a similar
cockroaches come out in the night
birds flock together presenting a lovely sight
mosquitoes used to barge in with a force
have been banished with a net in close
my gardener lives with his family
so do the cook and his allies
the watchman and the driver come and go
while my maid works rather slow
the coconut trees grow all around
the mangoes and guavas create a bound
the curry leaves are in abundance
the Tulasi is worshipped with a reverence
the crows and the parrots are guests of honour
so are the butterflies and insects in order
a fewer vegetables are in the backyard
where the brick wall is in guard
very much to say my house is large
where everything is free of charge
Tomato is so red
looks like blood
I love the colour
never in a pallor
the redness dazzles
the tomato baffles
used in all almost
could find them in the toast
scattered in the salad
sung in the ballad
found in the gravy
heals the scurvy
a skin toner in a way
keeps blemish at bay
tastes so nice
mixed with rice
a liveliness in
till it goes to the bin
a lovely vegetable
proud to have it in the table
never too expensive
affordable and defensive
an agent of immunity
consumed by the primitive
continues its utility
great and curative.
It is the little one’s birthday
a day to remember
joyful for the big children
great for the parents
especially to the mother
the little one would find
no difference whatsoever
yet gets elated mightily
when everyone sing
the Birthday song.
chimes with them
“Happy Birthday to you”
knowing not the meaning
plays with his friends
that too for a while
goes back with his pet toy
being a car in his case
revels pushing it far and near
more or less he is lost
being in his own world
a place where innocence prevails
where imagination overwhelms
away from the mundane in a way
into a world of fantasy and fascination
Happy Birthday to you my little grandson.
Meenas Poems 