Meenas PoemsUp goes the wind
striking in a kind
brush past the face
almost in an accelerated phase
with a hurt to the eyes
and a turn with the flies
away it goes in a speed
disenchanting in a deed
the winds could be both
a blizzard with a toll
a breeze from the poles.
that be the experience in all
with a rise and a fall.
I was born
before I could remember
hear your chuckle.
I grew up
before I could recognise
I could hear your tease.
I got married
before I could understand
see you laugh.
I gave birth to children
before I could realize
can see you smile.
They grew up fast
before I could adjust
can hear your talk.
They moved away from me
before I could rise
you watch me curious.
I live with my thoughts
past, present and future
an existence of the sake
That is how it goes
you, me and them
a start and an end.
Well done! very well done!
you have won
said all one by one
sat there she amazed
curiously she gazed
remained there unfazed
she got up straight
stood there bright
said she in a tone right
it is “God who made us
all”.
Not I, nor you, could give a call
if not for Him in all.
The portrayal was interesting
the narration was enlivening
there was a rapt listening
could only hear the breathing
the characterisation was insightful
the speech was wonderful
with the eloquence resourceful
coloured by imagination fanciful
the feel of reality was felt all through
the characters were brought to life in true
with the hero making an entry anew
the villain cutting the edge in a breakthrough
the intermediaries creating a conducive backdrop
the story telling broke the barriers in a split
looking as though the monologue had hit
the technique was never tiring a bit
an ovation came from all sectors
the speaker was one in a thousand
one who holds everyone in spell bound.
it was a different day
sitting all through the day
idling the hours in a way
gazing at the play
listening to talks all gay
eating in a limited way
with fatigue in the fray
that is how I spent the day
is it not a different way?
It is a terrible swim
water is up to the brim
lights are unduly dim
the protagonist struggles
snorts and bubbles
swims against the upsurge
tosses up to the verge
goes down the depth
comes up the breadth
up and down he goes
battered by throws
heaves and sighs
tries and tries
reaches the shore at last
this tale narrated fast
symbolises the life in a swim
Oh! these scenes are like a film.
credible and incredible at all time
The days come and go
we sleep and wake
happenings go on
nothing much of a change
a routine with a monotony
Well, to bring life
we have to celebrate
with A New Year
and to drive the fear
we face life with cheer
that way the world moves on
with births and deaths
with happiness and sorrow
all entwined with one another
that be the way we live
not we alone as seems
those of our ancestors lived
those of our progen
y would live.
The bell rings with mirth
the noise is from the depth
the chiming is so lovely
clitter clatter goes the bell lively
the snow covered lands dazzle in the night
lights go up with an illumination bright
crackers explode with a jubilation
an amazing scene to perceive
an astonishing feature to conceive
for those who have not seen the frenzy
a delineation of happiness in all its glory
a hope that we nurture with 
diligence
as the bells ring continuously in cadence.
Let 2015 be a year of fun and expressions
let it dawn with a symbolic impression
that of contentment and peace
away from the war and freeze
distant from trials and misfortunes
close to a thrive and opportune
A man with limited means
not had gone to school in his teens
with very little knowledge of anything
with a deficit behavioural inkling
calls himself an investment wizard
his voice rustles like a blizzard
shrieking high at times
grunting low most times
it be a babble of sounds
too little a time it drowns
talks with an articulation
emphasizes with a gestation
the man I have seen for long
say a forty years, not wrong
lived in all humility in the early years
turned greedy and a liar in the middle years
now a pronounced cheat at his ripe age
Oh! he is just another creature in rampage.
The plane flies
falls into the deep ocean
the bodies float.
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