Meenas PoemsGrey is the sky
clouds moving shy
Where do they go?
seeing from low
gazing at it for long
stood there amazed
at the vastness exhibited
Would they bring rain?
that would lead to gain
Would they? would they?
the mind probes in dismay
as it hovers over the parched land
which once upon a time was grand
grains and millets filled the barn
now all seem to have gone
with the field gone dry
no produce to buy
a sign of famine perhaps
a fluctuation in seasons
could attribute no reasons.
W
hat ‘s next
keeps us going
a better tomorrow
we envisage
do we see?
Nope, we still hold
to see many tomorrows
this hope sustains
the will pulls us on
the man lives through.
Roses hold an enticing sight
no matter where they lie
be it on the plants around
be it strewn on the ground
they captivate the eyes
no matter what be their size
the smallest winks at you
while the biggest greets you
the blush seen in the red one
overwhelms us with a fun
the rosy rose smiles coyly
stretches our imagination extensively
there is abundant peace in the yellow rose
it is a transcendental feel in pose
that be of all the roses in a song
could also be a bouquet in form.
What then holds value?
cosmos turns a zero
man is null and void
Hands of God rule with authority
man rotates on his own axis in concentric
all with a selfish desire
goes in a circular mode entire
the start reaches the end
the end comes back to the start
around and around he revolves
thinking of himself alone
that be the darkness in stroll
as we go through the scroll.
If sleep be the case
would descend in phase
with or without light
slumber folds one slight
when at work or at ease
it might sound a tease
sleep is also a mystic
when at travel or at static
sleep does connote
a long one in the note
where eternity is a float
while darkness enters
without any falter
ensuring a conclusion
endorsing a no return
a defe
nce of darkness
seems a cry in a wilderness.
Never can we say
dark is a glow.
Never can we prove
dark is a flow.
Never can we assure
dark is cheer.
Be it here or anywhere
dark permeates with a horror
persuades a terror
preserves a fervour
that be one of a shiver
and also be one of a quiver
Fighting with a shadow
a practise much in the go
a confrontation in the show
when there is absolutely no foe
seems to confer a strike in blow
which falls on the opponent rather slow
if there at all be one ever so
the illusion sits firmly not with a know
as most engage in such feats in a row
apparently the execution is but a hoax.
Dark is a feature not to fear
a colour not so dear
dark when seen near
throws one out of gear
that be the review of dark
when the dogs bark
could not hear the lark
mind you it also rocks
as the night life rambles
many indulge in gambles
it might be a preamble
it might also look a stumble
Well, for every coin they say
there are two sides in a way
dark holds a bewilder
it also creates a divider
from the known to the unknown
as against wisdom and ignorance
The rains do good
they too also do bad
it is the way they rain
it is the way they deign
the earth is a receptacle
it also faces a debacle
that of a receiver in a sense
that of a deceiver in pretense
the showers fall with ease
they drive one mad in a tease
it being a likelihood all the more
it being a dissimilarity sore
the rains enrich the soil
also delude it in a foil
a strange concept in strength
yet very realistic in length.
The boy of long years
full of life and cheer
once very aggressive and bashful
has become now a man wonderful
solemn and gentle in tone
not because of his choice alone
turned so to adjust to his wife
who keeps him in strife
behaves with a lot of indifference
pays scant or no reverenc
e
belies herself in her attempts
treats all with a possible contempt
speaks loud and rude
her movements are crude
know the reason now for his change
a man I sympathise from a range
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