Meenas Poems
A sudden storm blew violently,
As the dust swept forcefully,
Leaving an incredible haze ,
Smudging the eyes in a daze,
Creating a typical dryness
Inducing a painful soreness,
Casting an apprehensive diaspora.
A sudden onslaught of thoughts,
Decimated the mind to naught,
Making it to slump into commotion
Rendering it to a dereliction,
Instigating a miserable sequence,
Involving a deplorable grievance,
Inflicting a destitute digression.
Keep the feelings aside,
Allow equanimity to be beside,
Deliver the message to the side,
Without any hide.
Going into the deep ,
Getting involved into the sweep,
Gathering moss from beneath,
Gives a scope below the underneath.
Dispassion lacks emotions,
It dispels commotion,
As it lends a healthy notion,
To the interactive motion.
A delivery with no constraint,
Yet with a disciplined restraint,
Foreshadows any gross complaints,
Resulting in a novel acquaint.
Bereft of jargons and schemes,
Compressed with factual streams,
Though the presentation has no steam,
The result delivers a charming gleam.
Dispassionate is an unfamiliar trend,
Not appreciated at all ends,
The delivery extends,
A formal and withdrawn blend.
A day with lovely events has to pass,
As it gets dark,
The light sinks,
Night descends.
The day passes.
A year with turbulence will pass,
As it sees outbreaks,
Of riots and diseases,
Political feuds and economic recession,
The year passes.
A generation of people would pass,.
After experiencing hardships,
In personal and career,
In finance and life,
The generation passes.
Everything which has life has to pass,
It is an evolution,
It is a regeneration,
It is wisdom,
To allow all things to pass.
A civilisation has passed,,
After encountering ups and downs,
Through invasion and attacks,
Through years and centuries,
The civilization passes.
There are many facets that confuse ,
There are many concepts that puzzle,
There are many directions that mislead,
There are many categories that kill,
Why so they do queries the mind?
Is it an evil mind that is at work?
Is it a diabolical device that wrecks?
Is it a greed that overwhelms?
Is it a jealousy that breaks?
Is it a vengeance that slaps?
Is it an inability that overtakes?
Is it a defeat that cramps?
Is it an animosity that cripples?
Reasons are so many,
They have myriad faces,
The destruction implicated sucks,
The depression experienced is gruesome,
Yet those who establish such crafts,
Live happily in good cheer and joy.
Is it not beyond reason?
Floods across the world cause a quick havoc,
Quakes around the world create a speedy ravage,
Droughts on and off bring about an unbearable famine,
So goes the nature’s mentality in destruction.
The lovely landscapes that are found throughout,
Of mountains aiming to reach the sky,
Of blue oceans tossing up and down,
Portray Nature’s wonderful gift.
The desolate trends expose a melancholy,
Leaving the hearts saddened to a standstill
The beautiful scenario expresses a solemnity,
Mellowing the minds reconciled to a quaint silence.
Devastating is indeed an enigma,
As it indicates to a rude chaos,
As well it points out to a stunning attraction,
Picturing itself as an oxymoron.
In the world of material earnestness,
Values take a back step ,
Money attains a lofty greatness,
While morals get a beat up.
Earnings are tracked in quickness,
As revenue accumulates in leaps,
Financials become robust in wellness,
As the portfolios yield in heaps.
Investments are for profits,
In stocks as well as commodities,
Recently income from shares depletes,
Gold funds yield considerable liquidities.
Well, money gets the predominance,
As life is subjugated by currency,
Nay , money attains a prominence,
As it governs all in supremacy.
Returns from investments are essential,
To keep the fire burning,
They are but not the only differential,.
That make life going.
Happiness rests not on revenue,
As it cleverly escapes from the clutches ,
Making its presence felt in all other avenues,
Moving ahead of the monetary gains without crunches.
The bridge over a river is steep and high,
The newly laid tar shimmer over the fly,
Vehicles big and small get ahead in a ply,
As the bright sun descends into the sky
This side of the bridge is gay and merry,
The prospects of growth are too many,
Traders heap penny over penny,
As there arises an enrichment sunny.
That side of the bridge is too desolate,
The lack lustre trends cause a violate,
The shrill cries of the famished is articulate,
As there emanates a frustration isolate.
Amazing to see a difference in so short awhile,
Delighted by the mirth experienced in great style,
Dejected by the misery felt in a deprived travail,
Tears gush up thwarting the feigned veil.
Life is a tale of significance to people like me,
Life is a tale told by an idiot to Shakespeare,
Life has both .
It has meaning,
It has idiocy,
Sense overtakes the senseless,
Brutes overpower the refined.
None the less hard to predict,
None the less easy to access,
Life flows like a river,
Gets stagnated at one level,
Over laps the marsh in speed,
Crosses the obstacle in gentle movement,
Struggles to attain the target,
Negotiates through the loopholes,
Finally reaches the goal.
What do you feel about life?
Do you agree with me?
Or do you go by the word of the bard?
Once upon a time there lived,
So starts the tale vivid,
Telling stories that appear rigid,
Provoking the listener to a frigid.
Once upon a time there was,
The story opens up with the cause,
Narrating incidents that induces a toss,
Presenting a terrific clause.
Once upon a time a King ruled,
The tale keeps us pulled,
Initiating a depiction in absolute build,
Proposing a grandeur thoroughly filled .
Once upon a time people were merry,
So the story glides effortlessly like a fairy,
Creating an assiduous cherry,
Imparting a belief that life is now dreary.
Long long ago the story unfolds ,
To an age of long time holds,
Impelling a strain of sequence in moulds,
Forcing a vigil as the episode rolls.
The ways to deal with hardships are many,
The methods to overcome them are many,
The desire to fight with them are many,
The final victory will get accolades many.
As there are ways to surpass the evil,
There are means to silence the devil,
As there are modes to arrest the uprise civil
There are trends to stop the revolt with will.
Massacres are committed through the gateway,
Terrorism passes through the gateway,
Thieves slip through the gateway,
Bomb blasts break through the gateway.
Yet gateways are also entry to find operations,
Ships from far away glide through after observation,
The thoroughfare goes up and down with ordination,
The giant clocks ring and tick during oscillations .
Gateways expose the country’s progress ,
At times they pose a danger to the progress,
At times they also accelerate the prospective progress,
The inward and outward do rejuvenate and hamper the progress.
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