Meenas Poems
It was a dainty ruby,
Red and blood-red,
Beauty and very beautiful,
Fine and pretty fine,
Glimmering and a glamour.
The little stone,
Set in yellow gold,
Amidst white diamonds,
Presents a colourful hue,
Takes the eyes out-of-place,
Leaving an amaze and an awe.
What does the world hold for you?
Treasures and Wealth
What does it seem to offer you?
Fun and frolic.
What does it make you?
Sane and practical.
What has it made of you?
Sober and Serene
What are you now?
Firm and Decided.
What will You be?
Stern and strict.
Looks like a puzzling frame.
Resembles a surrealism.
Yes ,A peculiar insight,
A baffling reverie.
As it is locked in a frozen mould,
Anguish multiplies in a successive fold,
Nothing can be expressively told.
The heart is in terrific shatter ,
As emotions continuously batter,
Everything skews into tatters,
Causing strong uneasy jitters.
There exists a melancholic detraction,
There appears a plausible distraction.,
Mulling the mind and body in a traction.
Setting a combustible reaction.
An untold derailment is cast
As the three forces work fast ,
Oh! even a slight contrast
Would make the heart blast.
Why do you do so?
Asks my friend Jojo,
I have to find them so, so
Alas! lo, no,
All are nothing but pseudo.
A writer has a name pseudo,
A fraud has many names pseudo,
A billionaire has many accounts pseudo,
A politician has many entities pseudo,
A teacher teaches many lessons pseudo.
A government has many policies pseudo,
A leader has many plans pseudo,
A businessman has many deals pseudo,
A jeweller has many stones pseudo,
A historian has many records pseudo.
A lawyer argues for the pseudo,
A doctor treats illness pseudo,
An engineer builds with materials pseudo,
A banker advances to projects pseudo
A journalist reports incidents pseudo.
As we see pseudo all round,
As we hear pseudo all over,
As we experience pseudo everywhere,
As we live with pseudo always,
We proceed in a pseudo path,
Never to attain enlightenment.
Article first published as Vedic Astrology In Indian Marriages on Blogcritics.
Marriages in India are mostly arranged. Caste and creed are still very important in this ancient nation. Status and the family also takes a predominant role in settling marriages.
Money came last in the olden days, but now it is the prime issue. Physical appearance is also of great value, but comes second to the quality of the family.
There is a firm belief in Indian society that the background of the family is very important. Any flaw, small or large, the magnitude does not matter, is considered a weakness. The prospects for these families get restricted; other qualifications, such as wealth, education, and position, get brushed aside while fixing marriages.
Of late, astrology and reference to horoscopes command a lot of attention in settling alliances. There are many compatibilities to be analysed. The placing of Mars or Kuja, Rahu, Ketu, and Saturn or Sani in the twelve houses are scrutinised for a marriage proposal. Mars or Kuja in houses 1, 2, 4, 7, 8, or 12 of a Rashi or lunar chart, is Kuja dosha or manglik dosha. So if a boy with this dosha is married to a girl without this fault, the marriage will result in childlessness, disappointments, loss of happiness and wealth, and misunderstanding between husband and wife. So this dosha is to be carefully handled.
Thus many potential matches are not considered and many beautiful proposals do not end up in wedlock. The same effect occurs from the placement of Rahu and Ketu in various houses; their presence point towards unhappy marriages, divorce, and illness. Another fixation that scuttles worthy alliances.
When a marriage does happen, after careful matching, and amidst religious rituals and prayers, along with the blessings of elders and relatives—presumably, life should then go on, with no hindrance. But in reality does it?
Divorces were few in India a decade back. But now they are common. There are more divorces than marriages. Second marriages among women were unheard of some 10 to 15 years back. But now most girls seek remarriage immediately after getting legally divorced. Horoscope matching, which promises a long and happy wedded life, is shown to be baseless.
Yet Indians continue to be swayed by astrology, and of late the profession has become a money-spinner. The Indian subcontinent, which is fast becoming a powerful economy, should put these beliefs behind it. Marriages should be based on the fundamentals of happiness, pride, and the qualities of the bride and the groom.
Read more: http://blogcritics.org/culture/article/vedic-astrology-in-indian-marriages/#ixzz18cKmIT1I
I go to no concert,
I hear music from where I am,
The breaking of dawn is music to me,
As I hear the hen call cock a doodle do ,
It is a high pitch call,
Followed by the crows caw,
Which denotes a base tone,
Then come the sparrow chirping ,
In a gay collective note,
A little away I see a goat bleat,
Along with the cow’s moo,
Heightened by the donkey’s bray,
Jarring with the dog’s bow-wow,
Softened by the pussy cat’s meow.
As the day advances to mid morning,
The cry of the babies ,
Mark the loudness
While the constant chatter of elders,
In hushed tones,
The clatter of pans in the kitchen,
Bear a deafening frequency,
The hurried sweeping of the floor,
Call for a hustle
The mopping and brushing,
Create a swishing noise,
The hissing of a shower,
Presents a comfort zone.
The day draws to a close,
With the birds flying back,
Fluttering their wings,
The animals get calm ,
By retreating to their dens,
The children become sleepy,
Giving out a tired yawn,
While the adults relax back,
With the television on,
The gentle breeze sets in,
Refreshing with its melody,
As the night slowly embraces the sky.
In a harmonious excellence.
What will be tomorrow?
Will it dawn ?
Will it set?
Will it work?
Will it bring cheer?
Will it be disappointing?
Queries the pessimist.
The tone of not,
The sound of nay,
The inclination no,
The wish not to,
The expectation must not,
Emanates from the hopeless.
The staggering thought,
The desperate review,
The desolate preview,
The uneasy calm.
The stifling throttle,
The sharp animosity,
Lends a suspicion.
The frozen silence,
The sickening hesitation,
The alarming sentiment,
The trembling fear,
The awkward disgust,
The dizzy nagging,
Renders a pressure.
Living with such inkling,
Harbouring such qualms,
Carrying such defaults
Navigating through such tides,
Negotiating such tricky turns,
Demerits the meaning of life
That makes a bard ,
Sing its praise on board,
In a rhythmic record
Philanthropy is a connotation,
That points to a deliberation,
Of grand distribution,
Of wealth and participation.
Philanthropy is plain 
give,
It is a pretty live,
Of cheer and festive,
Translating an act extensive.
Give needs no advertising,
It is a voluntary inkling,
That occurs without thinking,
As an instinct initiating.
It seems so simple and easy
It looks so light and ordinary,
It happens in speed and regularity,
It is an age-old quality.
Now it has acquired a billionaire’s status,
As it is dressed up in eye-catching gorgeous
Made gigantic and big by pompous,
But the little thought still remains gracious.
Give out half your wealth to charity
Call the billionaires,
Give out the money to the needy,
Cry the referrers.
Give out large heartedly ,
Announce the care takers
Give out happily.
Appeal the servers,
Setting the tone of philanthropy.
Money is one way to show concern to the oppressed ,
As most think
Mind you money is not the only way to discern the hard pressed ,
As most feel
There are many more ways to look at depressed ,
That most do not realise,
Leading to a mix up of the addressed ,
To a subsequent delineation.
Billionaires can establish foundations,
Like Buffett and Bill Gates do,
Most others can opt for a creation,
Like Mother Theresa and Ramakrishna did,
The haves by their funds work out a sensation,
By displaying an abundance of money
The have-nots with their love etch out a penetration.
By exhibiting an immeasurable care.
Seeing a flower is captivating
Hearing music is enrapturing,
Smelling fragrance is pleasing,
Feeling happy is enchanting,
Living peacefully is ruminating,
Presenting an excitement all over.
Is
The mind cannot much hold,
Let me search for pseudo,
Philanthropy is a word,
Meenas Poems 