Meenas Poems
Break the monotony ,
With a fine symphony,
Ease the hardship,
With a cordial friendship,
Revive the spirit,
With a jubilant merit.
Rejuvenate the soul,
With an easy roll.
Enliven the mood,
With a gay brood.
Enhance the self ,
With a grand play off,
Recuperate the mind,
With a novel find,
Pour out your feelings,
With a strong inkling
Jazz up my friend,
With a newest trend.
As I stand hooked,
Away from the buzz,
Into a thorny rush.
I went into a shell,
Aghast of the alarming bell,
Away from the tussle,
Into a close nestle.
I withdrew from the crowd,
Afraid of the proud,
Away from the deceit,
Into a sullen retreat..
I confined myself to a spot,
Apprehensive of burning hot,
Away from the malice,
Into a sombre solace.
I am now an old hag,
Walking with a drag,
Waiting for the boat.
Oh!Let me come out.
Going down the lane,
I saw a big cane,
Lying idly on the middle,
Creating a perplexing riddle,
The passers crossed over,
With a slight tremor,
No one dared to take,
As though it was fake,
Lest it would turn like,
A hideous omen alike,
Marking a risk too much,
Dispensing a terrible fear as such,
A man came groping towards it,
With uneasy effort lifted it,
Surprised the spectator’s find,
That he was blind.
The little obstacles that come up,
Are nothing much to distemper,
As the stoic attitude that keep up
The equanimity under proper
Controlling the eventual let up,
With a manoeuvering clipper
That lead to an easy set up.
Booking a quality somber,
Disentangling a knotty prop up,
Heralding a convenient empower.
There is a balance.
Which poses a challenge ,
How to carry over?
There is a grievance,
Which creates a misery.
How to tide over?
There is a deliverance,
Which makes a difference,
How to cross over?
There is a reverence ,
Which expresses a preference ,
How to bow over?
There is a boldness
Which shows an awareness
How to ride over?
There is a remembrance,
which cries for a recurrence.,
How to think over?
There is a permanence,
Which calls for freshness,
How to link over?
There is a tolerance,
Which kindles patience,
How to brook over?
There is a graciousness,
Which reinstate a significance,
How to leave over?
There is callousness
Which forms a wickedness ,
How to shield over?
There is a resonance,
Which waits for a reason.,
Is it the left over?
Live like a king,
With all in a ring,
Dwell in a house,
With comforts in force,
Ride in a car,
With luxury afar,
Eat like a poor,
With limited sour,
Enjoy like a kid,
With most you can bid.
Die like a noble man,
With a great brand.
I like to hop from the running bus,
Is it not a crazy fuss?
I wish to jump from the fast train,
Is it not a frantic feign?
I love to sleep in the snow,
Is it not a strange throw?
I want to bathe in the sea,
Is it not a pleasant free ?
I propose to fly in the air?
Is it not a silly fair?
I mean to be away from bustle,
Is it not a terrible tussle?
I want to be what I am,
No ,it is not a spam.
It was a fantastic clipping,
Which led me to a flipping
As the writing was exquisitely elegant,
Making the presentation illuminatively brilliant,
Forcing me to read it again.
Then I detected a strain,
That seemed so familiar
Whose writing appeared very similar,
To that of mine,
It was an inherent line,
That spoke of many inbuilt intricacies,
Who is the author?
I ponder.,
What an amazing technique?
I critique.
The flow of language is full-throated,
The selection of words is highly quoted,
The ease of penning is enjoyably rooted,
The substantial input is meticulously ornated
The author is none other than,
My little man,
Whose passion was reading
Whose profession is writing,
I recollect his childhood days
When he indulged in plays
But mostly used to sleep
With books interred deep,
Focusing his eyes on the page,
Posing like a sage,
Devouring the language and meaning
With facilitated screening,
Forgetful of drink and food,
Unaware of the affairs of the brood,
I take an about turn
By making a track back to 23 / August
The day of his biological entry,
I felt I nurtured a different carry,
Not too heavy literally,
But held a weight literary ,
I proudly delivered ,
A Majesty beautifully liveried.
Now, I armoured in spontaneity,
Hover over eternity,
To unfold an abundance ,
Of wisdom and wealth in redundance,
As water pledges to hold us apart,
Creating a tough depart,
My blessings slide over in the air,
To greet you on your lovely fair
Setting a goal in play,
Is a promise ever,
Capturing a grade in fray,
Is an affluence clever,
Crediting a record in pay,
Is an achievement wherever
Consulting an expert in say,
Is a proposition forever,
Modelling a supremo in array,
Is a difficult endeavour
Squeezing a light in ray,
Is an extract never
Carrying a delicacy in tray,
Is a wish whatsoever,
Levelling a mount in spray,
Is a task wherever,
Maturing to a merit in flay,
Is a fame however,
Holding a torch in gay,
Is a pride whenever,
Mentoring a trigger in a day
Is a rapport ever so ever
Empowering an ideal display,
Is a lofty replay all so ever.
I accept you as an embodiment of all goodness,
I admire you as an exuberance of all greatness.
I envisage in you,
Mother nature, the distinction that behest,
Be it patience,
Where you show an extraordinary passivism
Be it tolerance,
Where you propose an enormous aphorism,
Be it understanding,
Where you muster an enigmatic realism.
Be it creativity,
Where you throw an emphatic motivism,
Be it discipline,
Where you promote an energetic activism,
Be it servitude,
Where you serve with utmost nativism,
Be it reconciliation,
Where you express an untoward impressionism.
Overwhelm us with accurate naturalism
But we ma.
Display an unmindful negligence,
Dispose an unnerving forbiddance,
Detract an apprehensive reference,
Demolish an associative concurrence,
Destroy an inimitable confluence,
Devastate an informative recurrence,
Distributing an unethical disturbance.
Casting an illegitimate arrogance .
Realising the combusting applications on you,
Recognising the provocative distillations on you,
I with folded hands and tearful eyes,
Apologise for the complications ,
We have committed on you,
Sorry Ma!!
Meenas Poems 