Meenas PoemsWhat does God want?
God wants truth,
Not gallons of milk,
God loves work,
Not packs of sandal powder,
God desires faith,
Not tonnes of flowers,
God expects love,
Not litres of curd,
God calls for justice,
Not kilos of gold,
God cries for mercy,
Not carats of diamonds.
God requests contentment,
Not ostentatious pretensions.
God commands simple grace,
Not snobbish piety.
God demands nothing.
Again God demands nothing.
I question,
Who is God?
My mind tells ,
There is no such,
My heart cries ,
There is so much.
Listen ,my mind says,
God is truth,
God is straight ,
God is fearless,
God is righteous,
God is Nature.
No, shouts my heart,
God is concept,
God is belief,
God is powerful,
God is everywhere,
God has form.
Nay bellows my mind,
God has no form,
God has no rules,
God has no demands,
God has no refrains,
God has no distinction.
Not at all blares the heart,
God has various forms,
God has numerous regulations,
God has excessive calls,
God has enormous restrictions,
God has lot of discriminations.
Mind talks in a deep voice,
God is man-made.
Heart resounds in a shrill tone.
Man is God made.
Controversies rage high,
Confusions blow up.
Mind queries in a sharp note
How many Gods are there?
Heart replies in a loud calibre,
They are innumerable.
Mind chuckling continues,
What do they preach?
Heart bubbling adds,
They profess faith
Mind persists in a diffident play,
How many religions are there.?
Heart answers with rage,
There are so many.
Mind breaks into a laugh.
Heart shakes with anger.
Whom do you support?
Whom do you endorse?
Is the mind right?
Is the heart correct?
Tell me all of you,
As I know no answer.
While celebrating at the sight of grandeur.
When revelling at the thought of prosperity,
While rejoicing at the glorious frenzy,
When relaxing on the distinctive criteria,
While reacting on typical issues,
The heart withdraws.
While resigning on the mundane claims,
When accepting the responsibilities,
While affirming the discrepancies,
When allowing the curiosities,
While forwarding the authority,
The heart hesitates.
While working on the clauses,
When recounting the activities,
While making a remarkable surplus,
When deliberating on a worthy execution,
While extending a promising vent out,
The heart recoils.
While the mind overwhelms the desire,
When the faculty overtakes the thought,
While the insights dethrone the impulsion,
When the reasons outsmart passions,
While the fact triumphs over fiction,
The heart shrivels.
As the sun rises in the east,
The day breaks with a beat,
As the sun reaches the noon,
The day blasts with a swoon,
As the sun sets in the west,
The day subdues with a rest.
As the morn challenges with a bet,
The noon perspires with a sweat,
As the eve wrenches with a dust,
The night sleeps with a crust.
As the morning starts in a hurry,
The noon pushes into a dreary,
As the eve rushes into a fatigue,
The night settles in an intrigue.
As the morning warmth is cosy,
The noon heat is fiery,
As the evening air is sultry,
The night environ is swanky
As the day becomes warmer,
The night becomes a torture,
As the sway unfolds a tirade,
The sweep controls a fade.
Whither goes the world?
Towards a driest fold.
Whither goes the warming?
Towards a land swarming.
Whither goes the inkling?
Towards a bay tickling.
A slight slip,
A small misstep,
A little twist,
Damaged my knee.
A splitting pain,
A severe ache,
A terrible strain,
Limits my knee.
A complex status,
A decrying tedium
A reduced movement,
Hampers my knee.
A constant effort,
A synchronised device,
A tolerant attitude,
Has to pull my knee.
Stroking my knee gently
Caressing my knee fondly
Massaging my knee carefully
I endure the pain tearfully.
What is behaviour?
I query,
It is an impact.
Define behaviour?
I ask,
It is a value
Decipher behaviour?
I insist.
It is culture.
Refer behaviour?
I prolong.
It is ethics.
Express behaviour?
I emphasise,
It is emotion.
Elucidate behaviour?
I prod,
It is attitude.
Address behaviour?
I prattle,
It is rapport.
Announce behaviour?
I dig,
It is authority.
Sum up behaviour,
I conclude,
It is graceful etiquette
I walk with pride,
I walk with head high,
I walk with no fear,
Illustrating the faith in me.
I speak with facts,
I speak with basis,
I speak no lie,
Enunciating the faith in me.
I act with courage,
I act with thought,
I act with no procrastination,
Expressing the faith in me.
I listen with patience,
I listen with interest,
I listen with no distraction
Evolving the faith in me.
I accomplish with grace,
I accomplish with poise,
I accomplish with no inaccuracy,
Propagating the faith in me.
When I see
any dirt,
any flirt,
I stand aside.
When I hear
any lie,
any tie,
I stand aside.
When I feel,
any insensible,
any unreliable,
I stand aside.
When I smell,
any pungent,
any poignant,
I stand aside.
As I withdraw from the maze
As I retreat from the haze,
As I refrain from the race,
I stand aside.
There was a thunderous applause
To the extolling magnificence,
To the glowing radiance,
We were spellbound.
There was a fabulous deliverance,
Of the prosperous remittance,
Of the grand relevance.
We were spellbound.
There was a sumptuous excitement,
At the embellishing excellence,
At the exquisite reference,
We were spellbound.
There was a scrupulous utterance
Of the practical observance,
Of the intricate perseverance,
We were spellbound.
There was a beauteous appearance ,
Similar to an apparition,
Similar to a hallucination,
We were spellbound.
A day out of my house has become an eventful experience for me.
Decking up in a the best attire,I made my way first to a wedding.
The muhurat was almost over.
I met a few of my friends and relatives,and went to the dining hall to have my lunch.
The menu was simple and excellent .I had a swift partake.
Then bade farewell to the host and left to enquire the birth of a child in another relative’s house.
There was an array of sweets and chocolates and a juice was extended.
I engaged myself in a pleasant talk.Leaving my relative’s house, I peeped into another elderly relative’s house.
The elderly couple were relaxing ,while I entered.
I expressed my concern over their health, as the aged relative had a bout of sudden illness in the form of gastritis.
They wer happy to see me.
They offered me tea and snacks.
Then,as I was about to get into my car, met a friend of my mother in-law.
She ,at 75 was proceeding to one of her friend who was ailing.
She called me into her house.
She ,being a good conversationalist, talked in detail about the events in my native town.
The interesting presentation detained me in her house for nearly an hour and half.
Finally ,came home at dusk, dead tired and exhausted.
Had a shower and after dinner ,got to sleep.
The day was fully loaded.
The refreshing trend of seeing people and attending weddings made me deliberate for a while.
At times I become philosophical.
I ,while recollecting the chain of events, was able to choreograph the life in all its grandeur and serenity.
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