Meenas PoemsI live in an abode
with cats and monkeys
in the entire surround
sparrows do hop and play
in the morning they abound
the dogs bark and whine
the nights are filled with such sound
on either side of me
live the Chinese with their families
opposite to me
there is an Indian man from the army
a little away from me
a Malay man runs a Nasi kandar shop
I live amidst all of them
my English keeps me on top.
The feverish fret over an occasion
provokes a laughter too much
the one who is in a delusion
cannot confront as such
deputes not one but too many
they succumb to his pressure
come out with issues tiny
they not being directly involved
act on behalf and for the sake
not bothered about what evolves
nor hear or listen to what breaks
the feverish man does the same
every way and everywhere he could
unmindful of the reputation and name.
The shrill tweet of a bird
seemed to be strange
as I have not heard
any sound in that range.
It was in a high note
very sharp and long
came in a tumultuous float
nothing like a song.
I could not decipher
what bird it could be?
I was not able to infer
the bird flew away in glee.
A man and his wife
came home the day
could that be any day
yesterday, day before
even days before
am not specific
better to be a related say
as I feel always the day
does not count that much
it is the talk as such
would be of concern
a telephonic exchange in turn
would not reveal the expression
the face to face interaction
would give out the thought
well, this is how I was taught
I tend to stray away from the main
would be of course of no gain
this man and wife in topic now
have something i their mind below
curious in a way to know
being a part of them in all
mostly an intention to gather wool
want they to pass it on to their coterie
they feign with their acts of dignity
their eyes revolved in a wander
their tongue spoke words of no wonder
finally their pretense got exposed
well, that is how the world is
consider them to be the least
get ahead with your feast.
Placed some grains on the parapet wall
the sparrows came near the wall
saw this way and that way in fear
could there be anyone around?
Stood a little away from the wall
they perched themselves on the wall
saw this way and that way in fear
could there be anyone around?
They picked the grains from the wall
one by one they flew from the wall
saw this way and that way in fear
could there be anyone around?
The necessity drives one to the wall
who struggles to get over the wall
forces one to see this way and that way
could there be anyone around?
Life is ours all the same
others are there only in name
clear the mind out of fear
there could be no one around.
I am a lazy bone
like not to go out
the home being alone
my place throughout.
A phone call from wherever
I am at the moment
brought the requirements forever
purchase was never a torment.
Being so a few years back
the invasion of the internet
has put me in a different track
I order and receive without any bet.
That way it is becoming easier
the online orders so quickly placed
receive them at the door not any further
the direct purchase is slowly out phased.
The news comes to my desk
not I walk to the gate
the internet acts brisk
flashes the latest without an abate.
Not withholding my writing
I publish my posts from anywhere
never do I wait for any testing
such as the procedures everywhere.
Never away from music at all times
I listen to my favourite musicians
through the you tube as it chimes
the latest hits of them in a manner decisive.
Imagine a world without internet
never could I dream of it in a sense
as it has most promisingly set
an indefatigable presence.
This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.
Laughter keeps us going
the lighter side of life
takes us through in a swing
forget we the strains of strife
laugh we at each other
not once or twice
all through with a romantic ardour.
The wedding at an age young
both of us in college
bitten by the unusual strung
a dependence on the verge
a way out from the regular
one day opted to dine out for a change
an act of courage rather.
With little money in the pocket
meekly made into a five star hotel
ordered a few in a speed of a rocket
our eyes met with a mischievous twinkle
I touched my hand bag as though it is a locket
a nervousness shot up.
Had a sip of the corn soup in fear
minced the naan slowly in bits
both of us felt queer
ate the food without a word
finished it grumpily being not our self
a time of apprehension.
Came the bill at last
butterflies were flying high and low
with a shiver read it fast
the spirit came back with a flow
the amount very much fitted the purse
both of us broke down with a laughter.
Hurrah! cried my husband in glee
he paid the amount with dignity
returned home with the mind all free
the happiness did not last long
as I revisited the bill with diligence
a feel so much for so little.
Again the mind started to nag
being the author of the dilemma
I smelt a conspiracy behind, a snag
the hotel has charged us more I cried
much to the chagrin of my husband
a quarrel started.
That being the tempo of our life always
a fight, a shout, throwing tantrums
a swear, a curse and finally a treaty of peace
signed or unsigned you might question
it was more than that in truth
a pact for decades.
This could be a sample of our life
many more serious ventures
have pushed us to take the knife
we looked daggers at each other for a time
came then an episode in a lighter vein
insinuated us to hold hands.
One being that of a project commercial
tried our best to make it a success
being not backed by funds at the stage initial
it suffered and turned otherwise
he blamed me and I blamed him
a commotion unbearable.
Financial difficulties crushed us a little long
he tried to sell it at once
I protested and continued it a little long
finally unable to bear his harshness I agreed
sarcastic he was as he said the words
“trying to get an old woman married”.
I became furious at first
enraged I shouted at him with all the might
few days after relished the test
the humour in it made me laugh for a while
I switched over to my original cherubic status
accepted it as a sarcastic humour as such.
Life is an entanglement as much
the husband and wife not only tie the knot
they have to face and cross over as such
if fun and frolic takes up the slot
we could reach the sky with an ease
nothing is intangible.
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The days go in a jump with an aplomb
a month has gone in no time
eleven more months to go in the from
what is the speed ? say it in a chime
I deliberate as of now and as always
could be more in a way
could be less on days
I assess with no perfection
yet the days roll so fast
the present becomes past
a lively progress of life
one to another seamlessly
nice to participate joyfully
as a run and a skip
could give the best quip.
Pure as a crystal
creamy like milk
having no blemish
skin like snow so soft
hair black and in tuft
long and shiny
she looks so beautiful.
Just like her appearance
her heart is gentle
speech so sweet
voice so mellowed
mind very sharp
genial she acts
brilliant she is in every way.
Both the mind and looks
go so well with her
one supplementing the other
the other complementing the one
a combination of great wonder
could have been not better
beauty and brilliance together.
It is a music that I love
never do I miss it
the music lights up my heart
seems to be that someone is with me
I do listen with rapt attention
at times I nod my head
I do clap with an appreciation
mostly I sing with the singer
all these do happen at home
while I write in my canvas
keeping up the tempo
the melody penetrates all through
my fingers type with an association
a lively interaction in a stroke.
Meenas Poems 