Meenas PoemsA tinge of jealousy
could not be so
it is envy found enormously
could be the foe.
He breathes with a sigh
could be a cause of inability
he smells an odour high
the stuff of developed animosity.
Why be it so? I wonder
being a man of high net worth
poses as if he lives in splendor
why this unnecessary feel of dearth?
Not able to explain his attitude
I being a target of his jaundiced eye
keep away from his latitude
vowed to talk nothing of him
as he is not worth a pie.
The nose has turned watery
the eyes are red in a glittery
the voice has become husky
could be due to an allergy
could be a preamble to an infection
know not what would occur in a defection
sit I with fingers crossed all the more
The motivation in a poise
the variation in a choice
the restoration of themes
the rejuvenation by dreams
the faith in a religion
the trust in a person
all go to make up a character
extraordinary as in a caricature.
No use crying over spilt milk
none the less no use to sulk
past is gone forever
wipe of remnants ever.
The days that are before
would be worth about a crore
with that in mind keep going
enchanted by the smooth sailing.
The retrospection is a solace never
the fever and fret remind you ever
could be a lesson to learn in ways
learning never ends being there always.
Not to be tied greatly to the past
either be it glory or ignominy in fast
forget the bygone in a quick stroke
otherwise you would be a broke.
Memory is short they say
could be a blessing in a way
nurturing an enmity and ill feel
could rip you in a steal.
It being a trigger
done with a vigour
causes a flutter
much more not shorter
a blast in the open
should not have happened
created an impact horrible
that being very terrible
the offence being one of terror
that of a gross violence in an horror
a well crafted deceive it is in a way
very much of a shudder all through the day.
Why go by predictions?
why not by indications?
quoths the cognitive mind
Predictions do tell us about
with a lot of fuss in and out
never with a certainty.
” Could be”being the key words
a look around the world
not with the focus .
Indications authenticate always
pivotal of the issue that sways
way into the core.
“It be so” being in the positive
dilemma surfaces not in a tentative
a prima facie evidence in truth .
I
t is a day as usual
with the sunrise
everything casual
nothing in a high.
It is a day regular
with the morning fever
everything in order
nothing in a deceive.
It is a day ordinary
with the simple demeanour
everything not extraordinary
nothing of a remember.
it is a day as all days
being the first day of the year
one sets the other follows in a way
brings no fear or cheer.
Let us go through this day
as we go through all days
let us not give it an undue chase
let us compete in the race.
The life goes on
without seeing the sun rise
as I am not an early riser.
The life moves on
without seeing the flowers blossom
as I am occupied otherwise.
The life flies on
without seeing the birds fly
as I am flying elsewhere.
The life runs on
without seeing the boys run
as I am running for my bread.
The life trots on and on
years pass with a speed unknown
as I age with the years all known.
The life has to slow down
allowing me to experience all the above
it would be a bliss anyhow.
That be it
could that be in it
could that be out of it
could that be
That be it.
It is the only greed
brews in me for long
being the one to read
could be a direct lead
while I write my poems
I yearn it should be read
not by one but by many instead
with that though I go ahead
write and write with a passion
could not stop over in a fashion
halt and then proceed in a fraction
my poems come as a deluge and immerse
at least one of my readers with my verse
the greed as such is irrational in a way
for that any greed be so always
Oh! I write and write with a devour
could be the creativity in a fervour.
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