Meenas Poems
The flight up and down
being on the same day
could cause a frown
exhaustive in a way
I wonder for a while
yes, could be says my friend
impresses me with her style
saying that the trend
has to report an hour before
baggage drop and check in
being seated for hours together
with little leg space in
a position so stiff and firm
could dampen your spirit
as you sit tight and grim
awaiting the aircraft to land
a return on the same day
would make you not withstand
the strain being that as elsewhere
Motoring through the meandering road
landed on a rugged slot
the way being not narrow but broad
managed to reach the plot
being one of not small but medium
I negotiated through the drive
not one of being much of a tedium
the motoring could not be more live
each turn was specific in a sharp
one not being anyway easy
went ahead in a way like a hop
with the wind being very breezy
could not feel the exhaustion as usual
accomplished the travel in a casual
great and significant like a ritual
a drive could not be more memorable
as my driving is all the more reliable.
Countries ban Christmas celebrations
one religion being against another
seems like a child’s quarrel with an innovation
blame one after a long time rather
religion is one’s faith and belief
interfere not in the individual’s life
let he have his own relief
the rejoice and enjoyment is his own strife
prohibiting him from this basic rights
seems to be a denial forthright.
It is a day of outing
absolutely ongoing
from dawn to dusk
prompts a sulk
a way to sit straight
a plan to look left and right
a process stiffly a bore
could be the core
for many a one in the genre
not me in the usual wander
a sit up and a lie down
be the way of my own
dream and a brood in a fancy
would cheer me up with a fantasy
that be my enchantment for the day
so I wish to 
at ease in a stay
The proportion in a strike
could prompt a like
be it in a feature almost
should be in a figure utmost
found in an article as such
exceptionally in a novel as much
seen in a portrait all the more
expressed in a sculpture even more
the exactness always counts
the precision is an account
likened in a speech although
a semblance in a teach even though
noticed in buildings and their structure
a stuck out from the architecture 
well that could be of a narration
where there are great proportions
being one of great and small
in accordance to those tall
in regard to those of whom are short
goes the ratios with a lot.
It is a call I make
a call I take
a call I fake
a call for the sake
calls without a break
keep me in a stake
promote a shake
fathomless it is
inquisitive it appears
curious it stays
let it be of any magnitude
sholud 
be serene in attitude
Could I blog for a pen?
well, that could be when?
I am not timid like a hen
nor do I live in a den
am I talking irrationally?
I do occasionally
never be surprised in a folly
being my real self intrinsically
I am a sensitive person
so I do not speak reason
jump over every treason
like a very wild bison
it be not in a season
it is my being all through
hate who speak words untrue.
The birds keep me enticed
from the days long back
the place I write opens out
the trees stand around
where be the birds and squirrels
the chirp of the birds
their tweets and chatter
distract me to the best
I gaze at them with cheer
they talk with love dear
the squirrels come through the door
run around me in joy all through
the play continues all the morning
like to be in their innocuous company
could not be diffuse in the symphony
as I have to attend to my duties
now I am away from the heavenly beauty
the realm where birds, squirrels and I play.
Had been with me all the while
had been with me in style
now gone from me so soon
away from causing a doom
I feel sorry for the absence
being an enlightening presence
I have to cope without it
have to accept the alienation
would be difficult at first
slowly would come to rest.
Meenas Poems 