Meenas PoemsA poem is a painting
without colours.
a splash of words
with a throw of rhyme.
The painting is in a canvas
an illustration colourful
The eyes relish the art
while the feel is an experience.
Poetry is a writing
an emotional spontaneity 
The read exalts the soul
a representation of the gifted.
Paint and verse need a skill
a nicety and a touch
those of no ordinary talent
a special flamboyance .
Talk he not relevant
speaks he not truth
curses all the more
swears all the most
foul-mouthed he is
spreads scandals on the go
spills out slanders on the move.
He has lived long so
not bothered about other’s hurt
dwells with pride at his skill
he is an entertainer at first
then comes his second deal
it is sarcasm to the core
a pointed attack severe.
Such men do live
a parasite like entity
glorified by their tongue
relished by the evil
yet they prosper
a life based on others sweat
a creature to be condemned
The vacant land
and the empty mind
lie there dormant
The land appreciates in value
with years in the run
a fortune to the landlord.
The mind that is idle
thinks not of anything
rots and rusts eventually.
That be the difference
the land turns productive in a sense
the mind becomes useless all the way.
A life wasted all through
with nothing to wish 
and none to cherish
The evaluations are intriguing
The poetic appraisal at times are killing
The poem is dissected and torn
the beauty is robbed
the idea is mulled
and the poem loses is identity.
The same goes with the physic as well
The small changes are shown big
the big ones create a scare
the physician pose themselves great
the apprehension creates panic
and the body turns weak.
The evaluation is to be taken
not to accurate form
limited to certain level
it is a factor that guides
it is not the end
as 
there are many options
that couls be considered.
Up in the sky
I see a dove flying high
calm and sober in her try
She cruises up with no effort
She turns down all in a sudden
her white supple body is not a burden
she glides gracefully into the garden
straightens herself with a pose
She walks slowly down the aisle
makes no noise as she passes with a style
swerves her milky white body
perching herself on the tree
Her little ones nestle
close to her when she enters
she places them in a hole
as she wants to build a nest new.
The dove flies up and down
busy in her sojourn
She sets a perfect tone
as a mother in the fore
She embodies purity and love
a sign of peace is the dove
looks like an angel in the grove
moving about with poise 
The disturbed man
disturbs all
with his feverish mind
and with his rash actions.
He shouts and cries
slams and slaps
dashes and bashes
overturns and overthrows.
It is hard to settle him
hard to make him realise
difficult to reconcile
and bring him back to normal.
At times we feel compassionate
most times we disdain him
for his distraughtness
an unpleasantness surrounds
The wave be it heat or tide
signifies a change, a flutter
the one rises up with a vengeance
the other crosses over with an indulgence
both being overwhelming and stifling.
The temperature jump
s up
the warmth ascends in fahrenheit or Celsius
the waves go up with a force
the speed in meters and miles
both throw an effective insurgence.
The furious sun and the ocean
cause a havoc tedious
extrication from these elements
might prove fatal and devastating
with the sun stroke and epidemics on the rise
along with the loss of life and material
all in the go with the disaster pronounced
The coins and currency
their values oscillate
they depend on the economy
the stability turns them steady
with the rise unprecedented
the vacillation makes them ricketty
with the fall harsh
The barter system of yore
kept the economy robust
trade and transaction
were by kind not by cash
that was a system easy and secure
with currency and coins
held place nowhere.
The tiller sold his grains
the butcher bought them in exchange
the oil monger traded his oil
to a goldsmith for gold
while the money-lender
was there to advance loan
with interest heavy.
The money-lender was the only thorn
the rest were in tune
harmony was found in excess
happiness was seen all over
that be the days of ancient
when the missiles and airplanes
were not in the scene.
Bereft of
fast tracks and transport
men travelled extensively
the export and import worked well
bound by no exim policy
they repatriated their revenue
when there was no banking system
all done in miniature
that brought maximum returns.
it is a ride
going off the tide
well into the side
not under a hide.
it is a slide
very much like a glide
nothing in the allied
well into the belied.
It is an abide
not in the aside
but being fired
that too from the
It has died
having been tried
turning dried
nothing beside.
I had a long conversation
on the telephone
it was very long
but not at all tiring
we kept periods
one listened to the other
never got in between
it was interesting
I spoke with my maturity
nothing very high and wise
but a reflection of experience
the other end talked in his style
very sweet and inimical
raised his voice as though in an exclamation
spoke low as if in confidence
the whole hour went on 
I well into my late fifties
and he very much a year and a half
great was the time
lovely it was still more.
Meenas Poems 