Meenas PoemsThe thoughts of men
the deeds of men
the lust of men
the greed of men
spring from the den
not knowing when
come up in ten
sometimes like a hen
fluttering like wren
other times from weapons
sharp, incisive and open
getting into the deepen
causing a cut sharpen
with a wordy dampen
able greatly to widen
never possible to shorten
finally releasing a rebellion
bringing in chaos and commotion
by a siege and desolation.
Being a pure vegetarian from birth
used up to home-made food for long
travelling did not bring much mirth,
Nothing much to eat all the way
and nothing like to eat in the cafe
I sit in a corner with an empty tray
during dining time very safe
with a fruit juice iced
seeing others enjoy the dinner
and eat all else not even fried
from egg to chicken not thinner
lambs to cows all grilled
pork to fish very much smelly
all without any discount
make me feverish and disorient
so as days into traveling in the count
get tired and exhausted with disjoint
wishing to get back home at the best
as every time I decide in a hush
not to undertake excursions and take rest
but all times I break my vow in a crush
as the enthusiasm to see places
overwhelms and conquers in a rush
my otherwise low ebbing spirit in a chase.
A house
atop the mountain
stands alone looking
as if it is nearer to the sky
with stars and clouds
as its neighbours
which remain friendly
despite defaults
unlike human
who pick up quarrel
at every single fault.
Quizzing takes me out-of-the-way
as I find no interest in the fray
posing questions all in a manner
very different from other banners
where the entertainment is not great
but the squirming is heavy in rate
structuring the quiz master as versatile
picturing he knows thoroughly everything in the trial
asking questions on everything under the sun
science, fiction, sports and quotes in the run
That be going on well with a community
who revel on its strategic immunity.
Recently, quizzing is becoming a gamble
where millions are betted not in a shamble
pulling the enthusiasts to the media
with an entry fee as an intermedia
conducting the episode with a grandeur
behind it lies the advertisements in tandem
funding liberally the pricing and prizing
in the guise of entertainment in the fixing.
Digging the garden
on a Sunday morning
found an urn
filled with things
that I dare not see.
Unearthing it with care
kept it under the shade
went on digging more
with the hope of finding still more
So went on with the work all through
eagerly looking into the pit true
and keeping the ears open wide
wanting to stop the work on side
when I hear a clang loud
I went on digging altogether
five hours went by in hot weather
but could find none other.
Exhausted sat with displeasure
forgetting about the treasure
that lay under the tree.
Slept for a while without glee
got up to find that most of my garden
has been tilted for once all by me
.With gratitude to the treasure lying idle
went back home with a solace great
that I have done a good work at the rate
that proved 
a reward of its own.
We find joy talking about
nature and its beauty
We spend time seeing its nuances
oceans, hills, valleys
and get blown away .
The breeze and tides
carry us away
while the birds colourful
take us along in a fly.
The animals that we daily see
cats and dogs
hold us in the fray
but not t
he insects
that we meet daily
keep us glued .
Why?I set to ponder
the caterpillar and the earthworm
do not make us wonder.
With sound of the kettle
and clattering of pans
another day begins
The appeasing lies
not merely on the stomach
also on the taste buds
which pass comments many 
over tastes too much in any
be it sweet or hot or bitter
care should be there always
as anything allowed to remain long
gets overburnt beyond redemption
anything that is switched off quickly
stays unboiled again unfit for consumption
The morning passes tensed up mostly
with the ladle in the hand
and the apron round the neck.
A quaint looking bird
flew into my garden
multicoloured it was
green, yellow
and red
all merged as one
a beautiful combination
not seen so long in life
with a yellow beak sharp
and fluffy feathers dotted black.
it being so charming and alluring
stood there for a minute
enchanting and capturing the eyes
that had the opportunity to perceive
it posed for that sixty seconds so elegantly
then took off on a flight forceful
flying towards lands far off
over the huge ocean and high mountains
I know not where it went
and knew not where it came from.
All the same it was an apparition
keenly seen and delightfully felt.
The ocean 
looked calm
flowing without any harm
slow and steady in form
fish swimming in a swarm
the boatmen rowing without alarm
as the wind was not one of storm.
With everything working in charm
the tides flowing within norms
the sea looked beautiful and in balm
the sea front looked encharmed
the fishermen were listening to the qualms
and singing softly the psalms.
Sea, as always seen in unpredictable
came there a violent wave impenetrable
up it went in almost untenable
down it fell done all indefatigable
carrying with it all enforceable
fish, boatmen and fishermen innumerable.
The calm became a storm in no mean measure
with that gone are all the treasure
flew everything in haste not in leisure
that be the ocean’s unseen pressure
gobbling everything in a mouthful pleasure
well that be the act of the Ocean in displeasure.
The joy of living
has been with all
it was not a casting
but a real costing
having been exerting
having been spending
having been straining
having been extracting
taking efforts to bring joy
while joy lies within you
within your heart
nowhere to seek
but without a penny
could bring happiness
all around you by
extending cordiality
soliciting friendship
endearing a grace
showing a poise
while a smile sweet
would bring a lot of treat
and a multitude of greets
as joy is in you.
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