Meenas PoemsWhere does river come from?
from the mountains they say.
How do the mountains bring forth water?
It bubbles from deep down
sprouting in a gush add they
The origin remains a puzzle
Not only to me but to all
as we go on exploring Nature.
Having gone through a day full of toils
not physical labour but one of mental
the mind and body both got tired
unable to withstand the strain and drain.
Physical work needs much stamina and will
which goes on without mush effort to the mind
but the mental strain is immeasurable
combining both mind and body.
This day particularly is one of great deliberations
a dilemma persisting throughout the hours
keeping one in difficult stress and press
releasing a hurt and an injury to the mind.
The mind in its activity loses its coordination
becoming dull and dumb at times
producing a temporary halt and a forgetfulness
sending waves of derangement of both body and mind.
Coping with such situation from morn
very much wanted to relax and sleep
but sleep does not come as naturally as ever
since the mind keeps on wandering in all directions.
Seeing a blue bird in the morning
got thrilled more and more
as its colour was something unique
It was a variety of blue
not able to say exactly true
but a shine and a gleam thereto
that made one look through and through.
The blue bird sat on a bush
thick,fluffy and green all over not to rush
a pale green that had a cluster of dew drops
glittering like silver in the dawn as backdrop
marked by orange rays restoring and revitalising
The morn gave me a great experience rejuvenating
being colourful and lovely, picturesque and grand
If I had known painting I would have drawn
the most lovable scene on canvas 
qualifying for a wonderful reward.
He believes his siblings most
thinking them to be great
dumping his wife and children
who stand by him of late
telling them they are not fit
and refrains from talking
fearing they would question
speaks to his wife
just for 
necessity
now she has decided
to keep away from him
as she Knows that
he would not stand by her.
A sensible way is to get out of chaos
g
etting deep into the confusion
adds fuel to the fire feel many
leading to a place nowhere
but certainly predicts a doom.
With that in mind playing a safe game
he elopes away rather ticklish
creating a secure fence around him
making him invincible and triumphant.
Well, it is how one should act
if one wants to succeed alone
but if one wishes to consider the whole thing
then has to get into the depth
unravel the mystery that surrounds it
going ahead in a mission to set right
the human race which is going astray alarmingly.
I do write .
I try to write.
To let me see the world
not through eyes
but through my write.
I do write.
I try to write
to let me hear things
not through my ears
but through my write.
I do write
I try to write
to make me talk
not through my voice
but through my write.
Well I do write
I try to write
to initiate a feel
not through the physical
but through my write.
Yes that makes me write.
I do write.
I try to write.
Keeping myself to myself
not wanting the people to know me
I keep a low profile and talk very less.
I am not a big shot for everybody to know.
I am a small fry in the sea of humanity
and live almost away from the crowd.
Wishing not to socialize much
and wanting to take the back rows in meetings
I have passed unknown all these years.
A few days back I had to see a circle of people
who are total strangers to me rather I thought so
but who on first seeing me cast a curious glance
I tried to pull my face away quickly
but they did come close to me
and asked me you are so and so
an so and so’s daughter
I myself I think I am old
but now bringing in my parents
I felt a little odd but had to say yes
as I dare not deny my parentage.
Tired of standing for long
sat on a bench nearby.
It was old but looked strong
so without thinking sat on it.
Had a comfortable time for an hour
then unable to bear my weight for long
it started to give way.
It creaked and groaned
unmindful I sat on it in pretty gay.
It gave the next signal with a sound
Still I carried on with my own will.
Not able to tolerate me anymore
it split into two with a bang.
dropping me down on th ground
lay I
still there for few moments
then collected myself together
pulling my legs and feet first
then gathering my hand and head
got up with great strain
and walked off with a visible limp
down the lane to everybody’s view.
Of late I am succumbing to forgetfulness
thinking of something while doing another thing
has become a way of my life nowadays
that keeps me off the memory track now and then.
Once looked upon for strong memory
while my friends dubbed it as very cruel
now I am at the mercy of my memory
trying to recollect with lot of pains
but if I pass anyone who smiles at me
I proceed with a big grin and bigger nod
If some other comes near and talks
i am at a loss as my grin gives out very quickly.
I make up the whole thing pretending to know them
and talk generally about weather and place
thus escaping from the incorrigible forgetfulness
that has seized me in the recent days.
The lovely little pansy
peeps through the daffodils
calling you to see her
reminding you of her presence.
Mostly she goes unnoticed in the garden
as she is surrounded by flowers
which bear 
grandeur and fame
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