Meenas PoemsTimes go in chimes
with a rhyme
The past being yesterday
becomes the present today
which turns to future tomorrow.
As days run fast
that happened goes past
that is happening will not last
that is going to happen will be cast.
The impermanence thus gets confirmed
In that transit there takes place events
unconfirmed
Delivering emotions of relish and anger considerate
leading to great distractions inconsiderate.
That what is going to happen hold us with an anticipation.
We go to Tarot readers with an expectation.
We sit before the Parrot reader waiting for a prediction.
We rush to the astrologer for a detailed resolution
The future holds us with a fear and a bind.
Pushing us towards a thought in the hind
We unlock our dreams that lie in the mind.
The thoughts which cause a break from the line.
We, eager to get over and reach the top slot
go in circles, employ turns and plot.
The success is but minimal with little ingots.
Yet the future makes us live always with a task.
It forces us to 
live with a mask.
A man stayed in the past
he never came to the days fast.
he stood there looking aghast
at the skies in a gaze.
To him past proved everything
It kept on ringing.
Memories flow in bringing
thoughts in a singing.
To him past is not a history.
it is not anything hoary.
It tells a story
with interesting anecdotes wholly.
Quotes the prices of yester years.
The present price tag causes a fear.
The events of today make him shed tears.
Oh! He looks like King Lear.
Not thinking much about future.
Not talking much about any feature.
Not reading anything about the creatures.
Not writing anything about nature
The man works in the present
doing what he could do to make it decent
His work program is not nascent
It is a lively action very recent.
To him travelling into the past
makes no impact lasting.
He goes on with his duties not aghast
but performs them in time and fast.
Well, that is how he lives in a cast.
She went to her village
She found none there.
Going to the house where she once lived
She could not trace any one living there
She ran towards the beautiful pond where she played
but could not find fish or frogs there.
She slowly walked towards the school where she studied
The school was bare.
She then proceeded to the temple where she worshipped 
Alas! she could see no God there.
A move there.
Going away from home town
a move out.
A move there
Clearing the way for leaders.
A move out.
A move there
Taking a decision very bold.
A move out.
A move there
Getting upset over simple things.
A move out.
A move there
here and every time and place.
A move out.
it is a difficult move.
A decision hard to take
How to decide?
Deliberating on it for a while.
made up the mind in style
So with the decision taken
all other thoughts are forsaken.
No hesitation what so ever.
Got into it with the speed that had been never.
Packing the bags and closing the household
quitting the job and becoming bold
decided to accept the offer overseas.
The leader was gently alighting
“Move out, Move out”
came the signalling.
The people were driven from the thoroughfare.
As the man got down from his Mercedes grandly
Guards lined up forming a net around him beefing up the security
Waving he got down and walked down the path way
with all smiles and cheer through the gateway.
There was a guard of honour well tuned
with the march past and orchestral concert
The Leader then addressed the crowd throwing an air
bringing in his achievements in the speech with care
The meeting came to a close with the guards
once again shouting “Move Out”
making way for the leader’s departure with every one out.
She being so sensitive
and very emotional
shed tears for every deed infinitive
significant or insignificant
gets moved and becomes sad
when she hears a baby cry
when she sees someone getting hurt badly.
These are not the only ones that affect her
but other small indices make her upset
that of a handicapped person
that of children loitering about
seeking alms and food
and most often gets moved
if she crosses any one ill
and last of all
if she hears death of any one
she weeps uncontrollably
as though one of her kin has passed away.
Sobbing she goes about on any news bad.
Distressed she becomes when she hears anything bad.
Melancholic sh turns when she sees anything bad.
Venturing out for adventure
or for that matter for any venture
has not been her mode of operandi
getting everything done id dandy
sitting at home and ordering
buying things by phoning
She runs the show in grandeur
getting the best things rather
doing research online on brands
she draws out her agenda grand.
She does all her work from home
official as well as domestic from her loving home.
Hires people to do work also by phone.
Helps her friends also over phone.
Her life moves on round the phone
as she goes round and her home.
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