Meenas PoemsA memorable day for you
a memorable day for your family
keeping everyone in your fold
embracing all with your loving hold 
Treating everyone with a professional touch
and making all happy as such.
Preserving unity with your wisdom.
leading a quiet life now seen seldom.
May this day bring you lot of cheer and happiness
that would be bestowed on you by greatness.
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Mushrooming everywhere the small plants grow.
They grew in such a density giving the area a green
The carpet like greenery was a look great
but the feel was something not great.
The thick mushrooming was a sign of distraction
a deviation from the normal progress of fauna and flora
a sign of decay and terrible trends unexpected.
The small plants were highly poisonous
and even a pinch of it would turn the danger
forecasting a serious aliment or even death.
A slight touch would surely bring about a rash
a gigantic rash that would cause a swelling
and a fever leading to hospitalization
more or less to the fatal point.
Some get back after peeping into the trap
but others less fortunate succumb to the venom.
A tragedy unfolds with an untold misery
bringing tears and sadness 
copious.
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Well into the interval
the picture supposed to be interesting
was heading towards nothing
with mere songs and romantic overtures
and lewd comic interludes
that make it a third rated film
but to my dismay and horror found
it was an enormous crowd puller
as the theatre was full and
many queuing up for the next show.
Has the taste of the people gone to the dogs?
or is it that they want to spend a three hours
away from the mundane and hectic chores.
Unable to sit any more got up and came out
and felt relieved as I inhaled a whiff of fresh air
A morning of high activity
with strange feelings
and undesired results
came into force
bringing with it
huge problems
and volumes of discussions
that went never-ending
all through the day
making the whole day
laborious and unsettled
infusing a detestation and
look out of how to come out
of it in a silent and nonchalant way.
The activities were thrown out of purview
while the unexpected 
arguments
took the prime spot
leading to a commotion
and a sparking anger
ending up in wrath and desolation
Taking everything for the face value
has been his habit for long
Believed in everything that was said
You might call him a knave
but truly he is an intellect.
You might dub him an imbecile
but really he is docile still creditable..
You might accord him a degradation
but in reality you should give him a promotion.
He is a believer in truth
and feels everyone talks truth nothing else
while here everyone talks everything
other than truth in leaps and bounds.
Being a staunch believer and rigorous follower of principles
he is finding it hard to comprehend the worldly words.
So he takes up everything for their face value.
A true man living amidst fakes and liars.
Cricket was played
for love of the game
long years back.
Cricket is played
by match fixing involving 
gre money
very recently now.
Telling stories has been his practice long.
Telling them with twists and turns are his belong
Morning he gives one narration wit the turn
and the evening sets the turn into a twist
making the listener to hold in suspense
till the next morning when there is yet another swirl.
The receiver has no other chance but to hear
the stories with a daze and a freeze.
Mystery would play a second fiddle to his technique
as he goes on building lies after lies
in quick succession mesmerizing the listener
and he himself loses track of his scroll
as the multitude of lies come like a swarm of bees
besieging the audience and the narrator one at the same time.
The story has
no start and end proper
as it is entwined over a net improper
it is a cobweb of lies atranger than fiction
and very difficult to clean up the intensity
with which they intricately spin in a bobbin
creating a story of irrelevance.
The mind is at loggerheads
most of the time it is so
wavering and oscillating
in a manner not known
every time in a new sway.
The question is how to go?
what to do next?
keeps on haunting the mind
which getting assaulted
all the time by the heart throbs
staggers in a most alarming manner
unable to take a decision and if at all it takes
it gets dissuaded by the heart’s queries.
Throwing the heart far way is the only way
to arrive at a conclusion and for progress.
But would it be possible to throw it away
as it is the vital organ for any living being.
With a smile at the knave’s indulgence trying to impart
it is not a throw literally
but setting it aside and then get along
A sure method to proceed.
Will you go ahead anyway??
Rude is a word that sounds crude
With the sound being so bawdy
the action would be truly cloudy
hurting the person who receives it
but providing pleasure to the one that extends.
Using words wicked might be lively to some
as they feel they are up above the world
atop a prime slot perched on the heights.
The rudeness would strike them back lie a vampire
piecing them into fragments and shredding them into nothing.
Rude be you not to anyone at any time at any cost
is my humble plea to all those who read this little treaty.
An exhausted body and mind together
yearned for a rest altogether
Being a remote possibility in this juncture
but a required action at the moment
has to take place extending a pull out
from the rigour and vigour of life
taking to a place of rest and pleasure
where the body would get a nourishment vital
and the mind a refreshment much awaited
bringing in a harmony of the mind and body
to a working of great coordination and function.
Meenas Poems 