Meenas PoemsWith the rise of sun
and the rise of inflation
there is a an inebriation
and a madness in station
releasing an apprehension
of the future and its propositions
as pay offs and pay outs of dispositions
have gone beyond any substitution
stressing on to a depression
leading to a drop in economical positions
allowing no discounts and no concessions
besieged with innumerable trials and tribulations
there departs the genial and benign transactions.
Saw a dog
barking at everyone on road
looked very bold.
Saw another one
sitting quiet in a corner
seemed a loner.
A stone hurled
made the first one run
the other remained.
Enamoured by the beauty of rose
refrain from plucking them
Seeing any one disturbing the flower
I experience a shiver and a tremor
Touching it gently would cause
slight irritation to the loveliness
The violent grab would create
a distraction and severe the poise.
Anything beautiful should be seen
from a distance with distinction
while even a deep breath
would harm the rose and lead to a fall
A shake and a pluck would pull out
the grace from its state of equanimity
making it dead and lifeless in no time.
I remember not great things
I remember small things
that pass out unnoticed
that gets out not
transcribed
not knocking anyone’s attention
passing out like the clouds
that bring no rain
as small things to believe
bring no effect good or bad.
The gathering was getting restless
as there was an unusual delay
To keep them quiet, a less
known troupe gave an array
of dances not to the standard nevertheless
kept the assembled occupied in a play.
The impatience subsided to a silence.
The dances stretched for an hour or more
without holding the people’s likable reference
The hosts sensing that it would lead to a tremor
had to announce a cancellation with due reverence
keeping in mind the sentiments of the gathering all the more.
The assembly dispersed in a note of disappointment
Some murmuring about the inefficiency of the hosts
Others angrily talking about the waste of time and commitment.
The arrangements went without any use almost lost
the entire money added there was total resentment.
making one feel the difficulties in planning a toast..
Let me sleep
with no fear and anger
making sleep wonderful
Let me sleep
with a fulfillment and tranquillity.
making sleep eternal.
Peace is being pieced
in a course of tease
which is made to freeze
and subjected to a seize
suffering out of crease
unable to give a fresh lease
still more deficit in paying huge fees
beyond the lock and keys
finally ends up in a fleece
doomed to take shelter under the trees
like an insignificant entity in the decrease..
There was a sudden twitch in the eye
making me cry
There ,then was a flutter in the eye
creating a shutter.
A little while after there was a closure of the eye
causing a permanent failure.
With the one eye in operation went about
with lot of preparation.
The closed eye looked
so bright and twinkling
without life tickling.
The open eye was sleepy and overworked
with life itching.
Making one believe that appearances deceive
in ways real and imaginary.
The road not taken by anyone
stretched beautifully across
with large trees and bushes
finely cut and principally designed
with a line of flowering plants
blooming with red, yellow and pink
Having a semblance of tapestry
and giving out a sense of honesty
Questioning what has the road
to do with honesty I sit up and
answer you that anything
pretty and dainty and picturesque
anything loving and exhilarating
has a link to honesty
leading to a significance
that it is none other than
that truth is beauty
and beauty is truth
a theme emphatically impressive
and instantly enlivening.
Smelling a rat
he moved like a cat
stealthily into it.
Getting into it
acted like a sly fox
destroying the harmony.
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