Meenas Poems
Getting amused over things
has been my way
They help me unwind
the emotional sway.
A light laugh and
a small grin
take me across
the stretch of delight
far away from the plight
of sadness and despair
which take place now
and then in everyone’s life.
Let me tell you
laugh with full heart
expressing pure joy
and exhilaration
demanding nothing
expensive and dear
but extending
tranquillity and
peace in modest
means with endearment
and solicitations.
The while little bunny
sat on his tummy
while munching
a carrot.
The tortoise lazy
moved in a glossy
surface while
in chase of a lizard..
The cute rabbit
as always his habit
thought of the old race
started to run.
The tortoise slow
as ever saw around
and crawled in its pace
with renewed confidence.
The hare ran and ran
The tortoise crawled and crawled
The winning post was little away
I waited with a beating heart.
The hare panting advanced.
The tortoise heaving approached.
Oh! it is going to be a tie
said I relieved.
It was a tie hard to decide
Awarding the honour to both
happily got out from my bed
Lo! it was all but a dream.
.
Locking up my house
shutting all doors and windows
setting the security alarm on
installing the surveillance camera
posting a guard outside
flew to different lands far and wide
enjoying the scenic vegetation
interacting with the natives
taking note of their architecture
and tasting the food of the alien land
As everything has to come to an end
returned home with revived cheer
Espying the normalcy and decorum
Opened the door happy to be back
Then flung the bedroom door ajar
found a fluffy white cat lying snugly
on my bed curled like a ball.
Disturbed by my entry she got up
walked past me coolly beguiling
the guard, the alarm, the camera
ridiculing all in one go.
Dream is a reality
in a far-fetched sense
calling for a creativity
with an attempt intense
going with it is an uncertainty
but an attempt hence
is no way a hindrance absolutely
Dream is a sketch of the mind
a plan imaginary
drawn in the broad canvas
not in paper bonded
but in the sheet of the mind
an alibi proposing a carry out
with no obstacles and hiccups.
Dreams lead to a progress
as the mind works out
both in sleep and while awake
drawing a modus operandi
as how to execute and how
to go forward in a form
appropriate and with relevance..
Redesigning life is a requirement
as age takes over in a complement
where dependence becomes foremost
while inability stretches to a supplement
in the form of care, help and other averment.
The thought of being left lonely overcomes
as the feeling of overstaying slowly overwhelms
paralysing the mind to an attitude of decomposing
leaving the already fragile body to a state worrisome.
Setting aside all the loneliness apart
a new design has to take part
to withhold the mind and body intact
that being different from the regular sort.
Dependence on children should never be thought off
as they have their own pursuits to think off.
A deal agreeable to age and time should take off
that would lend a probation to get off.
The Prince charming
came in the horse
got down chivalrously
walked past the aisle
under the moonlight
climbed up to the bower
where the beautiful princess
was lying down peacefully
in a cot made of ivory
on a bed made of golden flakes
over a handcrafted linen
with rose flowers strewn
all around emanating a fragrance
and aroma that gave a
pleasant feeling and pleasure
The Prince gently lifted
the Princess in his arms
walked past the corridor
where all the guards were
nodding their heads and half asleep
placed her on the decorated horse.
.and rode away faster than the wind
Crying the child got ready to school.
eating up whatever she could
she was put in the bus with a load
of text and note books and lunch
The little one carrying everything saw a bunch
of her friends looking equally disturbed
pulling their faces long they remained perturbed
of the day ahead with its toil and turmoil
reading,writing, counting and reciting a total boil
of everything with nothing to store in the head
an expenditure of money, time and happiness instead.
Pledging the child’s happiness in the school
feeling that they have given the best they could
the parents go about with their ways and life.
Does this not sound a tedious strife?
Can we not explore possible means to solve this?
Not sending the children to school is one of these
that needs to be weighed with fervour.
Children already in should be un schooled quick so ever.
Let the child learn by seeing things that is around her.
Let she examine the shape, colour and material lying near her.
In the course things would unravel gradually and ignite
the curious mind with a lovely shine.
The concept may be an out of box attempt.
It would definitely serve as a preempt
to the much awaited renaissance in education
that has mulled, muffled and strangled for generations.
Sharing is noble.
Sharing everything with all
is a disable.
Sitting idly on the patio
took stock of the ratio
of cars plying up and down.
A little after counted lethargically
the trucks that moved slowly.
Not appeased with the statistics
took note of the cyclists.
Went a little far unknowingly
numbering the walkers untiringly
Tracking down the details in a notepad
sat down to analyse the traffic fad
wondering where do they all go.
Lo! a bit confused reclined once again low.
Culture calls for vouchsafe
with a dividing behave
going over the states
on an unconfirmed dates
crossing the borders
with an easy order
overtaking the glamour
that get with it in a clamour
shadowing the contingencies
with diluted discrepancies
showing a concise uniformity
in a prescribed impetuosity
Culture is a reflex image
that brings out a damage
if not taken care of entirely
with an assigned formality
igniting the differences
with feigned references
would lead to a revolt
with an unforeseen assault.
Culture of a society
dwells in its capacity
to work together
and to gather
strength and unity
with a curiosity
ushering a flourish
with a lively cherish.
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