Meenas Poems
Love all said Jesus
nailed to the cross.
Love with not a cause
as it does not bring loss.
Love enforces no clause
as it exhibits no flaws.
Love is bound by no laws
as it shines with a gloss.
Love exposes no moss
as it relies not on toss.
Love creates a lovely bondage
Let this be the Christmas message
with prayers said with grace.
Passion calls for attention all times.
Its craving never ceases most times.
It is never deigned as a pastime.
It conforms daintily with all times.
As passion assumes the form of duty
it surpasses all norms of beauty.
As passion becomes duty
it equips itself with scrupulous bounty.
The cry for passion is never alone.
It originates not from the forlorn.
The said cry is never a moan.
It is heard forever in the diligent tone.
Passion lingers in the area of decision.
It stands firm in times of recession.
Passion walks hand in hand with resolution.
Charting out a natural evolution.
Passion takes the front seat with much pride.
Making all others slide back in a hide.
It tries to embrace all the sides
while standing up like a guide.
It forces one to strictly abide
by releasing an emotional tide.
The writing patch renders a lovely glide
allowing a smooth ride.
The wordy expressions give a beautiful insight
by decking the experiences into a garland bright.
The narrations are sometimes light.
The explanations most times reach a height.
The descriptions open out a picturesque sight.
The authenticity is never a question right.
The imagination ascends above in the wings of flight.
On the whole writing is a passion not to be taken slight.
It is a deep passion.
It resembles a recreation.
It creates a distraction.
It releases delicate emotions.
Impatiently the soberity arrives.
Delivering pleasurable tries.
Dispassionate it might appear.
Disproportionate it might send fear.
Disaster it might lay bare.
Digression it might take care.
Writing has become a passion.
Know not for what reason.
Writing has become a fusion.
Embracing all times and seasons.
A few lines a day gives an impetus.
Thoughts lead to words in full tempest.
Words move towards expressions in haste.
Expressions give birth to creation in taste.
That is how the work of art attains its finality
Allowing the audience to a revel in gravity.
Succumbing to the beauty in totality.
Cherishing the masterpiece of creativity.
Carrying forward is a financial term.
Carrying the loss is to bring down tax .
Carrying the profit is to lure investors.
Carrying the profit and loss is to run the show.
Well that is how corporates manage to survive.
Well that is how corporates revive.
Well that is how corporates manipulate.
Well that is how the executives contemplate.
Carry forward finds its way into the registry.
Carry forward drives a designed delivery.
Carry forward is a disciplined indulgence.
Carry forward is a logical reference.
A thought has led to many investigations.
A thought has brought about many definitions.
A thought for sure can bring about many interpretations.
Well a thought has released a thoughtful deliberation.
Kate calls and tells with an undertone.
She talks round about with a dual tone.
She converses in a sly tone.
She guffaws with a rude tone.
Kate speaks high about her kids.
She praises sky-high at all bids.
She craftily hides their shortcomings in counter bids.
She is the best in camouflaging unholy grids.
Kate indulges in talks disoriented.
She builds stories all fabricated.
She passes distasteful remarks undeterred.
She infests a saintly glamour unwanted.
Kate has pulled on for eighty years so.
Running about unmindful of her negative flow.
It is when she is going to get the blow.
Very soon she would find the low.
It is only two days more.
The world would be no more.
So goes the talk all the more.
Sending signals of warning more and more.
Creating a terrible fear to the core.
Nothing is to be expected for sure.
Nothing would happen for sure.
So say all with a belief sure.
Dispelling the gravity with an assure.
Assuaging the feelings with a grace ever.
Which almanac says so?
It is the Mayan calendar that tells so.
Would that be so?
Ask everyone with a sigh in a flow.
It is a definite no say the scientists with a glow.
As duties get over,
so responsibilities fall over.
so events fall over.
We walk over,
with a fulfillment all over.
As freedom sets in,
peace enters in.
As it is an achievement all the way,
pride finds its way.
We go ahead
with a tranquillity instead.
The rotation completes in a swing,
leaving a lively brim.
The cycle closes with a high note,
listing an admirable dote.
We end up almost
with an enlightenment at the most.
It was a an expectation long after.
It was an occasion to remember
It was a much awaited event to enjoy
It was a most celebrated affiliation to experience.
It was a lovely schedule to go through.
It was an exhaustive trial to undergo.
As everything went smooth and straight,
it became a jubilation all bright.
Pointing a finger at others is easy.
Blaming others for failures is very easy.
Shifting the responsibility is damn easy.
Accepting the mistake is never too easy.
Not everyone admits so earnestly.
Not everyone appreciates so swiftly.
Not everyone behaves so finely.
As everyone feels high incredibly.
Failure is found almost everywhere.
Mistakes are common everywhere.
Realisation is seen somewhere.
Retribution is not visible anywhere.
Thus life moves on with an uncertainty.
It has to move though diffidently.
Whatever is destined to happen will happen definitely.
So we have to settle the scores rather dolefully.
Meenas Poems 