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 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.
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.
Festival of lights was the day before.
The lights were not seen all the more.
Darkness was the only thing in the fore.
Creating an unwanted furore.
It is a skilful play of governance.
Exploiting the people’s endurance.
Cajoling them with a difference.
Sending them back to primitive reference.
Learning keeps the people on the move.
Living in darkness is a lively experience all true.
Putting up with mosquito bites is a task to prove.
Well that is how we live for years together quiet low.
Blaming the predecessor is part of the game.
Accusing the federal is an excuse lame.
Accepting the deficiency is never a shame.
Setting it right soon would bring fame.
A day and night work out would bear fruit.
A well thought out plan would map the route.
Getting deep into the intrusive shoot,
would ensure a feasibility with a hoot.
Money is found everywhere.
It is found in stones in fare.
It is seen in paper all fair.
It is the cynosure of all eyes in glare.
As paper becomes currency to share,
doubling comes into play albeit to bear,
While stones are mined from earth bare,
Value enters the fray with care.
When diamonds are excavated in places rare,
created finds its way in the market with blare.
Gold rush gets ahead with a snare.
desire brings about a shy dare.
The longing for such is insatiable in a ware.
Calling for a buy out in quantities is a trap flare.
It exceeds the capacity in an exhaustive bear.
Throwing out everything out of gear.
Listened to a proposal.
It was a fantastic disposal.
It had all plus approvals.
It looked glamorously beautiful .
The proposer builds castles in air.
He is known for his empty care.
He practises nothing rare.
He is a preacher unfair.
He plants stories false.
He does that with ease.
His mind is crowded with disease.
He is a proclaimed brat in tease.
One day he talks of his wealth.
It is not in prime health.
The other day he rattles about his stealth.
It is his foremost breath.
He praises himself singling him as the only one.
He poses imperiously as a high done.
Calls one who is always in the run.
His pretexts draw contempt from all but one.
He has a counterpart in his sibling.
Both go about with scheming.
Their thoughts are full of evil crawling.
They are but leeches in the offing.
Men of such mind flourish lively.
Distracting the good from their poise easily.
Spreading baseless information endlessly.
Oh! tell me are they devils or wholesome evil?
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The word is of great interest.
It is a delight when men show interest.
It is appealing when men have limited interest.
It is painful when men charge abnormal interest.
Interest in things grows as such.
The feeling leads to a buy out as much.
It dispels the fear of the crunch.
Initiating a purchase in bunch.
Interest on money accumulates so quick.
The lender plays a likely trick.
It assumes a stature of impenetrable thick.
Forcing the borrower to lick.
Interest plays the roles both.
It builds wealth in troth.
It eats up the fortune like a moth.
Condemning the borrower to froth.
Read thou art thus.
Read more none the less.
Read without a fuss.
Read with a phonetic stress.
Read aloud with an emphatic 
press.
Read, read goes the chant.
Read, read is the rant.
Read, read is a common grant.
Read, read for an enchant.
Read, read brings about a pedant.
Read between the lines with a curiosity.
Read between the words with a veracity.
Read between the quotes with a credibility.
Read between the references with a possibility.
Read between the punctuation with a plausibility.
Reading goes through in different strains.
Reading gives a lot of gains.
Reading ensues a stream of trains.
Reading well signifies a powerful reign.
Reading all the more sharpens the brain.
Left in a torrential outpouring.
It was not literally raining.
It was an abstract kindling.
Leaving an uneasy steering.
Unfurling a static feeling.
Creating a sensation inundating.
Fostering a lusterless shimmering.
Oh! it was a situation annihilating.
A destitution was set in a fumbling.
A desperation settled in a quickening.
The forehead strained into a narrowing.
The eyes were profoundly welling.
The nose was quickly twitching.
The mouth was angrily snorting.
The cheeks were fiercely burning.
The scenario was one overturning.
The good lost their sensible thriving.
The bad gained a plausible living.
Initiating a contradictory resolving.
The world revolves in a fleecing.
The genuine go about in a silent enlivening.
The cheats get along with a merriment enhancing.
There is nothing else
truly amazing.
Meenas Poems 