Meenas PoemsEating at times
proper and at regular intervals
brings healthy chimes.
Chimes strike great
with spontaneity and lively tunes
if rung right.
Ringing at hours
the clock suffers an infraction
stopping at covers
With a stop
there emerges a fall out
that rushes atop.
There over atop
could see a big world
without a full stop.
With the movement of cyclical turn
the debris getting exhumed in a burn
while the cinders lay in a diffusible churn
the whole area seemed messy and abandoned
with the feeling of the environment getting
holding the hands tight-fisted against such disaster
could not keep the lips 
tight-lipped any more in anger
got ahead with the protests to the town council straight
who promised to look into it with a heavy punishment right
kept not their words but joined hands with the harm through
resting the town in more destruction and hazard being true
while I stood helpless and all alone in the wilderness static
without any one to support and help me to cross over the drastic.
The man being a maker of trouble
going past all the norms in a treble
talks as if he knows a lot
remarking on each and every slot
shouting unnecessarily in a situation
that demands a moderate resolution
swearing by the Gods names
calling them to substantiate his claims
there he goes with a distaste
while people have started him to hate
he thinks he has won over a place
totally unaware that he has to face a chase
which would make him run for his life
and destroy his way of life
as he has to throw his towels
and abandon his profession
because none relish his intrusion
being audaciously disquieting
and regularly
scorning
he would find himself in hell
if not he stops his shouts and yell.
Listening to music keeps me fine
taking the tense away with a shine
as I lend my ears to every line
my heart goes out to the words in nine
leading me to forget to dine
as I throw my soul into it in a bind
not knowing what is happening in a wind
I sit totally enraptured and become blind
not literally but metaphorically in hind
with a throb and an advance in kind
I lose myself to the nuances of music
as I revel and rejoice in its delicious mystic.
It has been a day of confrontation
not one of great importance
but one of great nuisance
with the in fight among the servants
one blaming the other over dominance
one accusing the other of authority
bringing in a commotion chaotic
know not how to control the trouble-shooter
as he being the chef getting taller
for that very reason and culinary skill
treating the rest with disdain by shouting shrill
every day dawns with a plight and noise
I have to deal with that having no choice
with an added out burst of temper from the master
who butts in with a least knowledge but into it faster
blaming me 
for the whole confusion and pandemonium
saying that I am inept in dealing with these tedium
I stay put blinking widely at the abyss
feeling in a sort of being equal to a rubbish
Grabbing the offers
filling the coffers
has been in light
though with a foresight
many go with a caution
not taken away by emotion
they do express thrift
not enamoured by the gift
applying a measure modest
going with a practice hardest
resisting the temptation
restraining the directions
that lead to a buy out
not thinking about the fall out
which is the result of such offers
finally emptying the coffers
Out in the field there I see greenery
it captivates me being a lively scenery
the paddy has grown so well and looks pretty
with yellow grains dangling from the land’s kitty
there they seem to hold every perceiver straight
making his face light up looking at the awesome freight
being the heavy grains glittering over the stalk and above
there be a charm most graceful and condescending with the bow
as the grains heavy pull the stalk down indicating that it is done
bidding the farmer to harvest the strains otherwise they would be gone
carried away by wind and eaten up rodents and birds instead
proposing a waste over the toil and sweat the farmer has shed
compelling him to go about his work with concentration quick
as he would be rewarded
with a bounty that being the trick.
Climbing uphill is a task
Going downhill is a bask
Getting upward in life is hard
going downward is a dodge
that be the universal rule
we play about like a fool
spoiling what we achieve
squandering that 
we strive
demoting the priorities
destroying the intricacies
that becomes a strike
dashing as a swipe
indicating a fall
but left without a call.
Flesh hanging loose
came a man with choose
forcing a truce.
It was a genial tone
bringing back memories begone.
calling little ahead of the show
the voice expressed a glow
impressing one with an invite cordial
going on with a cheer inimical
unable to find who it was
recollecting the voice not harsh
could not make out the caller
went on talking with a feeler
finally got a catchy clue
tracing the huskiness in the vocal cue
concluded it was a friend of past
who was close with me till the year last
but now living far away in a land
with a status tall and grand
still remembering me with unsurpassed love
making me rejoice with an unparalleled joy
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