Meenas PoemsThe mind thaws
the body freezes
the ideas get stuck
the movements are arrested
with the panic hidden
I go about like a figure
with all senses numbed
nothing to seek further
nowhere to wander
I stand with a feel
I go on my
heels
with a flow interrupted
with a gusto tempered.
It being a run not for life
but out of fear great to me
that would appear insignificant to all
Wondering what would be
you sit quizzed for a while
knotting your eyebrows tight
it might be ridiculous to you
but to me terrible and frightening
it is a chase that took my life out
a barking dog comes behind me
bow-wow, bow-wow it shouts
I run head over heels
seeking refuge in a house nearby
while the residents seeing me so
have a hearty laugh at my expense
telling that he is a most harmless one
just shoo him away 
with a force
he would turn and get away
that works out easy for them
but to me it is a task
that takes the life out
as dogs are my proven foes
Nothing could be more tiring
being a continuous journey
travelling from place to place
with boarding in one place
and I living in another place
going from there to another country
there again from the destination
have to travel to my home town
another long drive turning hectic
pulling all my muscles and energy out
while my eyes droop throughout
my hand tired of carrying the baggage
while the legs pulling me all through
I cross the journey very frequently
that has transferred a strong feeling
that once back home I never want to get out
sitting pretty at home like a recluse
and enjoying the comforts with freedom
which I get once in a way
which I long to be my way all throughout.
The baby with a bottle
was caught in a throttle
as he was sucking the juice
with a forceful choose
coughing in intervals
regurgitating in levels
looking teary eyed
and being clumsily tied
feeling uncomfortable all the more
sobbing for his mother even more..
The detachment in me gets out of the spring
calling me with a continuous ring
forcing me to get away from the swing
and recuse myself from the worldly tinge
Aiming to get away and withdraw from the din
I keep myself from the clasping pin
estranging myself from the ordained grin
living a life of withdrawal much far from the trashy bin
This has been the trend for time I follow
but to my horror I hear someone bellow
with terms in lively green and yellow
putting me in a piquant hollow.
The interaction that takes place all along
between me and others in a long
do not put me in a belong
making me uncomfortable and run a furlong.
The shell I am used to live
has become so narrow and not give
anything to anybody with a forgive
deemed 
to be an exclusive state without reprieve.
That being so from my birth
having been a being with moderate mirth
wish to live the remaining days with a breath
as a being unknown and insignificant in earth.
The excess of anything is a danger
as it causes an intoxication in a ranger
be it food in a 
quantity beyond
as indulgence lands in orbits of outbound
be it wealth in a way
as opulence takes you far away
be it temper striking entire
as the gravity stabs the interior
be it brains in a say
as intelligence touches lunatic stray
be it passion in straight
as sensual extravagance creates a blight
be it fashion in show
as over exposure brings you to bow.
be it mercy in the go
as tenderness pitches you against a foe
anything right or wrong
a moderation should be your song
as it would put you in a stature
lively and delicate making you great and mature.
The horse in the stable
stood agile and able
ready for the race
reckoning a fast trace
where it would attract
as a star in the tract
cheered by the spectators
encouraged by the stake holders
having bet a huge sum on her
awaiting to see her power
as she goes on the race course
starting slowly in the first with little force
picking up gradually in the next round
racing ahead finally with a great sound
her hoofs galloping in a trot
she getting past the slot
emerging finally victorious
carrying a prize money tremendous
bringing a large fortune to the owner
and a great reputation to the trainer
The horse has proved her mettle
while she walks back to her settle.
It being a game or a gamble
whatsoever you might call it in the preamble
the poor horse being trained and trained
having been slogged incurring deep pain
well, the poor animal has to bow
to the great pull and force in the go.
The thunder was mild
seemed the sky was murmuring by itself
looked as though it was grumbling
going on for some time in a way soft
it gained momentum and started rocking
with a big blast and a noise
deafening the surrounding altogether
the rains got gathered in the clouds
and were preparing to fall as droplets
there arose a big voluminous sound
sonorous as it could be and frightening
giving a feel that the world has collapsed
with that the rains started to fall
with a force not known so far
coming down in torrence with a lash
drenching the area totally
making it marshy and slushy
unable to cross through
while the rain went on for days together
deluding the ground with great speed
and the land appeared like a boat
mired in the huge ocean
striking hard to reach the shore
but getting no way in the midst
apparently hard and incredible
as a wade through would pose a risk
Days and months would go along
just for clearing up the mess
and diffusing the stress
a patien
ce is the need of the hour
as far as the murmur that has gone beyond
ending up in a devastation and havoc great
The menace men do to each other
is reflected in the ill feeling they nurture
is found in the jealousy that mounts up
just for the sake of being good-looking
be a way that copes up well
then being an intelligent person than the other
that being a reason which manges well
next comes the feeling of living comfortably
that is the seed of all rivalry very well
followed by the execution and performance
that being got by innate trend and practising conscien
tously
all these consignments both in part and in bulk
go about throwing in the air envy and ruthlessness
turning the person to become a wicked and evil human
summing up his value and strength in derogatory terms
making much of his fallacy and diabolical syndrome
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