Meenas PoemsIt is a day full of dullness
where there is no fullness
it looks as if there is no brightness
with the day turning into nothing.
Many days have turned so lifeless
causing a boredom nevertheless
making one weary and senseless
leaving a weird perception .
With the days becoming insensible
time moves slowly with a tremble
making the person irritable
converting the days into a 
millenium
The little girl is a catchy one
with beautiful eyes and lovely nose
eyes sparkling all the more with a glow
while the lovely nose gives her a profile
so elegant and regal with a dignity on the way.
Must be enchanting to see her
You might secretly wish to glance at her
but she remains exclusive all the more so
bubbling with an overwhelming enthusiasm
circling round her family and close friends.
Being kept so by her mother in total exclusiveness
fearing any evil eye would bring harm to her daughter
the little girl surpasses anybody’s idea all the more
excelling in attitude and movement with a grace
that places her in a pedestal of grandeur.
If the little one appears in public
she is sure to raise the bar
as all eyes that fall on her all the more
would find themselves hard to transfer their sight
and see some one or other mundane and ordinary.
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The smile litting up the face
she was sitting on the terrace
looking around with a gaze
chuckling to herself with a grace..
What was the smile about?
what was she doing in the terrace?
wanted to call her with a shout
contained myself in a firm stout.
She still remained there with a broad grin
very much atop the terrace
she looking pale and thin
very much away from the din.
That much is enough for the day
standing all alone in the terrace
cried from down is that the way?
Yes she smiled with a gripping sway.
Not able to withstand from below
hopping and jumping reached the terrace
gave a sound from deep hollow
asking her to come back in a follow.
She turned behind and stood straight
not a step away from the terrace
bidding me to take the steps right
ordering me to vanish from her sight.
It was a few years back
we were going in a pack
up on a mountain which was black
there seemed to be cracks
as fissures were seen in the rack
that made efforts difficult to track
we strolled over there in a slack
munching the hot snack
staying there for an hour with a hack
hoping to get through the stack
but could not push
through with knack
so got down the hill intact
abandoning the try with exact.
With a curious mind
and a regular writing
I do things with reckoning
that call for attention
seeing some hazard not permissible
where the environment
faces danger and destruction
I am up in arms not literally
taking my pen with a speed
as the pen being my weapon
my face not being known
I go about in this world
reforming a little in a way
a fair share of my participation
coming out of the eventuality
soon come the vigilance
setting right the damage
being my 
contribution to society
from which I have gained much
a small rectification to the city
which has given me place to live
so far and so forth all through
I do a little by way of service
though not much to the world
which remains the pivotal point
which stands with open arms
embracing the good and bad
Talking to my children over the week ends
has been my routine for years together
I talk to them without an end
not knowing what way to end altogether
but keeping awake all of us for hours
as one lives in the north in a time zone
whilst the other in the south with another time ever
with the variations of morning and evening alone
the last one living in the middle almost same time as mine
as both of us live around the tropics in tone
we go on talking apart from the time with shine
away from the time, beyond the time in glue
with a giggle and a chuckle all through
with tears and a weep while coming to a close
brushing aside the tears that trickle down true
hanging up with the anticipation of resuming in the next week-end
our life has been going about with talking and seeing over the net
very much assuaging and comforting to a great extent in 
a trend
though not as reckoning of the physical touch and proximity
that had been denied to us by living miles apart in frequency.
It being a starry night
with the darkness covered tight
the flickering of the moon
and twinkling of the stars soon
showed up as a lovely sight
with the illuminated night
sparkling with a gusto and light
while the chilliness of the season
lent charm with a reason
sending an enamoured fervour
along with a rapturous ardo
ur
as I sat on my ease chair
gazing at the spectacular fair.
With my writing I go to places
receive views from different places
I 
know very little of these places
happy to note my words go to these places
where they find a place among places
the appreciation comes from all places
with likes and comments keeping me in a place
provoking me to salute my viewers from my place
where I sit put for long and long in the same place
thinking though out-of-place
but tied up steadfast to my birthplace,
Pent up I live
Tuned up i sit.
Topped up I stand
Lighted up I walk.
Well, you may find it quixotic
well that is me in topic
totally was into frolic
now going very hectic.
With that the nerve centre of work turns thick
have to move about with a kick
lest would be left behind from the pick
as everything is ruled by the stick.
Now I live with a feel.
never attempting to steal
trying to go with a heal
that is the end of the deal.
the flower blooms
signalling prosperity
the grass grows thick
indicating fertility
the trees yield fruits
showing out their fecundity
the man powers his strength
destroying the fellow human
the one or the other thrives
not for their own
but to make others happy
while man gets stronger
turning his own breed unhappy
while tormenting the rest.
That is a flower
a fruit and grass
Well, that is also
the man at the last.
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