Meenas Poems

My Good Old Cook

Settling back on my ease chair
setting through the days back
as they came on by one in turns
resembling the slide show
while I was browsing them with my mental eyes
one such scene struck me through
that of the days when I went to school.
One day I missed my milk
as it was getting late for school
jumped into the car waiting in the porch
asking my driver to rush through
as I was crossing the patio
my faithful cook who had been with us long
came running with a glass of milk
bidding me to drink it at once
otherwise I would feel tired in school
not able to concentrate in my class.
The episode brought tears in my eyes
as I sat recollecting the day
and remembering my good old cook
who passed away a decade ago.
Now I have none to take care of me thus
as it is now I need most care and affection
remaining the fact my hair is going grey.

Tags cook, greying, hair., need, Poem, remebering

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The Sensual Love.

Loving with extreme passion
intensely for fleeting reasons
like good looks and stylish fashion
gets confined to a secondary section
where sensual becomes an infatuation
the physical lust instigate an insinuation
the moment the pursuit succeeds in the derivation
the love gets exhumed and goes into extinction.

Tags Love, physical fashion, Poem, sensual

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The German Way

Having gone the German way of becoming rich
where the desires go into a ditch
while frugality comes into force.
as buying from the available source
becomes the practice of the season
This being taken up for good reasons
brought in a prosperity without glamour
settling in for a growth beyond rumour.
Austerity being a well designed promotion
from there emanated no commotion
as all came under the proposed norms
within the prescribed forms
leading to a peaceful existence
within limited means releasing the essence.

Tags austerity, German, limited, necessity, Poem

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Down To Earth.

Down to earth is a beautiful idiom
bringing us down from the podium
as we tend to fly high in the air
going up and up without care
One can soar to heights specific
above that the result would be drastic.
A restriction is there in the zone
as the unmindful flyers are prone
scaling heights beyond the flown
finally enabling to be blown.
The earth shows a pragmatism
that of very charming realism
showing out a simplicity
added together with modesty
along with the virtue of patience
that take earth to a state of reverence.

Tags earth, modesty, Poem, realism

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The Natural Cycle.

The still night gives way to an active day.
The darkness yields to a brightness by the way.
This happening day in and day
alternating night and day in the lay out
A great systematic order followed by Nature
unperturbed by man’s hideous nature
of making morn night and night morn
practising erroneous procedures almost torn
while sleeping all through the day
keeping away from the working fray
not waking up to see the sun rise
but wrapped under the blanket in a guise
deceiving himself and others by his lethargy
then starting the work with the synergy
as the night sets in gradually
harming himself and all other slowly
as the untimely sleep and wake
get through him for the sake
destroying the ambience and equanimity
not in one go but in slow striding deformity
first quelling his body and performance
then going into the brain with a perseverance
numbing him fully converting him into a vegetable
So goes the life of one who had broken the norms
leading him to become a creature without forms.

Tags brightness, darkness, Poem

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The High Way Drive

The roads I take are highways
long and straight with no face.
It is drive, a drive to the end
faster and safer without bends.
Paying tolls at every town’s entry
passing through the tolls sentry
reaching the destination well ahead
as we not drive but fly instead.

All being well with great advance
there is most missing the chance
no lively being crosses the way
nothing interrupts the fray
as buildings and houses seen in roads
with hoardings and huge signboards
lending a touch of reality and recognition
a sight-seeing like activity without friction.

The hurry which is involved in the driving
makes one despise the very act of travelling
The monotony that gets in the run
robs the feeling of pleasure and fun
Driving straight through the highway
noticing only cars that go in the same way
tends to be stressful and exhausting
Well, I feel that the older way is most interesting.

Tags drive, face, Highway, Monotony, People, Poem, sight seeing, Travel.

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Caution Of The Day.

The rush up towards north today
with the hope of accomplishing a task in a day
as it looked very promising and attractive yesterday
thinking it would get through at any cost by the day
came to a not so alluring ending as expected this day.
It was half complete and reached the middle in mid day
wherein an apprehension surged up unexpectedly over the day
with doubts rising in a familiarity across the day
Not to overshadow the suspicion that arouse later in the day
left it as such till it gets cleared day by day
not by force or entreaty through the days
but allowing it to explain the merit not in a day
as in the long run it would have to would endure against the days
and withstand all allegations from today to future days
dispersing the suspicions as baseless as in most days.

Tags accomplish, allegations, baseless., endure, Poem, rush, suspicions, task

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Eloquence.

The words he spoke were soft and sweet
not rough and impolite.
The way he spoke was softer still
not reflecting anger.
The intention with which he spoke
was the softest all over
delivering no ill will.
The sense it conveyed in the most graceful manner
was one of great deliberation
It was a determination echoed in the best way
worded in a great style with beautiful syntax
and lovely diction enough to get bowled over
and very much impressive it being
the listeners have to go by his sway
without any second thought and distraction.
n expressive eloquence crafted with skill
and taciturn understanding.
It was grand to hear and lovely to watch
praising him aloud everyone said.
” what A Man” he is.

Tags determination, eloquence, Poem, soft, Speech

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Days Fly BY

The days fly in such speed
that before we rise up
and get along the day disappears.
Why is the day in such a hurry?
Thinking of that for a moment
as much time could not be spared
because the day closes up quick
I found out that he day has grown impatient
with us lazy guys spending time as we wish
and taking the day for granted
not paying attention to its existence
not giving its due credit
antagonized by our behaviour
the day comes and goes in such velocity
In a way it is doing its duty perfectly
whilst we procrastinate, delay and drag
as we want and as we think at its expense.

Tags Day, Expense, impatient, lethargy, Poem

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A Philosophy Peculiar.

The tiring of the mind
and the fatigue of the body
gets to an extent of compulsion
when we want to disown both.
It is not such easy to get rid
as the other things that we possess
like the properties and jewels
As for the nature of all
we are temporary owners
having then for some time
and pass it on to the next generation
with only a difference a very remarkable
the mind and body gets exhumed or buried
while the others get going to the next
from there to the next and next.
That which cannot be handed over
lies with us till the end
that being the mind and body.
However much they give us problem
they live with us by keeping on
nagging and prodding incessantly.