Meenas Poems

Swinging To And Fro

Swinging away into the past
where the retreat is very fast
while memories come gushing in a flow.
when back to the time of birth in slow
though with no memoirs of that day special
but got to know about it in a tell
then treading toward the school life
with all its gusto and strive
proceeding towards the university
clinching honours in veracity
becoming a wife and a mother
in quick succession whatsoever
submerged in sea of responsibility
almost for three decades with credibility
finally emerged out of it though in a belated mode
the lifelong passion of writing finds its code
be it a canvas with profile low and not grand
it had given me an outlet to voice my stand.
With that in purview my life has taken a full circle
saying proudly to myself that I have not buckled

Tags Entertainment, Past., Poem, swing

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Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri

Post author By meenas17
Post date August 8, 2013
1 Comment on Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri

The country where I live most
has a distinct character utmost
formed of three races all the more
it abounds in festivals even more.
With the festivals come the celebrations
along with rejoice and reverberations
where shops and stalls abound
where every town and city rebound
people move up and down
paying obeisance to the elders in the town
above all with holidays all around
for every festivals in the round
be it Muslim, Chinese and Indian all through
while the country goes on a holidaying mostly through
with days becoming weeks in the go
while the administration halts with the bow
The country has gone on thus for years together
easy-going and enjoying on the whole altogether.
It would be a surprise to any one coming from other lands
as they had been taxed and worked up too much in their own land.
This little peninsula Malaysia,in the far east frames its own time
living and working as it wishes not minding the clock’s chime.

Tags Festival, holidays, Malaysia, Poem, rejoice

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Time Never Dies.

Who can answer time?
None can do.
None can match.
Yet it is time that rules
going tick tick
every second, every minute
calling all the world to its feet
either it be the Great Grandfather
or the minutest of all wrist watches
oscillating this side to that side
with regulated measures and strikes
caring for the people all over
crossing them when so ever
reminding them all over
but never going still
always chiming sternly
always performing grand
great be the time
greater are the days gone
greatest are the years to come
A decade, a millennium and so on.
where time never dies.

Tags chimes, decade, Poem, Time

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Calling A Bankrupt.

Once going bankrupt was a deficiency.
today that which indicates great efficiency
of all trades and systems is bankruptcy
Men going insolvent in yester years
called for shame and derogation
even inciting a suicidal reflection
Insolvency these days or recently
devolve notoriety with no big infliction
as men go about in smile and cheer
with the stamp of insolvency coming back
crossing over the bridge that is very near
by resorting to means of deceit without slack
and getting emboldened by legal loopholes
that help them clear the thunderbolts
with a fraud and manipulation in the hole
releasing them from the barred bolts
with an ease and comfort never before heard or told.

Tags attitude., Poem, shame., Thought

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In A Steal

The pretty flower from yonder beckons
going to it in the fastest run
tripped on a small stone
fell down and broke the bone.

With the bruised leg and torn calf muscle
walked slowly brushing aside the tussle
went near the lovely flower
which went past my cheeks in a shower.

Then with a limp and a painful pull
turned back with loving feelings full
stretching the hurt leg on the sofa
reminisced the event with a guffaw.

The dainty flower likes me, I feel
as it kissed my cheeks with a feel
seem to caress me with a smothering feel
Oh! it has taken my heart in a steal.

Tags cheeks, flower, Love, Poem, steal

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Out Of The Track

A rabbit is munching a stalk
in front of the garden
turning upside down on the grass
it sped across the valley like a lark.

In came the gardener with a cutter
shaved all the grass in no time
making the ground almost bald and bare
he walked across to the other end in a flutter.

Then came the rains all of a sudden
drenching the land to the full.
where water flowed from this bank to that
as it came the rain retreated without a burden.

I am going too much out of the track in tune
first talked about the rabbit in tone
then reported the gardener’s act with a groan
finally the downpour allows a get away well-known.

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Dull And Dim

Dullness takes hold
with a strong fold
making me crapped
and totally trapped
brooding over
with eyes lower
tapping my forehead
walking in tread
stretching my arms
losing my charm
finally retiring to bed
as I have nothing to do instead.

Tags dim, dull, Poem

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The Invisible Hand.

All roads led to Rome
I went back home
having to do nothing much
sat down with a book
that talks of many things
that happened in the last decade.
A real story of the governance
where there was an invisible hand
clutching the man at the helm
allowing him not to act briskly
but putting him to untold torture
with that being the compulsion
the man who had to rule
dozed off in his powerful chair
winking now and then initially
then the frequency increased
as the fear grew fast in him
as such there being no administration
the country slowly leapt to bankruptcy.
Taken aback by such confessions
after a lapse of years
made me think and think
as how countries go to dogs
as how the citizens get swayed away
by the tantric of the powerful

Tags hand, invisible, Poem, Torture

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The Day And Night.

With the din and dust settling in
the day withdraws under the sea.
There being nothing more to thin
the city became closer to the lazy tree

The lights come out in yellow and white
making the city glow with illumination
the sound and music fill up the night
creating a noise of great denomination

Men and women gather in dining places
eating out with the family once in a way
spending much money on food of orient traces
allowing the children spend some time gay.

Returning home they go to bed
with the fortune spent on dining out
the man counting his shillings instead
the woman winding up in a fashion stout.

The night is almost half over
with dropping eyes they do sleep
thinking of nothing in the hang over
as the sun rises into a gentle peep.