Meenas PoemsWho we are?
What we are?
Little do we know.
How we live?
Why we believe?
Little do we know?
What we speak?
How we sneak?
Little do we know?
How much we feel?
What much we deal?
Little do we know?
What much we cross?
How much we engross?
Little do we know.
How to compass?
When to pass?
Little do we know.
How to navigate?
When to negotiate?
Little do we know.
Floating along the tide.
Flying above the hide.
What little do we know?
Controversies foreshadow truth.
Arguments destroy facts.
Criticisms scatter hostility.
Contentions eject apprehension.
Such was a lawyer’s argument in a court.
Lawyers get paid by their clients.
So they indulge in making distortions of ethics.
They convert cold lies into hot factual.
They sell their integrity for money.
They have to engage in such determinate proxies to keep their hearth burning.
There are few counsels ,who honour their profession by not accepting such dubious cases.
As all good things could be numbered, this breed of advocates are only meagre.
A lawyer ,whom I know , values money more than his profession.
He takes up the side which has powers , knowingly or unknowingly posted on them by their fathers.
The particular clan crackles law, stumps truth, bowls ingenuity .
To protect them ,they reach out to our lawyer, who responds to their call with great enthusiasm
The lawyer on topic , has forsaken not only his profession, but also his conscience.
Instead of advising them to work on meritorious execution, fuels their venom with his indiscreet talk.
By fanning their greed, he gains.
Th e monetary sphere claims superiority that the matter enters the court.
Unnecessary defects do occur , spoiling the sport .
The tranquillity expires due to such deceits .
The stimulus package relieved the sinking companies from failure.
A good proportion of the tax payers money comprised the bail out.
The economy slightly deviated from the fall to look north.
The strain experienced during this refreshing period was hectic.
The turmoil felt while undergoing the convalescence was a discouraging redundancy.
But before the tears could dry up, there happens an unexpected distraction .
It is that of disbursement of bonus to the executives of the companies which have utilised the aid by the way of stimulus.
Barack Obama has expressed his displeasure about this issues.
Discarding the governments warning,bonus has been liberally distributed.
Obama has to condone this inclination.
He has to take action.
Mere words would not create a sensation.
The prime duty of the administration is to check this shell out .
Rehearsals imply a strict control .
Discipline ,sometimes ,are overwhelmingly enlarged which destroy eloquence.
Practice makes things perfect.
The staging propounds a success.
But rehearsals do actually stub the spontaneity.
An extempore attempt is thrilling .
The excitement is beautiful.
The presentation has a full-fledged flow.
A spontaneous expression requires an alert mind ,a distinct thought and a deft usage of the language.
The mastery over the language is a skill not many can meet.
Perpetuating thoughts, coherent speech or action, whatever it might be, the neat progress of catchments, felicitous expression underlined by fertile imagination develops a concurrence that could never be achieved in a rehearsed depiction.
The practice , of course ,manifests a rigorous training and a regular tutelage.
The creativity is in full bloom during the at once portrayal.
Wordsworth alls Poetry as a spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings.
So ,art is the intense presentation of fine experience .This hypothesis is applicable to each fine art, whether it be painting, music , dance, or writing .
Poetry is the finest form of creativity, that which holds the reader in absolute rapture .
Poesy fills the mind with eternal happiness .
Sitting among clusters,
Lying in gutters,
Waiting in chaos
I hear the rivulet sing.
Looking at the fret,
Feeling the threat,
Standing beyond reach,
I hear the rivulet sing.
Pursuing the elusive,
Resting on the conclusive,
Working with grit,
I hear the rivulet sing.
Carousing in melody
Stumbling on rhapsody,
Experiencing the infinity,
I hear the rivulet sing.
Sing thou rivulet,
Pass thou rivulet,
Clamber thou rivulet,
I hear you always.
Getting into the dark,
emnates fear,
Ambushed in a trap,
emulates jeer
Pushed into a depth,
evolves trial
Lapsed into a fault,
edits denial
Lulled into an onslaught,
eludes hope
Mangled into a bony pack
ejects cope,
Thus,
A tightened ring,
An entwined string,
A fastened grip,
A straightened sling,
Entices a feeble cry.
The nerve centre of world politics, the busy hub of world’s business, the central market of World’s commodities, the reigning supremo of the world, Washington is slowly fading into oblivion.
The sun never sets in the British empire was once a proud broadcast of the Englishman.The omnipotency of Washington, well over the decades , is the haughty superciliously of the American.
The sun had set in the British empire during the mid twentieth century.
The omniscient Washington dynamism is being gradually depleted into a non-existence during the twenty-first century.
For every beginning there is an end.
For each opening there would be a closure.
So much so, the Western domination is succumbing to its authority which is generally inauthentic, particularly unwarranted.
The dollar has seen an unfathomable fall.
Its credibility is a big question mark.
The American impudence has led to a down turn.,which comprises of a great economic depression.
The defaults are too many. By enumerating the main slips we get an offer of a cautious ensemble to the readers.
The lack of saving has brought in a reprimanded situation.
The overspending attitude has implied a discouraging bizarre
The involvement in the Afghan war at the moment, the unnecessary intervention in the Vietnam turmoil earlier has forced a derogatory dimension on the financial anathema
The Washingtonian pride and prejudice have implicated a dilemma worldwide.
The diabolic deliberations, the distant digressions, the distinct deviations by the Washington headquarters have presented a seismic diffidence and a deforming dénouement.
The charm of Washington has evaporated.
The dense Washingtonian essence has diluted to a thin liquid of non transparent muddle.
The magic of Washington has disappeared into a thin filament of dusty air.
Lightly goes the ring,
Lightly falls the rain,
Lightly bounces the ball,
Lightly sounds the call,
Lightly follows the basic,
Lightly resonates the music,
Lightly tiptoes the buckle
Lightly tries the suckle,
Lightly directs the compass,
Lightly discerns the trespass,
Lightly dawns the sun,
Lightly renders the fun,
Lightly shines the moon,
Lightly shrugs the drone,
Lightly basks in glory,
Lightly relies on story,
Lightly causes a ripple,
Lightly kindles a triple,
Lightly ,Lightly goes the word
Lightly ,Lightly sings the bard.
Anecdotes make up a story.
Incidents formulate a fiction.
Qualities eke out a character.
An interlude of greedy manipulation unfolds the basic integrity of a Man.
The man ,whom I like to cite, is a wee higher than a barbarian.
He has very less formal education.
He is a village product.
He possesses no etiquette.
He has inherited a wealth from his ancestors ,which keeps him going.
Rip him off his wealth, he becomes an incorrigible rascal.
To crown up his notoriety, he recently indulged in a petty feud with his kinsman.
The relative had borrowed money from his brother, a decade back. Now ,the
brothers have fallen apart.
Knowingly or unknowingly , the kinsman returned a part o the money to the illiterate hero.
The brother, who had actually lent money warned the relative not to pay the money to the hero.
Ignoring the real lender, the borrower continued to pay the money to the other.
The Man accepted the payment, fully knowing that it does not belong to him.
A few months after , the kinsman referred his account books.
Alas! the truth dawned on him.
He ,at once rushed to the hero ,explained the matter ,and asked his money back.
The greedy Man refused .
The kinsman approached through a common friend also, but the Man did not budge.
The kinsman and his wife got infuriated and cursed the Man to the core, invoking God’s wrath on the Man.
The undeterred cheat remains silent, unaffected by the fuming and fretting of the Kinsman’s clan, and unperturbed by the slander that encircles him.
He wants money,money – nothing else.
What a Man he is?
What sort of brought up?
What kind of integrity?
What a fraud?
It is an outright sale of scruples for currency.
Wherever you go,
To North ,
To South,
To East ,
To West,
Direct you to bickering.
Wherever you sail,
In the Ocean,
In the river,
In the stream.
Embarks on bickering.
Wherever you fly,
In Boeing,
In Jets,
In planes,
In helicopters,
Lands on bickering.
Living amidst tirades,
Breathing amongst stench
Moving around filth
Resting on defunct,
Implants bickering.
Bickering all through,
Bickering all the way,
Bickering all the time,
Bickering all the mode.
Bickering all the frame.
They deign inordinate,
They design irreverence,
They decipher incorrigible,
They develop irrationality
They discuss vandalism.
Eschew the petty,
Discard the squabble,
Eradicate bad temper,
Erase snobbish fuss,
It is a way to glory
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