Meenas Poems

It is turning a nightmare,
travel has become a tedium,
a morsel of food partaken
in an event, a restaurant
converts into an agitator,
acts uneven causing
an uneasiness beyond
tolerance.

Having been a lover
of home food, that being
more so on the ones
cooked self, an occasional
meal elsewhere did
not do much harm, managing
well within my capacity
I kept going without fuss.

The twist to the tale
found in the latest
being a week ago,
I find myself snuggled
in the bed, with high
temperature, cough,
and indigestion all
embracing me with
much love, I lie half beaten.

It has been a long week,
one of no work nor play
just lying in bed tossing
feeling delirious,

Never could I imagine
had been idle throughout
neither time governs
nor time introspects.

Most of the time
lay like a log, motionless
oblivious of the world
wane and exasperated.

I did come to life,
the household is neat
none to disturb or meddle
all in place, organized.

Then, is it I? who makes
the place messy, My setback
is part of the game. I realize.
No one is inevitable.

The staff behind the counter
dressed in black, nice and robust
walk in at 9, 10. 11.
8 am being the official time.

They do not take seat at once,
loiter for a few minutes,
smile at the applicants
that being one of contempt

They display an air of authority
as if they are heroes
recline on their seat greet each other
then start their work.

Speak to the applicants with disregard,
make them wait unnecessarily
place them in anxiety, they who
had been waiting from & in the morning.

Wicked they are with an awkward smile,
favouring those who give them kick backs
while those who come on their own
had to wait for hours and even days.

A simple approval turns complicated
Well, that is how it happens
when you live in an alien land.
it is always your Country– the best.

The racial prejudice
found in the West
spreads to the east
with the predominant
race showing supremacy.

The other races
brought by the British
to work in the plantations
and do business
stand left out.

A dismal attitude
prevails in government
offices, where the officials
disregard the races
with scorn .

The rulers ignore
the hard work of the races
humiliate them,
tease and sideline
the genuine inmates.

Governance has its eyes shut
while the officers keep no time
come and go. take intervals
whenever they like,
all belonging to the majority.

They turn corrupt
as they receive
a portion of the fees
collected by the agents,
neglect those who apply in person.

Put those who come direct
to hardships, make them
wait for hours while the
agents the same individuals
come again and again.

That is how the country
performs, with no order,
no cordiality, no system
only for the money
that transpires .

it is expected
nothing new
from the one
who lives a life
of deceit.

It is not a surprise
to see him in town
moving as though
with a purpose
busy and tied up.

He borrows, squanders,
speaks lies, cheats,
talks as though
he is genuine just
to evoke sympathy.

He is loyal to none
plays on their weakness
extracts whatever he can
walks off with that easily
a great going indeed.

Going through the cas sheets
filed over the years
find them of no value.

What is the conflict all about?
A fight for rights,
a tussle for a fair deal.

Going to the financials,
I realize a large amount
has gone to the solicitors.

The time spent is a decade
and more. A period of
no progression.

Sit back with a sigh,
I have been a part of this
all the while.

Well, being left with none
other,I bemoan my predicament.
Distress sets in.

My participation has made
me stronger,undaunted
I remain.

That being my reward,

Bearing the brunt
being not new,
I proceed with
lots of feelings.

I need no encomiums
at least a nod,
a kind of approval.
They are not for me.

The rudeness I face
at a cost of my labour
make me sad. I am hurt.
Wince at my plight.

The slogging I do
the analysis I evaluate
ensures a progress,
as far as I find.

They get me nowhere.
I become a pawn.
Slighted, humiliated
for all I have done,.

Resolve not to involve
could be from this day.
Nothing much in way
of deterioration.

Hope my resignation
will usher prosperity.

I keep wondering
all through as why
there is confrontation
in the world of human
as well as in the animal kingdom?
Could they not live in peace?

I go through an insightful
experience, placing
more or less on my own.
attributing to envy
to a larger extent. The other
major one being sustenance.

The lesser ones I see through
are love, competitions, greed
which reflect jealousy subtly.
Ensues combat, spite. contempt
in a span, so short, maximum
will stretch up to hundred years.

Siblings fight over property,
politicians over power,
martial conflicts rage
The ferocious animal kills
the docile for food. Terrorism,
shootings deliver devastation.

A kind of hard feeling,
a sensation of weakness
evolves, Discoveries, expeditions
being performed in myriad attempts.
Nothing is done to establish truce,
A rejuvenation has to take place.

.

I go for a walk every evening
a ploy to keep my legs active.

Mine being a strange case,
able to walk in ease for half an hour.

Peculiar, being unable to stand
for more than quarter an hour.

I look at myself with a keenness
nowhere did I examine myself so close.

Neither obese, being for sure,
nor slender being true .

I have been active all through my years,
never an athlete for certain.

Did learn dancing for quiet a number of years,
very regular in my classes, that being an exercise.

Did cycling till I got married, going around the house,
never a champion for that matter.

Then came the family with three kids
days were not enough to take care of them.

In the milieu lost twenty years or so
entered the middle age all too soon.

Perfect cooperation from my all
my faculties. They synchronize seamlessly.

As I enter my fifties I feel the bite
harsh it turns, with a break down of my right knee.

I manage somehow with home remedies, spray,
pain killers and physio therapy.

Nothing gives me a permanent cure,
I have to live with wobbling legs,

I make a point to walk well over 2 kilometers
dragging my legs, at times I experience sharp pain.

The practice gives me comfort to an extent,
relieve the stiffness and make the legs supple.

This month I miss a lot as rains compete with me
every evening they come with a big bang.

Walking has become a habit, like drinking hot tea
every morning after breakfast.

It is being challenged by nature.
Oh ! no, my knees appear to ache.

The dog next door
whines all day long.
The cry echoes sadness.
Terrible,

I peep through the wall
call the lady of the house
of the house. She is nowhere
to be seen.

The poor dog continues
his pining. Can he be hungry?
I throw a morsel of bread .
keeps away from the slice.

I do not know his name.
Try to console him, addressing
him as “Tiger”. He remains
stiff.

He goes on with his weeping
intermittent ‘with snarling.
it turns unbearable.
creates a dismay.

Unable to stand anymore
I drive out intending to return
in the evening. Could find no
other way out.

Where to go? I deliberate.
How am I going to spend
the whole day? I really
do not know.