Meenas Poems
Out in a stretch
there was a sketch
that was drawn so well
as it revealed a great tell.
It was a lively fetch
that was brought with outstretch
showing the greatness in the beat
that being so lovely and upbeat.
The picture looked beautiful in all
with scenes well designed in a call
it was an embellishment real and great
a source of amazement at a rate.
The exaltation knew no bounds
as it had gone on many rounds
with the mirth booming high
the excitement got caught in a tie.
There being a monument
built of pale 
red stones
standing magnificent
on the side of the road
looking beautiful .
Stopped by to have a look
the interior was fascinating
with a lovely embellishment
all on pillars and ceilings
a creative splendour .
The doors with adornments
intricate and pretty
the flooring shining and inlaid
with design art
made it even more attractive.
Any work of art
be it architecture or painting
they have an intimacy
that go to spin
a yarn of intensity.
Had been to a mountain
which had a fountain
that worked with colourful water
being not an artificial charter
being a natural delight
with no dealing slight
luxurious and wonderful
impressing the spectator to the full
set amidst the surroundings magnificent
with dense trees and verdant relevance
the fountain gushed out merrily
seemingly singing out a lyric cheerfully
an exuberance to be experienced
not easy to be expressed.
As I lay retrospective for long
the memory of my ancestor rushed along
she being an innocent lady beautiful
very pleasant mannered and wonderful
being tossed by destiny hapless
coming in the form of her daughter in law
who gave her no respect whatsoever
who taunted and teased her 
threw her out of the house with contempt
while the lady being dignified preempted
living a simple life in an ancient house
a way away from her family house
cooking all by herself till her death
doing her chores all by herself without any assistance
fearing to sleep in the night alone without attendance
she came to the house where her family lived
with her dinner in hand all well settled
slept peacefully in her own bedding
at the stroke of five in the morning
she walked back to her place of living
as years kept on running
she became bedridden and sick
being forced to stay in her family house without any pick
she lay unconscious for a few days never so in her long life
passed away calmly as she had lived breathing out
the daughter in law who shooed her off
got ill a few years after and was treated with a fuss
but had to die in a place outside her house
That be the greatness of destiny all said and done
whatever one wishes never works out even in fun
Living things beautiful or ugly
live together in a medley
none to be praised for beauty
none to be teased for ugly.
All do have a sail and an aim
Looks not matter in fame
Nothing to hate or blame
as it is all in the game.
Pretty ,they say she is.
Dainty and beautiful they call her.
Lovely and charming go their address
Everything is in the superlative.
She is the best and best of all
they continue their harangue.
They go about hailing her physique
and appearance in great terms
but a little away from it
there is no talk about her brains.
Does she have or doesn’t she ?
Perhaps it is beauty that overlaps her wit.
It might also as most say be
where beauty lies
brilliance walks out.
Eyes are beautiful.
The bigger they are
the more charming they look.
The wider they are
the more lovelier they appear.
The lengthier they are
the more attractive they seem.
The narrower they are.
the more finer they pose.
Eyes speak volumes.
The happier they are
the more blissful they look.
The sadder they look
the more tearful they appear.
The more anxious they are
the more resourceful they seem.
The more loving they are
the more graceful they pose.
Eyes are expressive.
Eyes reveal kindness in the go
by liberally sharing the largess with all.
They give out a sobriety in the run
by carefully intimating the danger to all.
They show a feeling of discrimination in the move
by sincerely pinpointing the good from the bad to all.
They light up when they see their loved one
by beckoning to him with a passionate invitation.
Creativity is beautiful.
Creating is beautiful.
Creating with ideas is beautiful.
Creating with taste is beautiful.
Creating is a choice beautiful.
Creativity is a gift beautiful.
Found in few with an eye for beautiful.
Devolving out of thoughts beautiful
Delineated in the work most beautiful.
Making the creation very beautiful.
Creativity goes a long way.
Creating treasures along the way.
That stand the test of times all the way.
Installing monuments in words and things in the way.
Bequeathing a lovely glory to the future across the way.
The soil is ever beautiful,
With sand colourful.
White is the colour of the beach sand.
Red forms the fertile sand.
Black takes up the alluvial sand.
Brown is attributed to river sand.
A large colourful hue is in the band.
Adding a ray of gold to the land.
Fixing a streak of silver to the land.
Enhancing the glow and the glitter of the land,
With fertility, fecundity and productivity all in a grand.
Oh! It is a lovely land!
Indeed it is an exciting land!
Unusually , today , I was in midst of bustling programmes. Mostly , my life style is most simple, hardly any outdoor chores, no domestic duties , just reading, writing with music on the background.
My domestic staff, who are with me for nearly a decade, took a holiday, to celebrate Pongal. The kitchen ,which was for some time away from my control ,had to be attended to, as I had to prepare breakfast, and the Pongal, with all the alibis relating to it.
I woke up early in he morning. Skipping my appointment with the newspapers, I dashed into the kitchen. I had to make a thorough study of everything there, as I had neglected it for long. Surveying the area , I was into the job. Cutting vegetables, preparing chutney and the soft idlis for breakfast, putting kolam in the Pooja , and in the courtyard, to keep Pongal. I was three in one. I was in the kitchen , in the court yard and attending the regular phone calls. Within two hours , everything was done. I arranged for the Pooja. My husband reminded me of the visit to the temple. I hopped into the car, and had a darshan of Goddess Meenakshi.
The pooja at home was over with much modesty. We had a sumptuous feast. It has come to a gala finish , I thought, but no the most hard pressed job was still awaiting , that of cleaning the vessels and clearing the mess.My heart sank, my knees gave a shooting pain, my body was too much exhausted.But still, I had to accomplish the chore. So did I.
I moved back to my reclining chair . I was about to doze off, when I got a message that two of my projects have been approved and I am into certain prospective clientele.
The reward was extremely satisfying and the physical exertion though lurking,had subsided to a tolerable level.
It was a beautiful day.
Meenas Poems 