Meenas PoemsThe rice boiling
the vegetables steaming
the broth simmering
the clock chiming
the school bus honking
the child bathing
the mother running
the father reading
the Indian household
in the morning
a chaos for the female
a peace for the male 
The weeks keep going with days folding
the hours cling to each other in the sailing
the events crowding in a jumbled row
all gets forgotten in the feverish flow.
The episodes of the day require attention
with the chaos creating a commotion
there seems to be a deviation from the straight
much against the proposed installations of the right
Getting deep into the interventions
where there are unwanted associations
requires a handling with great focus
otherwise they would get you stranded in the nexus.
A withdrawal be the best on the spree
letting you to rest in peace and be free
an involvement would be a cyclic indulgence
calling for a periodical appraisal and appearance.
If all intend not to participate
the world would be a place of dissent
where the malicious would move ahead
leaving the righteous to trail behind.
The protests down the lane
shouting has become profane
objections are to be raised
need not become a pursuit.
An agitation there may be in form
could be silent and firm not in storm
requiring no chaos and dilemma
the gravity should be made to be felt.
The mere anger and cries there be
could no longer bring change in the alibi
working out on a pact that strikes
and knocks the doors of the programs.
Following it up in great punctuality
executing the design with balanced itinerary
leads to a classic destination of progress
ensuing a thrive and prosperity in the sojourn
A step taken
back or forward in the least.
would clear chaos.
A senseless attack kept her unperturbed.
It made others disturbed.
The basis of the barrage was manoeuvred.
It created a silence laboured.
A brutal character assassination left her undeterred.
It instilled an uneasiness deferred.
The fundamental diagnosis was uncivilised.
It designed a hypothetical thesis unsolicited.
A dishevelled verbal dialogue broke the concurrence.
She maintained a composed resilience.
The outbursts slowly dwindled to a weak subservience.
The chaos was none the less a misguided occurrence.
The peevish outcry was one of jealous insurgence.
There developed a gradual resurgence.
She smilingly endured the consequence.
She valiantly emerged a victor out of the turbulence.
He has developed a stigma strong to out beat,
Of getting disarranged and panicky,
By issuing quick commands and hurried tweets,
Then retreating to a long soliloquy.
It seems to be a motivation negative,
He walks up and down in a mood restless,
Infuriating every others in terms derogative
Indulging himself in a created chaos nevertheless.
It has been so, for forty long years,
Losing equanimity at the sight of guests,
Proposing an uneasiness loaded with fears,
Twined up to end looking for the best.
He, has been, all along reposing no confidence on others,
Professes to carry a heavy responsibility all alone,
Scrutinises in detail all from the covers,
But absolutely turns no stone.
Four decades of such precipitated movements,
Brings from the only onlooker a numbed reaction,
She goes about the way with her own temperament,
Conducting the whole episode in a colourful jubilation.
Seeing all through the lens,
I see confusion,
Viewing all through the glass,
I view trouble.
Perceiving all through the eyes,
I perceive disturbance.
Espying all through the magnifier,
I espy chaos.
The turbulence and turmoil are prevalent,
All over,
The peril and danger are experienced ,
All over,
The risk and ransom are found,
All over.
Economy is in the red,
As there is a collapse.
Administration is purely black,
As it is highly corrupt
Justice is absolutely yellow,
As it is jaundiced.
The welfare of the state is stagnant
It is an expression of dryness
The progress of the world is still,
It is an exhibition of vacuum,
The rebellion is in spate,
It is an exposition of anger.
There exists a uncertainty,
A tremor is let loose,
A fear is wriggling in,
An uncomfortable piquancy spreads,
Calling for an abrupt stalemate,
AS we trek into a new decade.
Meenas Poems 