Meenas PoemsWithin a day
all went away
it is in such a way
the ill -gotten wealth
disappears in the fray
the greedy hoards
diffuse in the sway
the self-conceited designs
fly from the rays.
the hurriedly piled stock
turns into hay
the evil thoughts
strikes back in a pray
such be the way
within a day 
That day is a Red Letter Day
important in a way
great in a stay
not easy to play
more difficult to replay
it came in a sway
nay not in a day
in an infinity as they say
all turned gay
to see the day
held
us in a bay
aptly called The Red Letter Day
it is a very tiring day
almost at home the full day
yet felt very tired in a way
the day is different anyway
with a lot of things in view
many more waiting in the queue
some more to be placed in lieu
others have to be looked for the due
those are the things in few
that makes me tired
and now I am fixed with glue.
it was a day of fortune
the events were in tune
the day dawned 
bright
the activities started right
a quick walk around
a stroll in the surround
a leisurely bath very soothing
and a quiet breakfast reviving
stream of phone calls in the line
not one but all in nine
one by one they disclose
desirable transactions in force
eyes light up with astonishment
iit is hard to believe, an amazemen
Well, the day has begun well
as my heart enlarges with a swell
Strange it would be
dark does caress and lift
a dark phase in life
could be a bad one
a dark man out there
need not be bad
the night is dark
hosts slumber in all
sleep is a big deal
great in general feel
could be told of light
the light bothers and strains
the fair man amongst us
will not be just and fair
the day is bright
beholds crimes many
work all day is fine
a little rest gives a shine
Well, that be the thoughts
light and dark alternate
making day and night
they definitely moderate
themes good and bad
they do not have inhibitions
they occupy the space
they are a fit challenge
one vying in a combat.
A marathon it was
travel so tedious as all that
a night on the other end
a morning in the mid way
dusk finds you at the farthest side
a real twenty-four hours so quick
a full turn around the world
never could you believe
have to wind the watch
not once but thrice
saw the dark stillness twice
all in a day it happened
being a fly back home.
The coolness in the surround
a precursor to a freeze in-depth
felt very much in the breeze
that is the phenomenon natural
but turns unbearably hot
the extremes take us with a beat
this is the formula for every deed
like the waves that flow high and low
the days turn dark and then glow
the moods swing up and down
men are quick to rise up and drown
the one becomes another soon
difficult to say anything for sure
whether it be a boon or a doom.
The day passes
with no trespasses
the weeks cross
with no flaws
the months fly
with nothing to try
the years roll
all in a whole
the life extends
with lot of distend
the life moves
under a secured roof
the life folds
finally nothing to hold.
The dull weather around
little sun and little warmth
very sultry at times
humid all through
calls for a walk around
Walk to the aisle
stand there for a moment
look across the garden
that seems duller still
leaves droop and grass dry.
Return to the patio
sit there with a book
peruse the pages
they appear dullest of all
push the book away .
Lie down on the bed
eyes stuck to the roof
a picture traverses the mind
very prosaic and uninteresting
slumber escapes in a way.
The dull I say
abounds and overwhelms
sadness descends slowly
know not why it happens?
an uneasiness prevails all day.
The day dawns
as the past day has gone
hope comes on.
Meenas Poems 