Meenas Poems
The days go in a jump with an aplomb
a month has gone in no time
eleven more months to go in the from
what is the speed ? say it in a chime
I deliberate as of now and as always
could be more in a way
could be less on days
I assess with no perfection
yet the days roll so fast
the present becomes past
a lively progress of life
one to another seamlessly
nice to participate joyfully
as a run and a skip
could give the best quip.
It is a different day
that too of all the days
could be today
might be yesterday
a day before yesterday
a day after of all days
as I feel all days
assign to varied ways
they pass with a grace
each one has no trace
they seem to phase
come and strike the face
well, that is how it is in a chase
forces everyone to race
keeps them mostly in a daze
while the nights are in a haze
the sun rises with its bright rays
more or less it happens in all places.
Days are nice
when they are warm
comfortable. and calm.
Days are nice
when they are cold
sleepy in a fold.
Days are nice
when they are sultry
humid and dreary.
Days are nice
when they are windy
airy and breezy.
Days are nice
when they are rainy
wet and marshy.
Days are nice
when they are still
sullen and sombre
it is very nice
days are always
alive in a way.
The significance of the day
takes me away
every day has an importance
with many attributes intense
One day they say is ashtami
not for actions in glee
another is navami
not bad in the see
so many mi’s come
sapthami, thasami a welcome
the full moon day is auspicious
so is the new moon day in spacious
so go the days through the month
give us an information in strength.
it is been long ago
at a time when I was little
when people did not talk about ego
strong they were not brittle
Self-contained they were
ambitious to a degree normal
took very great care
remained friendly and formal
could find no vanity
not even a slight trace
held them in a way dainty
gossiped they with no chase
spoke not ill of others
genial and cordial to all
moved like own brothers
responded to each other’s call
they were angels in human form
always gentle and calm 
It is a few days back
I opened up a sack
saw something black
kept it on the rack
forgot about it in a slack.
Got to remember it by chance
saw it in a glance
d*mn, lost the balance
the feet gave out in a dance
fell head over heels in a trance
The days go by
while I stay
in a land far away
I go by their way
first with a nay
then with a say
Well! it is a stray
from my normal play.
Yet, I adhere to it in a gay
that be the spirit of my day
Oh! it is my earnest pray
wish to stay so always.
A day for all things
be it for lovers
for mothers ,for teachers
for fathers, for all souls
for all saints ,for all I know not
has been the latest trend
that flows throw the bend
a card is invariably 
sent
with that the day is forgotten
a token of remembrance is what you say
to me it is an expense at bay
frolicking and thanksgiving should come
not from the lips but from the heart
a true way to remember in silence.
The days among the dead are past
the days have gone fast
nothing would ever last
as everything has been cast
long before they arrived
that is how we derive
the inference in a strive/
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.
Meenas Poems 