Meenas PoemsAnother day more
with the sun rise
and a sun set
work and sleep
intervened by happenings
could make you happy
would make yo unhappy
the day that was
the day that is
the day that would be
look more or less alike
but for the age
of you and of me
increases with a mark
a sag and a wrinkle
greying and a wobbling
as you walk towards the destination.
The deliberation is underway
with a series of interpretations
could be this and could be that
would work out such a way
would end up with a difference
all cram up and gush in sequence.
The designation is not right
a lot of instigations in sight
could have been this and been that
would deliver an opportunity
would end up with a difference
all go ahead not in a streamline.
The destination is far off
with a list of places intermediate
could be this and could be that
would intercept on the way
would end up with a difference
all cross the road in a deadline.
A straight road is ahead.
There seems no turns in the stead.
It is a long stretch ahead
Yes, go straight to the stead.
The way takes you straight.
Exposing nothing in the trait.
It is nothing but straight.
Everything else reflects the trait.
It is monotonous travel right.
Going steady without a flight.
Believe it is a certainty right.
Moving forward without a fight.
Surely, you would reach the destination late.
Nothing to press an acceleration in the slate.
Struggling you achieve the nominations very late.
It is a gradual but slow realization on the slate.
Realizing you get straight to your end.
Crossing the sea of life without a bend.
That is how you have to live up to the end.
Straight in stature without a single bend.
Denials are justifiable too.
They might call for a sue.
They might erupt a boo.
They are to be pronounced true.
Denying is not a crime as most think.
It becomes essential leading to a link.
It might be impromptu coming out in a wink.
Sometimes it ought to be as bold as one written in ink.
It might be hard to say ‘no’.
It might sound odd to refuse in a row.
It might force one to lift the brow.
Some feel it is unpleasant to say it even to a foe.
It has to be said at any cost.
As all good things would never last.
Many kind acts disappear fast.
It is only the pricks and thorns that holds out the mast.
Affirming every act and deed is away from practice.
Confirming every theory is never a treatise.
Condemning becomes almost an outcome of the novice.
A stout denial is the most sought out application in the indices.
Hence learn to say “no” with a justification.
This word never reflects dissatisfaction.
Instead it expresses a negative coordination.
Directing all to a prescribed destination.
Listening to the wind’s manifesto,
holding on to its gusto,
sailing along with its course,
beating its trail with a force,
the ship tossed in the rough seas.
Moving ahead across the rugged road,
struggling on with a smile broad,
enduring every hurdle with patience,
trying to out-beat the competition with a reference,
she treaded the desolate path all alone.
Braving the storm with diligence
shoved past the ship with an animated presence.
Pushing aside the obstacles with a determination
she raced towards the destination.
Hey you ! Will they reach their goal ?
It is a very long travel all the more,
Very far from home,
Too much different from home,
Bound by love and affection all the more.
Living under the same roof, all the way
Is nevertheless a strife all through the day,
Looking at each other all the time
Is an awesome bother most of the time.
It has been the way of life shortly,
Flying tempers break the monotony,
Shaking the basics of harmony,
Finally seeking shelter in shelves solitary.
It was drive clouded with hesitation,
It was a long flight across to the destination,
The tired mind encountered a warm reception,
Endowing a resourceful inspiration
It was pure affection and love,
Emanating from a son beloved,
Brought up as a precious jewel all above
Stands exposed to the vagaries of time in the strove
Nudging close to me he learnt alphabets,
Lying on my lap he counted numbers to a test
Numeric got their value in their best,
Letters put together rocked in their crest.
He grew in my shadow,
Letters pushed the numbers below,
Writing overtook counting in the flow
Creating a “Man Of Letters” in a full glow.
His writing took its wings,
Away he flew from me
To places far beyond the shores in swings
Bringing laurels to him and pride to me all the more.
Rising up in stature he remains fair,
His nest got enlarged in the fare,
A dedicated wife to take care ,
A quick-witted daughter to share.
Enjoyed every moment of my sojourn,
An unknown place became known,
A biting cold took a bearable tone ,
Well! Love gets enthroned in an exclusive zone.
Cats are known for stealth,
In silence they execute,
Without any sign of threat,
They undertake a looting,
As much as in a hush.
Fox exhibit slyness,
In quietness they introduce,
With little idea of doubt,
Enacting a tricky adventure,
More so in a discreet try.
Stealth and sly are like two eyes,
The one finds a subdued sight,
While the other notes a confused scene,
Both lead to an undisciplined sphere,
Rendering a farcical furtive destination.
Stealthy sly is a risk pernicious,
Revealing a scare of great magnitude,
Hurting the vulnerable with a strong blow,
Mostly men commit such harm in talk and speech,
As we all know words are more pricking than thorns.
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