Meenas PoemsIt is greatness
being one of a magnanimous
circumspection of sense.
It is ideal
being one of a noble
a large heart.
It is beautiful
being one of a loveliness
a good turn.
All be said
as being of a divine
an ecstatic exhilaration.
Rhythm in music
renders a feel of great
beyond any rate.
Cadence in music
releases a sensation of great
beyond any rate.
Said of music
a divine grace of great
beyond any rate.
Listening to music in all
could be the same one in call
lends an ecstasy in full
none other forces a pull
music being that of a legendary
or even the one at entry
reverberates and echoes
tranquility descends in the course
the niceties flow through in a sail
lingers and spreads softly never in a frail
an experience in itself all too divine
a feel beyond the regular great in line.
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Worship is voluntary or involuntary.
A curious thought sets in involuntarily.
Reverence is the basis for worship truly.
Fear is a part of the fundamental undoubtedly.
Worshipping God has become a ritual.
Praying has turned to be beneficial.
Pleading for mercy is sacramental
Worship includes a ceremony artificial.
Worshipping Man has taken lively coordination.
Going after the wealthy is a fashionable attraction.
Running behind the powerful is a feverish aspiration.
Hero worshipping comprises a scenario of destruction.
Respect should come naturally from within.
Force should not surface across the skin.
Nor tear it with an incisive spin.
Worship leaves a volume of actions to begin.
Pilgrimage to holy places is one of the ways.
Offerings to God is another way.
Conducting ceremonies is an expensive way.
Appeasing God has become everyone’s way.
Fear of the future wields a sway grave
Finance assumes a close shave.
Illness consumes the heart of the brave.
Driving every other to a tumultuous rave.
Resorting to worship is the easiest design.
Diamonds,gold silver add to the shine.
People flock to the shrine.
Hoping to convert their suffering to gain.
Worshipping in itself is divine.
If it for a cause it is but vain.
It is truth that holds the reign.
Eventually truth would always remain.
It is a likelihood of proximity.
Might be a fallacy of divinity.
Calling for an immediate spontaneity.
Preceded by a tantalising agitation.
Followed by a vigorous affectation.
Spurred by a disoriented infusion.
The eyes wink in a speedy flutter.
The lips move in a strange clatter.
Words surge in and out in fine chatter.
The crowd throngs in a feverish momentum.
Eager to listen to the frenzied dictum.
Holding their breath they await the referendum.
Gradually the letters decipher into an ultimatum.
The words are strung to form a verbatim.
The wordy garland carries a prediction of events.
It is impregnate with a content.
The belief is beyond admission.
Well, it is an individual decision.
Going by it is a blind faith.
It is obviously a myth.
Yet, it has an arterial appeal.
It penetrates through the circulation.
Insinuating a deep perpetuation.
They conjoin
the mind and body in integration.
It is an experience thrilling, no doubt
Yet, it lacks an authenticity in stout.
The illumination was dazzling,
Rather it was sparkling,
The brightness was blinding
Rather it was glaring,
The radiance was extolling,
Cause it was a celestial lightning.
The smile was benign,
Rather it was charming,
The gesture was upbeat,
Rather it was signifying,
The cheer was gracious,
Cause it was divinely dignifying.
The delight was lovely,
Rather it was effacing,
The sequence was beautiful,
Rather it was refreshing,
The exhilaration was hypnotizing,
Cause it was a heavenly hallucination.
The glitter is a see through radiance,
The smile is a 
lilting radiance,
The delight is an abstract radiance,
All surpassing the diamond radiance,
Inspiring an enthusiastic contentment.
A temple far away from the crowd,
Very much away from the bustle,
Much ahead of our times,
Nestles in a serene village,
Surrounded by paddy fields,
Green to the utmost,
Quiet to the foremost,
Celestial to the uppermost,
Divine and distinct to note,
Delicate and exclusive to admire,
Embellished by simplicity,
Adorned by faith,
Decorated by piety,
The lords reside in royalty,
Expressing a warm sunny smile,
Exuding a benign spirituality,
Endorsing a fine tranquillity,
Enlivening the devotees with charm,
Enthralling them with ecstasy,
Inspiring them to revel,
Inducing them to celebrate ,
Instilling in them a feeling,
Of love and affection,
Of kindness and compassion,
Thus 
unifying them with infinity.
It is an ancient city full of life,
It never sleeps all night,
It rises with an unassuming humility ,
And sets in with revered simplicity,
Bereft of pretensions and detentions
Which necessitates no retention
It puts on a trait of modesty,
Gathers no ill talk or foul thought,
While it sustains with resolute faith and determination
Leads an austere and no frill life,
Marked not by coquettishness and affectation,
My home town believes in values and morals,
By Distinguishing real from fake,
By discriminating fact and fiction,
It may seemingly appear as a laid back city,
With no huge and gaudy shopping malls,
With no glittering entertainment theatres,
With no theme parks and play centres,
But with lot of temples in and around,
Singing the praise of God with innate ardour,
Chanting the mantras and slokas with fervour,
Chiming the gigantic bells with religious frenzy,
Taking the Gods and Goddesses in a procession,
All around the main streets of the town,
Yes ! this is a city of temples,
Where there dwells sanity and sanctity,
Where there remains truth and sincerity,
Which is very much still soaked in divinity ,
Cherishing the noble ideals and ethics
While getting entranced in the holy gaiety.
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