Meenas PoemsLeave it off
he said with a scoff
then gave a laugh
as noisy as a doff.
She sat there long
with a stare all along
humming a song
she looked not strong.
With an empty look
seemed like an empty book
stayed with a hook
confined to a nook.
She talked to herself gently
tears ran down slowly
could forget nothing easily
she whimpered inconsol
ably
Empty be the mind
with no thoughts whatsoever
the eyes blinking with no feel
the ears listening to nothing
the whole system unaware
the happenings go unseen
that be the crisis one undergoes
when the mind gets stuck
paralyzing the whole
stifling the entire
sinking to depths
There be a man
who talks irrelevance
thinks he speaks relevance.
He has practised this cult for long 
speaking unnecessary
at the most unwanted time.
He talks about religion
while he could not spell
the very word.
He is a not in-depth
be that anything
talk or act.
He talks all the time
all the way to all people.
irrespective of anybody listening.
That be his genre
a not so matured in mind
not understands the essence.
Having lived so long
he feels he is great
but has become a laughing-stock.
People giggle and sneer at him
saying he is another god-man dubious
clad in robes plain.
With little brains
and big talk
With little thought
and big word
With little understanding
and big nod
he goes ahead.
Thinking too much
whence he knows nothing.
Acting too great
whence he behaves silly.
Speaking too high
whence he is empty headed
he crosses over.
That be he
who feels he is a genius
and a scholar
gregariously chattering
with gesticulations funny
and speech incoherent
he lives as such.
That being he
with a slant perception
and a scant discretion
making mountains of mole hill
creating a sensation piquant.
living with a feigned glow.
That is he
the man who you all know
who crosses the road
who takes the seat next to you
and who smiles at you with familiarity
and who jumps high in vain
who lives with halo around
.
Waking up in the midnight
got up with a start right
memories kept flooding in
of times when my sons were in.
Their voice calling “mama”kept ringing.
Unknowingly went walking
to their rooms in search of them.
Unlocking ran in to see them.
None was there to greet me
Only the empty beds stared at me.
Just ran my fingers through their bed
held their pillows to the bosom with eyes red.
They live in countries across the continents.
Each one away from the other in a land distant.
Talking and seeing in Skype in an instant.
Well that is how it has been destined.
Brushing aside the tears with trembling hands
made my way back to my room in a tottering stand
slowly slipped on my bed completely devastated
straining to close my eyelids to a complete rest.
Have you seen a man with a jabbering tongue?
Nay, you have not seen him so long,
Well,I would give a wordy glimpse of him in my song.
Call him what you will,
I prefer to name him Bill,
As it is easy to fill
Bill, talks incessantly in bits and pieces,
I prefer to term it broken releases,
As in them expression ceases.
Bill speaks about God and philosophy
I prefer to dub it as a torturing apostrophe,
As they tend to initiate a brain catastrophe.
Bill rallies about sports too,
I prefer to seal it as a bore too,
As it carries no activity too.
Bill rakes slanders often,
I prefer to check it in tens,
As it spreads ignominy in ton.
Bill is nosy about his kith and kin,
I prefer to draft him as an empty din.
As his prying could be thrown into
a trash bin.
Lastly, Bill forgets about himself,
I prefer to attribute it to his bare upper shelf,
As he appears like a spineless man to myself.
,
The wrong side of fifties is taking its toll,
Once a gentle walk is now a tottering fall
Once a strong determination is now a frailty,
Once a powerful memory is now a forgetful folly,
Once a force to reckon is now a powerless weakling,
Once a reservoir of ideas is now an empty lurking,
Once a cynosure of all eyes is now an eyesore,
Once an affable synergy is now a tough bore,
Years role out in spectacular speed,
Stealing the lovely charm indeed !
Extravagance in behaviour is commonly known .
Exaggeration in speech is freely borne,
Much ado about nothing is explicitly shown
Building castles in the air is mostly blown,
Emphasises the fallacy of rattling in a possible zone.
.
Heard an incessant talk of a friend in earnest,
He did addition , multiplication as though in a test,
Beaming with pride after valuing his assets best,
Holding his head high starts his soliloquy in fine fest,
As though there are none to overtake him lest.
His mind is full off empty jibes frivolous
His thoughts bear bare ideas nefarious,
His wealth shows a glittering malicious,
His prosperity confines to his close nexus,
It spreads not to any other act gracious.
Haughty he be in his interaction,
Cold he be in his presentation,
Unfair he be in his distribution
Callous he be in his perception,
Oh! My friend ,I pity your distraction.
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