Meenas PoemsHer face has a distinct form
not like a pear in the norm
an oval shape in perfect form
two big eyes well placed
with expressions not dazed
a kindness pops out unfazed
a nose of mighty sharp
nothing that of a prop
long and aquiline on top
the lips so thin and curved
look they like a painted nerve
has a chin effective and pleasant
not long or pointed in a pretend
the cheeks did glow with a pink
a robust cheer to espy in a wink
that be the girl I saw on my way
a beauty that took me by sway.
It is a surprise
pleasant be it twice
an unknown face
seen in the first phase
offered to let us in
unmindful of the pin
without the least introduction
made us feel at home an action
noble and beyond comprehension
gave not any luxurious enchants
only the necessity without rant
extended with warmth and cordiality
that be the case of great derivative
strong one of sustenance in all
a loving display of greatness without brawl
He smiles at others
words fall like feathers
kind to his chosen friends
elegant in a trend
has two faces in all
the other one is a drawl
frowns at his wife
words stab like a knife
callous to selected kin
shouts and creates a din
he lives thus all through
his deal is without a clue.
A calm wind
flew through from the hind
in an engulf
The pleasure experienced
was beyond any feel described
a comfort 
non pareil.
The wind blows
with the rustle and bustle
at times gentle 
bringing cheer
realising great cheer and hope
at times fierce raising a disaster
releasing great fear and harm
there being two sides for everything
a good and bad
the head and tails in the coin
which represents the best
which stands for worst
we know not in full strength.
The face have two sides
one reflecting the genial
the other depicting the devil.
Well, that be the reason for all
having two sides in all
one for you and one for me
so goes the expression
with a plausibility and impossibility
with a shine and a fade
that be the facets we perceive
being a regular strand of life.
The roads I take are highways
long and straight with no face.
It is drive, a drive to the end
faster and safer without bends.
Paying tolls at every town’s entry
passing through the tolls sentry
reaching the destination well ahead
as we not drive but fly instead.
All being well with great advance
there is most missing the chance
no lively being crosses the way
nothing interrupts the fray
as buildings and houses seen in roads
with hoardings and huge 
signboards
lending a touch of reality and recognition
a sight-seeing like activity without friction.
The hurry which is involved in the driving
makes one despise the very act of travelling
The monotony that gets in the run
robs the feeling of pleasure and fun
Driving straight through the highway
noticing only cars that go in the same way
tends to be stressful and exhausting
Well, I feel that the older way is most interesting.
Taking everything for the face value
has been his habit for long
Believed in everything that was said
You might call him a knave
but truly he is an intellect.
You might dub him an imbecile
but really he is docile still creditable..
You might accord him a degradation
but in reality you should give him a promotion.
He is a believer in truth
and feels everyone talks truth nothing else
while here everyone talks everything
other than truth in leaps and bounds.
Being a staunch believer and rigorous follower of principles
he is finding it hard to comprehend the worldly words.
So he takes up everything for their face value.
A true man living amidst fakes and liars.
Restoring old things is the typical go.
Creativity and originality should contribute to the flow.
Mending and refurbishing it to the erstwhile glow
should be the motto.
Things could be restored to norm
careful execution would prevent any harm..
Skilful craftmanship would bring the charm.
The design should be an adorn.
Looks nowadays could regain grace.
Techniques one by one add up to the race.
Wrinkles and lines that mar the face
are removed with laser base.
As all things get a face lift
relationship does not enjoy this gift
as once broken link refuses to benefit
from these regaining titbits.
It was a beautiful red flower in full bloom.
It was a pleasing red .
It was a lovely red.
It was a cheerful red.
It was not angry red.
It was not fiercely red.
It was not dangerously red.
It beckoned with a grace.
It reckoned with a poise.
It depicted a welcome choice.
It portrayed a smiling face.
The red flower’s charm lasted a day.
The red colour faded the next day.
The next morn it drooped down dead on the ground grey.
Mind you it is another day,
Not different from any day,
Mind you it is a usual wake up,
Not very different from other get ups.
Mind you it is going about the normal way,
Buying grocery at the sub way,
Holding a while in the mad traffic,
Exhausting the energy quick.
Mind you it is another page of your life,
Quickly turned reflecting the hurried strife,
It is a fresh leaf out in the lease,
Cautiously straightened for a release.
Mind you age rolls out in brisk speed,
Withering the face to a wrinkled seed,
Customs break the beauty to an antique calm,
Sagging muscles detonate the exuding charm.
Mind you life flows on like a river,
Years move on in a quiver,
Bringing cheer and sadness together,
Well, that is how another day gathers.
