Meenas PoemsThe words come up in closed circuit
giving them a charged wit
as they come one by one
they brighten up the writer
making him work wonders
his thoughts queue up
as they get clothed one by one
they dress up beautifully
lining up before the craftsman
exhibiting a dainty pattern
that meets the eye
and lifts the heart.
Fancies hold us much and great
let them be imagination in a rate
‘ let them be poetic in subjectiveness
let them be music in objectiveness
they bind us to an extent all the way
that we get swayed away
losing our self in their exuberance
forgetting that is around in relevance
immersing the self in those fancies
forgetting ourselves in their nuances
not remembering our duties at all
becoming one with them in all
such be the role of fanciful inclinations
and that being the distinction
that makes one excel in his pursuits
claim fame in his fancies and conduits
be that a gift unknowing and blessed 
allowing one to stand out from the crowd.
It is a fancy number
adding up becomes nine.
It is a fancy colour
mixing up turns yellow in time.
it is a fancy show
displaying a variety in the stage.
It is a fancy thought
catching up everyone’s imagination.
It is a fancy thing
exposing a delightful attraction.
It is the fnciest fancy
that keeps one’s fancy in a prime.
Meenas Poems 