Meenas PoemsHot , hotter and hottest
obsessed I with heat
day by day the heat increases
never does it go down
perspiration, sweat and fatigue
overcomes with a force
thirst, thirst unquenchable thirst
overwhelms in all
unable to appease it
with litres of water and juices
not able to venture out
unable to sit locked in the house
unbearable it becomes all the more
questionable to the sustenance?
how am I to endure the rest of summer
so hot and so cruel being against all norms.
The sunshine ever so bright
always scorching right
keeps one warm and humid
renders one meek and timid
not anything to do with character
all through depends on the weather
perspiration and fatigue are a deviant
drive one far away from the event
paralyse they 
to the core
never allows one to reach the fore
that be the destiny of us
who live in tropics in a buzz
where the population teems
the sound of life is in screams
yet we survive between the droughts
Well! it could be our stoicism stout.
A travel so far
a trip across the globe
half a round the hemisphere
from the east to the west
all in a twenty-four hour time
different zones and timings
a long sojourn in a place
upright and in a sit
with a sleep for a few
and a wake up for another
too exhaustive and extensive
a journey impressive in a way
with a feel of imagination
clad with love to see the son
who had moved away a decade ago
his two little children hold a sway
Well, an initiative that dispelled
the fatigue in a stroke
a difference with an excellence
that could be a most articulate
way of expression with full strength.
A glass of lemon juice in the morning
is both enlivening and reviving
added with sugar and a pinch of salt
clears the system from any fault
giving a fresh look and a grace
removing any fatigue seen in the face
that be the benefit of taking lemon 
juice
does it not sound like a lovely ruse?
Week
ends are for rest
They are to be enjoyed.
When does one enjoy?
With the week days in office
the Saturdays and Sundays
have more work than other days.
Cleaning the house thoroughly.
scrubbing and vacuuming
tending the garden
cooking delicacies
spending time laundering
shopping for the week
all throughout the two days
make the weekends stressful.
With children at home
there arises exceptional
care and monitoring
giving the mind and body
no amount of rest
which both badly need.
Come no weekends after the fifth day
the routine of getting up
and attending to work
gets along without interruptions
But come the break every fifth day
there emanates great toil
and greater drain with
greatest exertion and fatigue.
With that there arises
a clarion call
let us forego weekends.
Kate sat brooding on the porch.
It was not her usual put forth.
Her thought was always of growth.
At the moment her look was towards north.
Kate was moved to the most.
Her mind was totally lost.
Her thoughts were in a deep frost.
She sat silent like a ghost.
It is an obsession that has seized her.
Perhaps a setback that has defaced her.
Fatigue has overtaken her.
She looked haunted more so ever.
She has to take the thought out of mind.
She has to keep the discomfiture in the hind.
Nevertheless it is a mind-blowing bind.
The moment she forgets she would clinch a find.
Kate seemed to see reason behind it.
She rose up with a splendid hit.
She resolved to push the struggle to the down pit.
Now she would certainly clinch it.
Fatigue overtakes one at a time,
Exhaustion dissolves all in a mime,
Dissolution dissipates every cheer to a dime,
Pulling the mind away from the prime.
Running through the winding way,
Negotiating through the jerky turns all the way,
Neglecting the ups and downs in the fray,
I dashed head over heels in an exhaustive sway,
To find my treasure lost in the deep bay,
Did you get it ? you say,
I shake my head implying a “nay”,
What did you lose ? you bray,
My mind, my mind ,I crave.
Meenas Poems 