Meenas PoemsThey say dark is clandestine
it is they claim one of disdain
Whatever be its indemnity
all in its entity
assumes an apprehension
seems as a hallucination
discard not the darkness as frivolous
it is but vast and enormous
the darkness persists steadfastly
dissipating the clamour is beyond task
be it in the mind as abstract
be it in real as intact
dark holds a validity
could be that of any impunity
accept it with grace
it will pass off without a trace.
Apparently it was a hallucination,
It came from nowhere,
It sounded hideous,
It shook the equanimity,
It became silent for a moment,
Deadly quiet and sullen,
The silence bore a distraction,
It was fearsome,
A croaking noise emanated,
Cracking the nerves and muscles,
It was a desolate voice,
Coming from a deep source,
Screeching shrill and screaming,
Unravelling an abysmal shout,
Sealing the mind to a gory idiom,
Devastating the life in all shades,
Alas! it tore the self into a faceless efficacy.
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.
Meenas Poems 