Meenas PoemsThe mind is blowing
up and down
breaking the typical flowing
where the eyes frown
The heart is oscillating
to and fro
relatively very disturbing
while the head bows.
The body is aching
left and right
absolutely very nagging
as the legs remain straight.
The whole system is undergoing
a change and feel
exactly an antithesis in the moving
eliminating the steal
A house needs an active kitchen
catering to the members demands
all other things become subsidiary
as limousines and furnitures going behind
There being not a great necessity
holding big cars on the drive
and exquisite decorations inside
the kitchen takes a role on the move
with it being fully equipped
not the gadgets modern that go into
but also the utensils age-old that add
with the provisions of quality well stocked
along with the combustion getting on without break
as in countries like India there goes a scarcity
and stocking the fuel is an offence
maintaining the fuel through the burn
either be gas or electricity prudent
above all being efficient in cooking
adds to the validity and reference
as the household could rely on tasteful
and healthy cooking without any forgiving
as this would turn against the intention
redeeming the thought of going out for dining.
Say almost that the kitchen takes the heart of the house
with all means and by all things,
The joy of living
has been with all
it was not a casting
but a real costing
having been exerting
having been spending
having been straining
having been extracting
taking efforts to bring joy
while joy lies within you
within your heart
nowhere to seek
but without a penny
could bring happiness
all around you by
extending cordiality
soliciting friendship
endearing a grace
showing a poise
while a smile sweet
would bring a lot of treat
and a multitude of greets
as joy is in you.
If my heart lets me in
it is my mind that lets me out
so letting in and letting out
has been with me all throughout
never in all the most
never out at the most.
An intermediate between in and out
Well that has been ny life all out
with no significance tantamount.
The society in which we live
The people with whom we live.
The environment which keeps us.
The nature that leads us
raise demands small or big
Having to honour the demands
we have to make things work
by making up the mind
which at times refuses
to cajole the heart along
which puts forth the ups and downs
listening to both in need
and having to go with the creed
creates a gravity unable to hold.
It leads to a burst of emotions
and a barrage of controversies
rendering broken strings
To tie them up together need steps severe.
Learning everything by heart
she went to the exam with a whole heart.
As she entered the hall she felt a fear in her heart
But she had to sit for the exam poor heart.
She saw the question paper and her heart sank
as she had forgotten totally all in a blank.
She wrote nothing to be frank
and came out crying with a dying heart.
The mind is at loggerheads
most of the time it is so
wavering and oscillating
in a manner not known
every time in a new sway.
The question is how to go?
what to do next?
keeps on haunting the mind
which getting assaulted
all the time by the heart throbs
staggers in a most alarming manner
unable to take a decision and if at all it takes
it gets dissuaded by the heart’s queries.
Throwing the heart far way is the only way
to arrive at a conclusion and for progress.
But would it be possible to throw it away
as it is the vital organ for any living being.
With a smile at the knave’s indulgence trying to impart
it is not a throw literally
but setting it aside and then get along
A sure method to proceed.
Will you go ahead anyway??
Setting out aimlessly in the street.
saw a man roaming like me.
He was a little over ninety
and was talking and laughing
not with others but to himself.
Stopped a while to listen to him.
seeing that he had an audience in me
started his address gleefully.
“In the year 1920 there was a drought
followed by a famine and people died.”
Saying so he started crying miserably.
Unable to console him and feeling bad terribly
returned home with a heavy heart
The picture of the crying man
kept coming now and then from that day.
When the heart misses the rhythm
death unfolds.
When the engine misses the rhythm
death catches up.
When poetry misses the rhythm
it dies.
Everything ended up in a blank.
There was none to bank.
The heart sank.
All issues drew a blank.
Nothing was above rank.
The mind sank.
Most experiences pointed to blank.
They lay above the tank.
The emotions sank.
Part of life was blank.
It exceeded the clank.
The hope sank.
Little cries imposed a blank.
The weeps overwhelmed the crank.
Death sank.
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