Meenas PoemsThrough the skin
sweat percolates
as dew
Back and forth
movement is
proportionate.
Dehydration
initiates
invalidity.
A recovery
is seen
on the anvil.
Death stares
through
the hedge.
My clothes stick
soaked they are in sweat
an uneasy feel.
Throat stuck out
thirsty and desolate in all
an uneasy feel.
Eyes shed tears
irritated and red in all
an uneasy feel.
Skin becomes dry
withered and cracked in all
an uneasy feel.
Mind is dull
dizzy and desperate in all
an uneasy feel.
The smell of the soil
drove me to my patio
could see the wonderful
the clouds turned black
the breeze became cool
the sky looked dark
it was a different day
cool and pleasant
stood there fo long
until rains came
drop by drop they fell
picked up momentum
rained mildly
then heavily
It is a respite all the way
the sun was high all the day
the breeze hot as ever
the sweat poured in a shower
could not breathe with ease
nor could lie down in a please
the humidity was impressive
the uneasiness was vindictive
there came a rain unexpected
lasted for an hour with delight
brought a prospective wellness
solace from stuffiness
With the rains not coming
with the heat not going
there remains a lull all over.
The rains used to fall copiously
minimising the temperature considerably
releasing a sense of happiness all over.
The rains perhaps want to relax
and the heat wanting to punish
there exists an unpleasant comfort.
The take easy nature of rains
and the penalising attitude of the sun
have evaporated the earth of its moisture.
The parched land looks ugly
the sad faces appear desolate
depicting an anguish and agony.
Nature does play truant
once in a few years
teaching a lesson to man.
Man languishes in mirth
and diminishes in melancholy
never once trying to change.
Seasons do not change in flow
as the warming gets going in slow
seasons are static and sultry
boycotting the natural diplomacy 
with spring extending warmth mostly
then comes summer generating heat greatly
followed by autumn casting hotness nominally
ending up with winter showing stuffiness unnaturally.
With rains playing truant
with the sun shining high in a vivant
the place looks deserted and deviant
with no greenery and verdant
as the trees have dried and look scary
leaves have turned yellow and appear weary
people look exhausted and cheerless
sweltering in heat and helpless
perspiring greatly fuming and frothing
well, the global warming
has played the havoc greatly
making the fertile land a desert instantly
and a desert still worse immediately.
The evening was sultry and hot.
There was no breeze to cool out.
It was unpleasant all through.
While sitting heaving and puffing in the patio
Got calls from friends in a row.
Each one expressing a strain sad
Emphasizing the unkindness meted out.
The senior one wished to die
holding strongly destiny in her hands.
The other one cursed his siblings to a tragic death.
adorning himself in a prophetical garb.
The last one was in bad health.
Depression had taken its toll.
He had shed his snobbish pride,
Lo!looked demure and desolate,
The poor weakling wished nothing, cursed none,
He only longed for peace to return.
These added up to the heat around.
Making one to think and think aloud.
Finally found out that
Happiness is within ourselves
Not anywhere else.
It is a twinkle for months together,
It works for a specific time altogether,
Twinkle does it for 3 hours in the morn.
It recedes to a hole in the post morn.
Then it comes out in the afternoon.
Again for three hours it lights up in the noon
Back it goes down in the dusk.
Remains so almost in a husk.
Appears for an hour from thence.
Quickly disappears from shining hence.
Surfaces again for an hour-long.
Hides itself in pitch dark for little long.
Shoots up from nowhere all at once.
Will it sustain the switch offs in a sense?
What is it all about? you may wonder.
It might be Greek or Latin to you.
Well, that is what we endure everyday.
Switch ons and switch offs of electricity through the day
Make us wriggle in scorching heat
Affect the industrial output in a beat.
Lets the children study with candles lighted.
The administration goes about with mirth elated.
Do you want to know about the place,I am talking?
It is Tamilnadu, the southern state of India, in the awakening,
Nevertheless, they say India is shining incredibly! all the more.
I want to bring to light this failure of electricity to the world more and more
The mercury is rising high day by day,
Humidity sets in with great sigh,
Alas!air cons and fans struggle to cool the sphere,
Brought in by torrid warmth all through the rear.
Perspiration kindles a discomfort in bounds,
The body gets sweltered by the fiery hounds,
An unusual breathing stifles the heart,
As the phlegm in the lungs strikes an onslaught.
The persistent cough comes in quick succession,
With a bow-wow bronchitis eruptions,
The phlegm rolls up the throat like a ball
Knocking at the respiratory track in frequent calls.
The congestion strikes the vocal cord harshly,
The incessant cough nettles the laryngitis deeply,
A reddish tinge and an excruciating pain emanates,
As the patient is in a terrible turmoil stagnates
