hell – Meenas Poems

All in a nutshell

where everything was well

with the ringing of the bell

came there news with a tell

about a man who fell

straight into the deep well

while there rang the death knell

as the man lay in hell

struggling in pain with a quell

sobbing and weeping all throughout

when the help reached out

lay dead and still without doubt.

Ramblings

Credibility Counts February 26, 2021

Listing my requirementsI call my grocerwho records my messagedelivers the goodsat the doorstep. So does my tailorwho pays a visiteither to take ordersor deliver the sameat home. That could be said of thefamous Saree housewho send in the new arrivals,I decide, he then sends the billwith matching blouse material. Such is the way I go […]

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A Little Of Gardening February 25, 2021

The warm weather has set in being late February. trees shed their leaves. Krishna, my gardener sweeps the whole morning. He rests under the shade, stretching his body, fills the green wheel barrow with yellow leavesSweating, Krishna pushes the barrow to the backyard, heaps allows them to dry.Waters periodically.takes great care. The leaves rotturn dark, Kr […]

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Evolution or Devolution February 24, 2021

The euphoria about a house built by a rich man a decade ago, pictures highlight its grandeur, the floors 40 in all with three helipads, gardens, car parks, ball room, banquet kitchens, bedrooms, make one raise the eyebrows not out of awe anyway. It is his privacy, his wealth allows such extravaganzanot any of a concern to the ordinary who wants a roof over […]

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Passing Through The woods February 23, 2021

It is a way into the woodswhere silence seemsto be the onlyone seen and felt As I walk throughthe dense forestsI espy the huge treesnestled close allowing no lightto pass. They appearto hold each other firmlythrowing out a proximity which pronounces a bondageas if one will notlet down the otherwhatever be the outcome. The togetherness […]

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Nightmare February 22, 2021

Getting up at 2 in the morningbrooding over the day’s events. I sense a dull pain in the legs symptomatic of restless leg syndrome. Straighten and twist the leg that most hurts. At times let out a sob. An hour passes the clock strikes 3 and then 4, Listening to the tick tock I stare in the dark, Silence unfolds. o

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The Input And Output February 21, 2021

It is as thoughI am passing througha storm. I feel being ambushedthe winds and rainsconfine me . An experience I havenever undergone,a bit crucial. The heart poundsas the rains ragewith a vengeance. The shiver downthe adrenalineknocks me down like the hurricanedashing on thewindow panes. I sense an exasperation,a throw out, a deceitsomewhere behind, encompas […]

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It Is Called Life February 20, 2021

It is been a contradiction a meaningless one, just being with each other creates a frustration bringing a dissatisfaction. Tempers rise up with tempestuous acceleration books fly, cups dash on the wall,throwing tantrums at each other the couple swear not to see each other. Like the dew the controversy vanishes in the morning.The day dawns, off each goe […]

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It Is You February 19, 2021

an allegationslung at meevery day with anger. “It is always you”an accusationtargeted at meeach day with hatred ” it is because of you”a kind of admonitionholds me aghastall days. “The opportunitiesthat would have comehave fizzled outbecause of you”, he screams, is it me? really mewho owes responsibilityfor his debacle, as he quoths,both in transparent and [ […]

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Day In And Day Out February 18, 2021

the phrase hooks me.Right from school, where my teachers sighing used to say day in and day out we tried our best. That keeps ringing in my ears as does the school bellmanually operated by Krishna, the onewho was assigned to pull the long rope. Another synonymous delivery is that of the temple bell which strikes to the accompaniment of “Om, Om, ” , The soun […]

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Not Anymore February 17, 2021

The growing angerhooks me . Seethingat the atrocities, those ofwho wield their power. and at the ones whoshow off their wealth.practise inequality,nurture racism, blast at whoevercomes in front of me.unmindful of their statureand status. Let things go as destined,the placidity, I derivedfrom the mountainswhich stand aloft. sustaining, harsh winds,heavy rains […]

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