Meenas Poems
Happened to see a house
went round it in a browse.
It being charming and fine
with a sparkling shine
chiselled in architectural line
with an eye on minute strains
and a touch on choosy designs
massive it was not in size
beautiful it appeared to the eyes
with things on places right
and display in phases bright
setting a tone of illustration
creating a theme of depiction
more or less a portraiture
done with cement in a feature
coercing a feeling of enchantment
with an impact of fulfillment.
A house
atop the mountain
stands alone looking
as if it is nearer to the sky
with stars and clouds
as its neighbours
which remain friendly
despite defaults
unlike human
who pick up quarrel
at every single fault.
House becomes home
with happiness and sadness making
all at home.
House is home
with intimacy and comfort together
home sweet home.
The house big
with rooms, halls and balconies
tumbles when divided. 
With a sweat on the brow
and a frown on the forehead
twitching the nose
and with the pout on the lips
straining the neck
and walking with a twist
a figure entered the portals
In a shrill cracking voice
raising it high
tempers getting crossed
yelled loud
gesturing with anger
made faces
enacted a melodrama
and walked out of the gate.
Why did she come?
What did she want to tell?
Knowing not the reason
of her anger
Unknowing the cause
for her entry.
I walked into the house.
A spacious house it would be
if designed with an eye on an alibi
of halls opening into corridors
of long passages with massive doors
in turn letting to a vivid grass
where long stretch of rose beds cross
rooms with windows on opposite sides
promoting ventilation without any slide
holding furnitures of teak and rosewood
decked with inlays of mother of pearl in a brood
While the doors execute a chaste reference
the windows induct a brisk inference.
as the walls stand out with murals
of value and tradition describing the medieval
fittings of light exude a warmth and rectitude
adding up the grace and glory with a beautiful. attitude.
Chaotic is not the word to describe.
Pandemonium is the right word to ascribe.
The house always echoes the vibe.
It is far away from the petty jibe.
The lovely house denotes order and shine.
It is an epitome of all things fine.
Be it the cleanliness which is in nine.
As well as its decorum which is above the line.
It is transformed temporarily into a din.
All the trash is everywhere but not in the bin.
The lady of the house accepts everything with a grin
as she reclines low with her fingers in the chin.
Meenas Poems 