Meenas PoemsWith a twinkle in her eye
she sees her lover all shy
blushing red and looking rose
she makes her way to a close.
With him near her side
her love goes in for a hide.
Her eyes give her out
pouring out her love no doubt.
He embraces her with amour
driving away her tremor.
Holding her so close to him
looks into her eyes grim,
She melts like snow in his arms
releasing herself to his charms.
The love blossoms and blooms
soon he would turn to be the bridegroom.
Upon a tree
sat a monkey
scratching her head
There came two other monkeys
might be her friends for long.
They had a reliable chat
with voice raising high
interrupted by a guffaw
intercepted by gestures
including humour and feelings
as well as love and tales
It was nice to watch them
A
lmost half an hour passed
taking not my eyes from them
followed their talk
could make nothing out
but could understand
that there was a bondage
strong and lasting
kept them in terms
without much trepidation.
Slightly off the track
I thought of men
not very appropriate at this time
but could not stop comparing
as men could not prolong
with such affinity
not able to connect so affably
Thinking so, I turned back
scratching my head.
Married through forty years
love going strong all through
with the sensual love of early years
slowly subduing and blossoming up into new
flowering into a bond of understanding
where flirtations have given way to realisation
with the serious thought and graceful dealing
leading one into another to a perfect recognition
the couple go holding their hands together
carefully crossing the tides in total elegance
might be prescribing a style with relevance..
With the rose in his hand
he said “I love you” in a manner grand
Blushing like the rose with glamour
she went past him without a murmur
He ran behind her like a mad
proposing again in glad.
The girl blushed once more
made her way to the door.
Not knowing what to do.
the coy boy sat down without a cue.
The girl hoping to see him behind
turned back and finding him not in the hind
felt sad and sat down with tears
The feel of love is so strange
not able to express in the range
not possible to show explicitly
it is so deep and keen invariably
a false step would break the heart
mending it would be a task great.
The pretty flower from yonder beckons
going to it in the fastest run
tripped on a small stone
fell down and broke the bone.
With the bruised leg and torn calf muscle
walked slowly brushing aside the tussle
went near the lovely flower
which went past my cheeks in a shower.
Then with a limp and a painful pull
turned back with loving feelings full
stretching the hurt leg on the sofa
reminisced the event with a guffaw.
The dainty flower likes me, I feel
as it kissed my cheeks with a feel
seem to caress me with a smothering feel
Oh! it has taken my heart in a steal.
Leaving the house in a hurry
she forgot to lock the doors
With all doors and windows wide open
she took her car off in a jump
and drove in such speed dashing through
hip hopping through the streets
knocking every pedestrian who crossed by
hitting all the cars that came opposite
throwing the vehicles that went in front
She went in deadly speed almost like a whirl wind
and reached her destination on a late hour
where her little one was standing out
all alone near the gate of her school.
The mother in her became so violent
that she forgot all norms and factors
Great goes the motherly instinct.
Love is blind goes the adage.
How much blind really?
Being blind to status in a gauge
Never thought of colour in a stage.
Not attached to creed in a rage.
Very much akin to understanding in a wage.
As there is nothing more to get engaged.
Little or none being in controversy to get enraged.
Writing about love in a page
becomes a hard task even to a sage.
So going with the adage
that love is blind
is apparently a
rare find
if it is really a bind
then it is an affair kind.
It it turns out to be sour in the hind
then it is an exchange unkind.
Love seen through the eyes
Amour visible through the movement of hands
holding together in amity and extreme affection
Smiling and giggling for nothing
Nodding and nudging at times.
Enthusiastic and excited mostly
Gesturing with a feature adorable
All done with discretion perfect
performed
with modulations precise.
tell us quietly and softly as though in a whisper
that both have fallen for each other
and are bound by true love.
.
It is a belief
it is a thought
it has been passed on.
it has stood the test of time.
As every rule has an exception
The thoughts that come down
have many exceptions
that have to be read through
before passing statements
before framing maxims.
One such thought is the love of mother.
Mother love is pure.
It is nectar, the essence
goes on in stories and poems
Majority feel so
As everywhere the majority have a go
the minority have to turn and go 
It so being
mothers are wicked
not to all her children
but to a few
for reasons known to none
but for reasons known to her.
Take this into consideration
when you next pen and eulogise
” Mothers Love” my dear friend.
In his anger
beats his newly wed wife
left and right.
In his joy
kisses his beautiful loving paramour
an unfaithful man.
Meenas Poems 