Meenas PoemsA cuckoo coos
from dawn to dusk
similar to a truce
hailing her mate.
I open my door in the morning
walk through the garden
hear the cuckoo singing
a song of love.
I stay there for a while
mind, not the chill air
the melody is in style
classical in a stretch.
The Cuckoo pleads
expressing her desire
from the reed
sighing intermittently.
It is heart-rending to hear
the ecstatic rendition
impregnate with emotions
one of a lovelorn anthem.
Lyricism is found natural
no practice could sharpen or hone
it is very intense and casual
both being very chaste in tone
The expressions being spontaneous
words come out instantaneous
the mirth that surrounds with a veil
holds us breathless in a trail.
That piece of art over there
bids you to look at them with cheer
curiosity out bounds with a glee
you perceive it with a mind free.
Be it a sculpture or a write
makes the heart rise up like a kite
up and up the thoughts fly
that which non money could buy.
Be that the lyricism I understand
where melody runs through in the band
the soul is stirred and turns ecstatic
while the mellifluous overtakes the didactic.
Raga and thala
synchronize with the lyrics beautifully
melody pervades through.
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Small things fascinate me
a rose for instance enraptures
so do an ant
also a chocolate devastates
music in a likelihood intoxicates
and the 
nature totally distracts
leave alone a poem or fiction
take me up in a flight
as I lose touch with reality
live in a world of fascination
you might call it an illusion
forgetting the role, I have to play
my daily life runs amuck
while I unknowingly get stuck
know not how to come out
a crazy damsel all in the go.
Laughing with the wind as it blows
Living with a song in a melody
Leading like a light as it flows
Leaving with no noise in rhapsody
Is the choice most wonderful
I wish to acquire in custody
want to attain most hopefully
with a rest eternal in glory.
The musical melody came through
from where I knew not
it did not rush in with force
but came through in a flow
like a breeze blowing soft could I say
or like a the tides rising gentle
could I attribute with plausibility
They entered through with such ease
rendering a great exaltation
Leaving everything as it is
sat near the window specifically
listening to the musical delight
Well a good time passed in a trance
taking me http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r4FUQxn4CnY
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across to the portals
not in a dive but in a drive
an experience beyond comprehension.
The music flowed in the air.
It caught me in a snare.
The melody was something rare.
reminiscing of the great musicians in the fair.
Listening to it keenly
I was able to get into it deeply
The nuances were so lovely
that made my heart melt fondly.
I took a stroll out into the avenue
The music flowed out from a venue
where a flautist was playing for revenue
With a heavy heart dropped a dime bidding him adieu.
The rivers flow with a melody
consisting of soft tunes.
The ocean roars noisy
contributing to the sonorous notes.
The ponds whimper slowly
conducting a mild flutter in modest sequence.
The brooks murmur minutely
condescending to a light twitter in moderate rhymes
The water bodies present an orchestra
intensely organising rhythmic notations.
The muse in nature presents a concert
releasing a rapturous ensemble in lively quotations.
There was an exuberance all over,
The listeners were speechless,
The rendition kept us motionless,
We remained awe-struck.
The concert kept us spell-bound,
The spectators were in a trance,
As there was no movement by chance,
The performance was range bound,
We stayed exhilarated
The imagination was an exaltation
There was an enraptured silence,
AS the feelings were free from tense,
The melody was a rhapsodic culmination.
We sat mesmerised.
I go to no concert,
I hear music from where I am,
The breaking of dawn is music to me,
As I hear the hen call cock a doodle do ,
It is a high pitch call,
Followed by the crows caw,
Which denotes a base tone,
Then come the sparrow chirping ,
In a gay collective note,
A little away I see a goat bleat,
Along with the cow’s moo,
Heightened by the donkey’s bray,
Jarring with the dog’s bow-wow,
Softened by the pussy cat’s meow.
As the day advances to mid morning,
The cry of the babies ,
Mark the loudness
While the constant chatter of elders,
In hushed tones,
The clatter of pans in the kitchen,
Bear a deafening frequency,
The hurried sweeping of the floor,
Call for a hustle
The mopping and brushing,
Create a swishing noise,
The hissing of a shower,
Presents a comfort zone.
The day draws to a close,
With the birds flying back,
Fluttering their wings,
The animals get calm ,
By retreating to their dens,
The children become sleepy,
Giving out a tired yawn,
While the adults relax back,
With the television on,
The gentle breeze sets in,
Refreshing with its melody,
As the night slowly embraces the sky.
In a harmonious excellence.
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