Meenas PoemsLike to read my mind
come and test it.
it is full of thoughts
some very idiotic
others very relevant
they combine together
form a chemical compound
unable to segregate
as they fuse together
their identities are lost
they become so tricky
that working on them
proves difficult
The idiotic dominates
the irrelevance overwhelms
that be the range
where wisdom falls short
presenting a clueless strain.
The vacant land
and the empty mind
lie there dormant
The land appreciates in value
with years in the run
a fortune to the landlord.
The mind that is idle
thinks not of anything
rots and rusts eventually.
That be the difference
the land turns productive in a sense
the mind becomes useless all the way.
A life wasted all through
with nothing to wish 
and none to cherish
Empty be the mind
with no thoughts whatsoever
the eyes blinking with no feel
the ears listening to nothing
the whole system unaware
the happenings go unseen
that be the crisis one undergoes
when the mind gets stuck
paralyzing the whole
stifling the entire
sinking to depths
There in the beach
sitting on the sandy stretch
the thoughts rise with the tide
up and up it goes with strength
then it slowly flows back
as the tide goes down to the sea.
The repetition goes on for some more time
with the sea fuming and frothing all through
the mind is at turmoil and distracted
sighing and heaving with frenzy
the sea, then settles down softly
so does the mind relaxing 
gently to peace.
A man is crying foul
for what I know not?
crying so harsh and loud
why I know not?
crying out that everything has gone
how I know not?
Lo! the poor man is crying all through.
With his cry spreading through
he going and talking to all
that he has lost everything
that be his way through .
poor man ,he being let down
he being ejected by his kith
has now lost his mind.
He ,who shouted that he is the greatest
now is feeling lonely at the latest
a creation of his own mind
that previous one of being smart
the recent one of losing everything
there goes his pride before a fall
a man now no more tall.
A time comes that there be nothing to write
with the mind becoming vague in sight
having gone across all the wide
talking about things that need no write .
This vagueness sits so intact on the mind
allowing it not to go and find
compelling it to languish by the side
blinking like an imbecile with an abide.
That being the case with me on and off
I go out of the track with a laugh
stay out for a time in a place away
then return with nothing to say.
The say has become my guess
I talk what come in my mind fresh
never deliberating what I should say
that has been my way through the long day.
Now , faced with such state of mind suddenly
I having fulfilled all my promises hopefully
long to fly taking my wings to a place
where I want to live as an unknown face.
Broad and wide goes the road
lengthy and long flows the road
winding and windy is the mind
the man behind the wheel
drives through the road
with the mind taking a path
wholly different from the real
that be long and lengthy ‘
he driving through the road
while his thoughts take him
where he does not know
as the thinking is windy and winding
making him halt and stop
not in the real sense
but in the thoughtful accent
he going on and on straight
while his thoughts deviated
how did he do it ?
Keeping vigil all through life
with a thought of being deceived
the mind keeps on blowing
while the inner self straightens
not with boldness
but with ultimate fear
something would happen
something is amiss
cautions the self
keeping not the mind at rest
but placing it in a position
difficult and distraught
yet life moves on
while the man becomes old
so his longings lose sheen
and soon he would die
with the fear in his mind
that insecurity passes on
with generations coming up
how much there would be an advance
either way say by
technology and science
the apprehension retains its place
as men die with an insecurity always
The physical exertion
makes the body tired
the limbs go aching
the joints cry for rest
the bending and straightening
takes the toll in a grip 
with the perspiration huge
the body loses its power
becoming a sordid waste.
The mind in its full exercise
calls for a rest almost pressing
as being totally exhausted
with thinking and planning
strategical and provisional
how to get along smooth
and how to execute carefully
that becomes an obsession
taking the life out to a naught
The garden over there being revamped
with weeds and unwanted plants being pulled
branches overstretched being cut
the garden seemed to acquire a new look
while new varieties of plants planted in rows
with a make do fully with a swing and speed
the garden became a splendour over night.
Being done with great effort and care
the people around enjoyed every stretch
with flowers sprouting out in gay
with tress fluttering in joy
and the grass glittering bright and green
with hedges neatly designed and kept beautiful
there appeared a gracious charm all over.
As I went through the garden
carousing every piece of beauty
a thought crossed my mind
which was a little away from the scene
but has to undergo such renovation
as a matter to regain the liveliness
if not the spirit in whole.
The mind tossed by emotions and pathos
having suffered terribly by the experiences
being meted out by the life all through
having succumbed to such travails
needs to be rejuvenated and renewed
being a kind of surgery to repair and redo
with an instinct of love and care.
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