Meenas PoemsIt is an urge
not in the verge
from the depth
grows in strength
ever beautiful
looks wonderful
a love to keep it fresh
green and lush
makes me over protective
I am not a detective
do not mistake me as one
I like to nurture my passion
without any breaks and falls
well, that is my call.
Being a tremendous passion
does not have a reason
never goes by season
that of not a timely fusion
being one of grace
does bode a trace
remains with a daze
never is unfazed
be that one of a chase
lets out a blaze
a pass
ion for writing
Zeal turns into passion
passion into ambition
while ambition overwhelms
be a wish to rule the realm
the aspiration takes over
transforms into an obsession all over
while there deep into the center
the appetite becomes ravenous in genre
it takes over in a massive usurp
justifies itself in a strange deserve
the means is not important as found
the end surfaces in an abound.
To read what I write
is but a terrible bite
as I write with a passion
nothing to do with fashion
pour my thoughts in speed
they are in verse think I indeed!
what they are to others I know not?
as I write for me alone all throughout
this way I go about in my work
performing for my satisfaction alone
a very different personality in tone
stand I very much apart from the normal
withdrawn from the world but very formal
Do I look a strange creäture to you?
Well, that is me who remains always true.
Didactic, preachy,
laborious, round about
comes the accusation
not in this platform 
but elsewhere
with reference to my poems
telling a simple thing
with lot of gerunds
and in a round about way
add to the complaint
looking at them felt worried
then brushed aside the criticism
as I feel I write out of passion
write for my satisfaction
not for money or fame
if round about be not to their appeal
let it be so as I continue to write
I am happy for whatever it is
let that be the end.
Having a passion
which commands dedication
that goes with concentration
involving fully into designation
the love and feel overwhelms
going beyond the realms
that overcomes the dreams
bordering around the cream
the intention breaks in directly
with an impulse percolating rightly
the interest jumps over radically
conjoining the passion with a desire
coordinating both with love entire
the result being one of a possibility
that holds the attention of everyone intensely.
Writing is passion
making me go beyond reason
is it treason? 
Love takes everyone by its passion.
Talking about love is a fashion
as love is a theme of fusion
where two beings get together without reason.
The physical love is extraneous
focusing on the sensuous
pitching on the amorous
prolonging on the romance arduous.
Writings on love get famous
as they are most populous
presenting a subject glamorous
enjoyed by young and old as delicious.
Love is circumscribed thus
into a narrow fold of buzz
where man and woman do guess
speaking out sweet nothings in a dialect less.
Love extends beyond the body
as it stretches towards things more hardy
like that of affection, interest, patriotism in brands handy
It has no boundaries as it sets itself on aspects trendy
A passionate love it would sound
very much away from the usual ground.
Not similar to the much expected round
as it falls out of the familiar track in the bound.
Never does it imply a hound
as it passes on easily into the surround.
It does not makes the heart pound
nevertheless it relieves the heart from an astound.
It is a passion that abounds
with learning and wisdom profound.
.Reading is my love with a beautiful crown
that leads me to places newly found. 
Passion calls for attention all times.
Its craving never ceases most times.
It is never deigned as a pastime.
It conforms daintily with all times.
As passion assumes the form of duty
it surpasses all norms of beauty.
As passion becomes duty
it equips itself with scrupulous bounty.
The cry for passion is never alone.
It originates not from the forlorn.
The said cry is never a moan.
It is heard forever in the diligent tone.
Passion lingers in the area of decision.
It stands firm in times of recession.
Passion walks hand in hand with resolution.
Charting out a natural evolution.
Meenas Poems 