Meenas PoemsLay around in a deluge
articles of all sort
none to touch.
Scattered all around
is a family of six
none in terms.
Withered all around
lay the grains
none to irrigate.
The singing bird
is terribly ill
no music around.
Having lost his wealth
by spending extravagantly
he lies in despair.
Drunk to the brim
the drunkard lies
on the road uncared.
Known for his misdemeanour
the wayward son goes astray
wish he not been born.
Have cited too many negates
an indication be they alone.
caution be yours.
A lot more could be said
silenced by the consequences
she goes away from the limelight
for reasons best known to her
a saddened heart be all for a cause.
Tossed and torn by love
she lost her grace, on the whole
her charm has waned
she looks a grief struck and bitten
by the destiny’s cruel hands.
The love she bore for a man
was well accepted in the beginning
later it turned into a faithless one
his eyes all set on her money
which stood beyond billions.
She gave him liberally at first
censored as she smelt of an unfaithfulness
which provoked him to the most
unkind he turned at once
sadistic and selfish all in one.
She cut her ties with him
could be the physical one
done so easily and smoothly
while her agony tormented her for long
being one of the mind and heart.
It was a long drive from my place
we went at a moderate pace
no ups and downs on the forward
vehicular traffic was towards
negotiated with a knack and patience
well, need very much of a tolerance.
While coming back it was a way different
took the less traversed road being deviant
crossed through slopes and bends many
absolutely free from the traffic of any
we drove at a high speed in a fun
one of a peaceful journey worth a ton.
Could I see myself as the same in my life?
a lot of hurdles initially intercepted
found a way to the destination in a struggle
if I had been more aggressive
paused for a while and turned regressive
this time, I came out successfully
I learnt the lesson rather too late.
A cruel destiny
takes all the three children’s life
the parents remain unconsoled.
A merciful destiny
gives them another child the next year
a consolation for the loss.
I look back with joy
ten long years have gone
I am still on.
I came for a holiday
ten years have turned
all my days.
I purposefully came
ten years back to watch an event
now, I am a savant.
The turns and twists in my life
cannot be arranged in order
push me to a disorder.
I am a circumstantial prisoner
in and out I go and come
better if I had been dumb.
It is a May morning
there is drizzle
the birds come out and go back
fear there could be more rain
a pleasant morning it seems
with a breeze all too cool
and the sun still in its slumber
a respite from the hot
of yesterdays
scorching and sweltering
could the birds have a premonition?
wonder so, wishing a cool day.
An exercise
in whatever form
is a strain .
Physical one
brings in
persiparation.
Mental exercise
ushers in
an exhaustion.
Migration is their strength
anywhere and everywhere they go
husband, wife, and children
altogether they travel
with their handmade produce.
Those of whom found in South India
more particularly to the region of Tamilnadu
associate themselves with Lord Muruga
who dwells on the Palani Hills in the Western Ghats
as his consort Valli is from their tribe.
Their move with a bundle
clothes and some” thayuthus”
Gods figures in silver plated motifs
carry their children in a slung
hanging from their necks
The Kura vas ” speak a dialect
peculiar to their tribe and land
a mixture of Tamil, Telugu, and Sanskrit
all an “avial” as the famous side dish of the locals
” ellai saami vaa saami” they call the passers by
with an intent to read the palm and predict the future.
The genre excels in astrology as much
bring in substitutions like parrot and tarot
read your palm carefully
pronounce the prediction
in a song being a kind of a psalm
all sung with clarity and authenticity.
Education is not in their agenda
learning they do not care
it is the hearsay they have in memory
eat mostly raw food cooking being basic
a boil and a mix all too fast.
one man one wife is not in their cast
meet and mate the person you like
be their simple wedlock with all its riches
Their entrepreneurship is a skill dumbfounding
produce more, sell more, bother not about profit
could I call it a marginal economy?
the modern calculators and computers go begging
as they make quick calculations
add, subtract, multiply and divide they do
with no pencil or paper all done in their mind.
Nature is their mother
the place under the big tree is their home.
the river bed is their washroom
the open space is their play area
rain or shine they live like that
aligned to nature as much as they can.
The ups and downs
keeps one tied down
happy to see the rise
sad to experience the fall .
A climb up is a struggle
hard work marks it
a slide down is easy
many factors go to make it .
Expenditure over revenue
a happy go lucky attitude
misfortune the least
contribute to failures.
All of us know
pay no attention
till the going is good
make merry and spend.
As the tides turn back
the results show a negative
the fear grips slowly
grief strikes quickly.
Similar to the waves
a progress in the run
a retrieve without fun
day in day out it happens.
The river flows undisturbed
the sea roars unmoved
the life goes on likewise
with a ripple and a furore.
Fire ravages east and west
winds blow north and south
fumes pass in all directions
men and women and children
run, where to in the chaos?
Meenas Poems 