Meenas PoemsA little away from the world
a small distance from the people
a break from the relations
a flight from the friends
has been a lovely status
keeps the peace in mind
the mind is at rest
the physic is in the flow
thoughts run not slow
there transcends a bliss
know not how to explain.
The competitions on the television
breaks the nerve and the vision
the practice and rehearsal done with strain
kills the spirit all the more in the reign
the make ups and the dress go beyond
the feel and the tempo is range bound
the child or whoever it be the participant
never attains the coveted recipient.
loses her innocence in the curriculum
there is nothing agog in the referendum
while the little one undergoes a swish
fails to enjoy the childhood bliss
a punishment it would be
which earns a fame and glee
from which the child would love to flee.
A little while ago
a flood of phone calls
a stream of visitors
a deluge of work
a kind of storm in the house
though not in the real sense
unbearable and beyond
sat baffled for a moment 
hands on the head
dazed I was for a second
knew not what to do?
a run away could save
jumped out of the window
strode into the wilderness
a whiff of fresh air
struck the face
rejuvenation at last.
Forgetfulness has become my way.
I do everything with ease and control
compile the specifications in detail
arrange them in order with precision
ready be they for presentation
at the moment of delivery
likely I forget the core all the more
walk on to the dais with dignity
rummage through to find the documents
not to find them tin the file
go with an extempore address
all from the memory that resumes work
finally end up with an applause
what did I do ? i not remember
once again forgetfulness sets in.
The woman bemoans and cries
unable to keep quiet
breaks down in a sigh 
takes not a bite
rants in rancour
swears in anger
mind she not
who it be in slot
be her son or husband
she fumes and disbands
lets out her emotions
not in small portions
pours out in full force
if that be her chose
the life would not be smooth
to tell the truth.
Poetry
I had a dream
it was in a stream
water was in gleam
the sunlight fell on the beam
the ambience was in a seam
Indeed, it was a lovely dream.
Set sail in the boat swiftly
saw a whale deadly
moved towards me rapidly
blinked for a moment hopelessly
Indeed, I sat there ghastly.
The whale dashed against the boat
tossed and turned it on the float
down I went into the moat
engulfed by the whale stout
Indeed, it was a total rout.
I cried bitterly in fear
felt a nudge from the rear
the situation was out of gear
thought the end was near
Indeed, it was a panic jeer.
The alarm rang for long
I woke up to a song
caught my foot in the wrong
staggered in a way oblong
Indeed, it was a dream all along.
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Meenakshi Somasundaram.
the help does come
not from known
always from the unknown
a phenomenon often felt
the hand that turns away
is one of the nearest relation
the fingers that lead you
are that of the strangers
awaken to the truth
go ahead with hope
someone would come
to help you out .
This or that
keeps me in fret.
That or this
makes me hiss.
Could it be that?
cries my heart.
Could it be this?
move I like a fish.
A dilemma there be
causes a worry indeed.
This or that
lets me down flat. 
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The aunt and the niece.
go well together with a taunt
the older up to advice
the younger on to a device
the thrill the aunt experiences
when the niece dispenses
some information delightful
turns all that wonderful
the aunt bores a special affection
the niece holds on with a reflection
the duo entertain each other
not in a way always together
mostly in conversation over phone
be that in a soft lilting tone
a relation that is beyond description
an attachment that endears a reception.
The drizzle all through the day
sent a sensation so lovely and gay
wanted to reach out to the fray
restrained the wish in a way
still overwhelmed to play
ran out to enjoy the rays
the rain drops fell on the face
went past me without a trace
yet could feel the dainty lace
so good was it in the brace.
Meenas Poems 