Meenas PoemsA strange thought crosses my mind
the reason could not fall into any find
could it be a worry of a kind?
I forget myself when the thought crosses
as often it could it eludes all causes.
could I locate it after a pause?
It haunts me as always and forever so
I stay aghast for a while not in a show
could it extend a great blow?
I am worried all the most
I feel the thought is forced
Could I be better off in its close ?
Two little birds on the wall
a sign of happiness in all
a strange inference I believe
nothing much it gives.
They know not what we think
sit there and nicely blink
could have come for a rest
only they know the reason best.
We are clever in interpretations
could be a gift of the imagination
an ordinary event gains importance
like that of birds on the wall in reference.
I do pacify at times
talk to the one first
the other another time
being peace all times.
It is not an easy one
the one gets upset
the other raises the tone
I bring peace at every zone.
I am blamed always
as having taken sides
I think of many ways
finally, make peace in every case.
It is not I wish to pacify
I am pushed to occupy
I take it as a challenge never fly
I resume peace at every buy.
That way I spend my free time
I have many in my hand
wish not for any talks all the time
anyhow, I ensure peace every time .
The rules for submissions
do rarely promote writing
stifles the creative inclination
anyway, they are restrictions.
The best way to write as often
could be a free flow of thought
of course, with a minute attention
to content,grammar, and punctuations.
Many go past these rules in one form
more or less they do not heed the periods
otherwise, most writings are within norms
though not as excellent as psalms .
Could be said of submission rules in general
as many famed writers came not under rule general
they wrote so beautifully on all, in general
a way to learn as how to in way general.
Nice to know
that what had been predicted
has come true.
Nice to know
the harm he had inflicted
now affects him
Nice to know
the excruciating pain he caused
now circles him.
The coin being tossed
head or tails in a shot
either one would fall
well, that is everyone’s call.
The coin plays a role
keeps all in a fold
not only while tossing
also in the crossing.
Heads would bring joy
the tail is less joy
a belief from the time long
not to dissipate it in this song.
Up go the coin in a fly
all eyes go with it in the try
comes down with the same speed
as every eye turns to it in greed.
Hooray ! cries the voice in jubilation
as head strikes down with no intention
Alas! goes the voices in a groan
as it eyes the tails land down.
Lot more and lot less go with it
matches and catches are with it
let us also go with the practice
no harm is found in this tactics.
He is none other than a sinner
thinks himself to be a winner
knows no fundamentals in all
be it in language or accounting in call
speaks with a drawl and a break
it would turn out to be a real ache
listening to his quixotic diction
ridiculous and strange are his pronunciations
he feels on the top of the world all times
never knows how many times the clock chimes.
A well-written article
has the construction critical
one of content in the slot
punctuations to the dot
tenses appropriate to times
paragraphic breaks as well .
The flow of thought be uninterrupted
the matter just natural without being solicited
the commas and periods fall in places
the present, past, and future in resultant phases
could claim to be a writing of excellence
not everyone could aspire for such reverence.
The calls and falls
the between and across
the begin and the end
the arrival and departure
the events of the life
come and go often
not in order as happen
mostly at random
experience them on the go
see to it you face no row.
Being a Thursday
between the week
a withdrawal in the way
the four days ahead in the week
been hectic and hasty
Thursday settles down
with none of the hurry
not anything to drown
just a calm serenity
a laid back attitude
what next not in the vicinity
a feel of beatitude
gathers around all the more
be the shift of being the day four.
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