Meenas PoemsBusy she is as always
runs here and there in ways
what for she goes?![looking_busy_at_work[1]](https://meenas17.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/01/looking_busy_at_work1.png?w=580)
no one knows .
Busy she is as seen
it is the way she has been
what for she goes?
no one knows.
Busy she poses
it being the way in force
what for she goes?
no one knows.
Busy is her word
it being an escape instead
what for she goes?
no one knows.
A smart move
lead you mostly to victory
less to defeat.
A month from now
would be back home
a rejoice it is anyhow
a month and half’s roam
nowhere but in another home
seems to be a tedium
as I love my home
so dear it is to me
so full of memories of glee
a temporary shift itself
is enough in itself
to extend a longing
my home feels the inkling
as I could see it remain sad
when I return to its fold
a bondage it is of great
Blizzards of snow
unprecedented of late
came down with a show
none could stir out
a misery in a call
well, could be throughout
of a heavy snowfall.
Once in a way it happens
disasters do occur
a marathon that dampens
the spirit goes down in a sunken
a misery in a call
the faith lies shattered in a blow
of heavy snowfall.
Devastation is not new
be in any form
prevention could limit them to a few
that be the destiny in a way
a misery in a call
the pain stays for a long period in a play
of heavy snow fall.
Blizzards and storm
do cause a panic
floods and fire jolt one without a clue
that be the way it turns out
a misery in a call
the fear lingers all throughout \
of a heavy snowfall.
Melodious it is
reverberates all through the days
blessed I feel.
Rapturous it is
passes through all through the days
blessed I feel.
Heavenly it is
exalted all through the days
blessed I feel.
Blessed I am
exhilarated all through the days
need no more.
Art is in the mind
nay not in the heart
the feel gives way
the intimacy takes away
born is a masterpiece.
The intensity as seen
comes from the soul
percolates into the work of art
not anything in short
born is a masterpiece.
The niceties as expressed
be it in lines as in paintings
the smothering touch of the brush
the colours burst out with a blush
born is a masterpiece.
The beauty of the writing
be it in poems, prose or drama
the twists, turns and a stir
experienced in a momentous spur
born is a masterpiece.
The melody in music
be it in vocal or instrumental
the ups and downs with 
rhapsody
that which keeps one in an ecstasy
born is a masterpiece
The music flows
like a stream in course
not with force.
The cat mews from very near
sometimes it cries like a baby in fear
sobs and whimpers on and off at times
makes me wonder for a time
wherein the baby has come from
when only two of us live here
no others in the vicinity as of now
the fat cat in my back yard with its hoofs
moves up and down my tiled roof
a thud like noise is heard in the night
stealthily crosses my wall in silence
a curiosity in its eyes seen in intense
as if I have intruded its privacy
cuddles under my cars securely
enjoys the afternoon siesta peacefully.
being so, a few days ago it had a guest
a big white cat with whiskers full of zest
both would take a stroll in the evening
the clock tower on the first evening
the next day would visit the market 
the third day to the river front for a while
the oil palm plantations would be the final trial
hope the guest would move back home very soon
as I am not prepared to have both of them till noon,
The withered grass cries for rain
the blade of grass is yellow
everything looks weary and hapless.
The rain less days are too many
innumerable in the count as always
everything looks weary and hapless .
The rivers are dry and lie in vain
long since water flowed through
everything looks weary and hapless.
That be the cause when there is no rain
seem to be famished and barren
everything looks weary and hapless.
It is being years now
an incident comes back
not in real as such
in memory as such.
It is being years
a bride being advised
not by anyone as such
by the mother as much.
Being not one of long
being one word strong
be smart as such
smarter as much.
The bride nodded
this way and that way
understanding not as such
not fully as much.
The bride being me.
It is being years now
the bride has turned old
comes to know as such
meets the eye now as much.
It is the word smart
holds on to me even now
being one of value as such
prudence be it as much.
It means a lot now to me
careful and cautious
patient and never in haste as such
sweet and charming as such.
It interprets in many ways to me
see through in depth
never go into the intricacies as such
nor be out of them as much.
Have gone through a lot in life
fun , strife, struggle altogether
never did I cow down as such
remained upbeat as much.
It is being years now.
I stand up with pride
the one word was enough as such
a solid and sure guide as much.
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