Meenas Poems
Forced into hands up,
Struggled with eyes down,
Sobbing in a shut up,
A total toss-up
What more to succumb?
Seen treachery all around,
Heard lies all along,
Felt sad all through,
A horror all over,
What not to die?
Hope to get away,
Wish to ebb away,
As soon as a ray,
In a quick sway,
What else is on the way?
Living with a penny,
Holding a spirit uncanny,
Resuming a thought funny,
What less can we brook?
Apprehending a sleeve up,
Allowing a wicked usurp,
Giving way to a pop up,
What less can you experience?
Enduring an unbearable pain,
Resolving to an unlimited strain,
Reading a horror in train,
What less can we do?
Lesser you shrink,
The more
you blink,
Oh!it is a perilous brink,
What less to think?
An explosive level has reached,
A waiting period has ceased,
A pronounced difference has creeped,
A gradual withdrawal has settled,
What more is expected?
There is a deprivation,
Which results in a frustration,
There is an annihilation,
Which ends in a desperation.
What more is in store?
Nothing more can there be,
Nothing less can there be.
Anything more is a disaster much,
Anything less is a rigour too much.
What more to bear?
More or less ,not a question,
Light or heavy , is not the issue ,
Vile and Vengeance are important
Nay, turn away from them .
Yes. What more can be said?
Rain poured in torrence,
As the thunder blasted in resonance,
Creating a pandemonium,
Dissipating a memorandum,
Of chaos and confusion,
Yet there evolved a referendum,
Leading to an exhilaration,
Of plenitude and surplus,
In the water starved nation,
Anticipating a propitious excess,
By receiving a down pour bounteous,
Filled the reservoirs copious,
Allowed a placid accumulation obvious,
Thus ensuing a grand celebration imperious.
The bad displayed by the rain
Did refurbish the terrain,
Much to the joy,
Of the lovely toy,
All are but creations
You and I,
From all generations,
Of the great Almighty!
We know not,
Where do we come from?
How did such heavy rain form?
What brings happiness?
What is in store ?
But we must learn to see ,
Good in the bad.
I happened to see around,”
‘Go green” banners all round,
In the parched land,
Where there was only sand,
In the dry forest,
Where there was barest,
In the untilled soil,
Where there was no toil
In the pond,
Where there was no sound.
Along the road,
Where there was crowd,
Across the bridges
Where there were barges,
Above the station,
Where there was fusion.
Of carbon and plastic,
To the chagrin characteristic
Bemused , I gaze all about,
Witnessing a contradiction throughout.
Knowledge goes unknown,
As fools become imperative.
Good goes unseen,
As rebels grow disruptive,
Greatness goes unrecognised,
As ignorant claim authority.
Truth goes unaccepted,
As lies pronounce popularity.
Transparency goes unrealised,
As feign proposes 
durability.
Faith goes unlisted,
As infidel creates rationality.
Love goes unthought,
As infatuation kindles sensibility
Getting to know these directions,
Is indeed a juxtaposition.
Aim high,
Think high,
Achieve high,
To everyone’s sigh.
Sit upright ,
Stand upright,
Live upright,
To everyone’s delight.
See well,
Hear well,
Act well,
To everyone’s tell.
Eat little,
Talk little,
Sleep little,
To everyone’s mettle.
Read avid
Write lucid
Express vivid,
To everyone’s deed.
Love all,
Greet all,
Help all,
To everyone’s call.
Watching a storm ,
In its great fury,
Caused a reform,
With a fine dreary.
The racing apprehension
Blew in a terrible rage,
Confining the tension
Within its range.
The swirling violence,
Created a despair
Restoring the silence,
To a quiet whisper.
The roaring hurricane,
Dealt a thunder
Resulting a foregone,
In a gloomy shudder.
The angry typhoon,
Instilled a furore,
Convicting the siren
To an endless chore.
The mind like the storm,
Runs in an insane 
form,
Relapsing on an uncertain qualm,
Unnerving the genial balm.
A disarming fear lurks,
An unkempt cringe smirks,
Leaving a perilous refrain
As a lasting design,.
Break the monotony ,
With a fine symphony,
Ease the hardship,
With a cordial friendship,
Revive the spirit,
With a jubilant merit.
Rejuvenate the soul,
With an easy roll.
Enliven the mood,
With a gay brood.
Enhance the self ,
With a grand play off,
Recuperate the mind,
With a novel find,
Pour out your feelings,
With a strong inkling
Jazz up my friend,
With a newest trend.
As I stand hooked,
Away from the buzz,
Into a thorny rush.
I went into a shell,
Aghast of the alarming bell,
Away from the tussle,
Into a close nestle.
I withdrew from the crowd,
Afraid of the proud,
Away from the deceit,
Into a sullen retreat..
I confined myself to a spot,
Apprehensive of burning hot,
Away from the malice,
Into a sombre solace.
I am now an old hag,
Walking with a drag,
Waiting for the boat.
Oh!Let me come out.
Meenas Poems 