Meenas PoemsChaos in full force,
Trouble in full swing,
Confusion in full vigour,
Conflicts in full velocity,
An evidence was called.
Going by the report,
Going by the witness,
Going by the circumstance,
Going by the cause,
An evidence was recorded.
Judging by the merits,
Judging by the source,
Judging by the hassle,
Judging by the damage,
An evidence was relevant.
Disturbance got dissipated,
Defaulters got punished,
Destruction got appropriated,
Derangement got arranged.
An evidence became benevolent.
The mind designs the ploy
Puts in tricky tackle,
Adds in risky raffle,
Finishes with wicked device.
The heart deliberates on the issue,
Weighs the sadistic purport,
Considers the devilish impact,
Resigns to the satanic move.
The device runs amuck,
Kills a few
Cripples too many,
Leaves with a berserk.
The consequence is morbid,
The virality is poignant,
The avalanche is sordid,
The frequency is unleashed.
The collision is bloody,
The damage is complete,
The rout is drastic.
The uproot is fearful.
They the equanimity is lost,
Thus the peace is distorted,
Thus the quietude is sunk,
These be the residue of chagrin
It is a heat wave,
Terribly range bound
Terrifically irksome
Tremblingly teasing.
It is a heat wave
Enormously stifling,
Eventually sickening,
Elaborately lifeless.
It is a heat wave,
Inducing perspiration,
Inciting dehydration
Intense failure.
It is a heat wave
Prompting dizziness,
Pronouncing unconsciousness,
Prevailing disaster.
It is a heat wave,
Reigning supreme,
Releasing emission,
Restoring disbelief.
It is a heat wave ,
Prevailing mostly,
Persuading rigorously,
Preemptive fragility.
It is a heat wave,
Letting out pain,
Listing out grief,
Luminosity oblivious.
Where are you?
I am,
Mostly in the north.
Mostly in high altitudes,
Mostly in soaring platitudes
Mostly out of reach.
Where can I see you?
I am,
Mostly in paper,
Mostly in commodities market,
Mostly in online trading,
Mostly beyond hold.
How can I get you?
I am,
Mostly not trackable,
Mostly not reachable,
Mostly not detectable.,
Mostly a mirage.
Oh! oh! Oh!
I am,
Mostly the safe haven,
Mostly the secured asset,
Mostly the pride possession,
Mostly the greatest of all.
It was a scintillating sight,
Looking merely was beautiful and lovely,
Seeing through was grandiloquent,
As,
It portrayed the nuances fully,
It depicted the greatness mightily,
It expressed the concepts thematically,
It embellished the synthesis scrupulously,
It enjoined the fusion craftily,
It kneaded the sources deftly,
It scored over the icons nimbly,
It extolled the infinite profoundly.
It is a break,
A welcome indeed !
A sojourn expected,
An interval wanted.
It is a break,
An abstract indeed !
A desire intended
A cut off required.
It is a break,
A reality indeed !,
A necessity proven,
A let out promised.
It is a break,
A fantasy indeed!
A programme asunder,
A celebration great.
It is a break,
A recourse indeed !
An illuminative repose,
A beatitude lovely..
A break in all ways,
A break in all dimensions,
A break in all platitudes,
Is a relaxation.
Visualise the days bygone.
It keeps you from forlorn.
Recollect the days past,
It makes you renew fast.
Rewind the days olden
It helps you mellow golden
Resume the days departed,
It renders you work charted
Past decides the present,
Present leads to future.
Thus goes the workout.
As old age sets in,
Wisdom tags in,
Experience adds in
Maturity settles in,
Contentment props in,
Tolerance creeps in,
Is it a rejuvenation?
Or
Is it a degeneration?
Long ago I saw a river,
Flowing in full ease,
Water clean and blue,
Fish tossing up and down,
Singing cheerfully while jostling.
Now , I see the same river,
Parched to the full,
Water murky and dirty,
Plastics ebbing up and down,
Crying painfully while draining.
What does God want?
God wants truth,
Not gallons of milk,
God loves work,
Not packs of sandal powder,
God desires faith,
Not tonnes of flowers,
God expects love,
Not litres of curd,
God calls for justice,
Not kilos of gold,
God cries for mercy,
Not carats of diamonds.
God requests contentment,
Not ostentatious pretensions.
God commands simple grace,
Not snobbish piety.
God demands nothing.
Again God demands nothing.
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