Meenas PoemsGetting angry for nothing at all
has been his way in all
especially towards me
he speaks with no glee
throws a look unkind
that keeps one in a bind
with others he is benign
smiles with love and shine
this makes me indignant
I try to be defiant
well, that is the way my life goes
where I have to be always in toes.
know not how long it would prolong?
have to endure it with such a subdued song.
Day after tomorrow
and the day before yesterday
the terms look smart 
being specific of the days.
Today and yesterday
with the call on tomorrow
gain speed and pass away
carry well with an allow.
So years roll by
with months in the fold
with them go the days
with a speed untold.
Been born a few months back
could become a year old
it is already in a pack
another six months in hold.
Well, that is how we decipher
with the time waiting for none
we move about in eager
soon our work is done.
Young once we were
adults in the middle
now old as we are
so goes the riddle.
It is the age that increases
grows rapidly in no time
others increase and decrease
not the age at any time.
Tthe finishing line
need to be exquisite and fine
the ending should be eloquent
be it in any event
of a celebration grand
not with a sonorous band
but with a delightful execution
could go down with the perpetuation.
Life too demands such a completion
the final days should see a distribution
wherein you could find glory
that would go to make up a story
this man lived up to honour
it could be a banner
would sing the praise with pride
mark
ing the end of the life’s ride.
A song from yonder
puts me to wonder
what it is all about?
as it is not feeble or loud
It flows throught the wind
almost passes into my window’s blind
fills the air around
enlivens the surround.
I enjoy the music
as it was engrossingly classic
he melody 
was heavenly
the rhythm was divinely.
I did not want to know
from where they came in a flow
I was filled with unexplainable feel
I lost myself in the rapturous steal
I
A home away from home
greets you with a welcome
yet the longing to go back home
surges now and then in a tone.
Could I ascribe it to the warmth?
or could I confirm it as a want
might it be a feel in -depth
claim it to be an in 
adjustment.debt.
The second home equals in cherish
good in a way be it in a relish
yet the desire to return becomes feverish
Oh! at times it turns a relentless wish.
Well, have to make the second the primary
not that it is because of any rivalry
owe it to the occupation in verity
adjusting is the only way inadvertently.
Living with fear always
could deter your growth in ways
would some one break open, you ponder
would anyone jump through the fence? you wonder
puts you in a quandary all the more.
It is a peace that one wants
sleep and awake in peace, we cannot
be it a sign of prosperity with reference
a pointer to good govenance
a way to enjoy life in real freedom
How many countries are safe?
could I say less than half?
no, can count them with the fingers
few remain unfolded in a linger
be the plight of the world
Leads to the economics
could you c
all it dynamics
few are horribly rich
many are ruefully poor
the equation remains unbalanced.
This could be the reason
forces one to do treason
a fair proportion in riches
could answer these glitches
sensed by Karl Marx long ago.
It is Father’s day
seem to me very different
we had in our days
no such events
yet we loved our fathers
did not tell them loudly
admiration and respect we had together
nothing into the cloudy
it was a subtle appreciation
we nurtured secretly in our minds
Father to us was a creation
with much authority in a kind
we nestled close to our mothers
fathers stood a little aside.
Coming to my father
his immaculate white attire
caught all eyes rather
never seen him in any other colour
not very tall in stature
posted a smile always
that undoubtedly won over
the hearts of many in everyway
a gentleman to the core
dynamic and impressive in posture
sported a twinkle in his eyes
could write a beautiful brochure
about his routine and ways .
Anyhow I remember him today
not for his genoristy or love
the measure he adopted in a way
especially towards me in a proof
had made me what I am today
independent and stern in attitude
let me end with good old memeories
as they alone would make anyone 
happy.
As years run in speed
the vision of death appears near
feel a full life has been lived indeed
it is time to pack the bags , my dear.
Recollections lead to a composure
the days gone were lively in a charm
wish to enable a foreclosure
could that not bring no harm?
Reliving the past is a task chronic
the agility has dissapiated
an enactment of the past will be ironic
as the energy has depleted.
Death stares at me for long
smilles at me with a satisfaction
I reciprocate with a song
set to music with a joyful reflections.
Confusion keeps me locked
my thoughts are blocked
my mind is cloaked
my heart is rocked
my voice is choked
I stare at the stone
well, I myself a
m a stone.
Over a cup of tea
decisions are taken in glee
from the Boston Tea party
an iconic event in American History
triggered the American revolution
the tax on tea caused the indignation
a straw could light up the fire
so did the tax flaunted the ire
the Americans dumped the consignment
the ocean devoured the tea with excitement
the seeds of American independence was sown
from then on the fury of the Americans was shown
beware not to risk your authority all the more
never say 
lightly it is only a cup of tea anymore.
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