Meenas PoemsBetter not to know
that which is adverse
be it in health or in life
endure and pass on
knowing is disastrous
drains the energy
fear sets in unknowingly
that would kill you
even before the dreaded disease.
could be a wrong outlook
a deviation from the course
yet I do stick to it
would never stray away
that be 
my perception.
I am not an angel
with all goody in me.
.I am not an angel
with piety in me.
I am not an angel
with all kindness in me.
I am not an angel
with cordiality in me.
I am not an angel
with all smiles in me.
I am a human
with good and bad in me.
I am a human
atheism and narcissism in me.
I am a human
with kindness and ruthlessness in me.
I am a human
with cordiality and hostility in me.
I am a human
with smiles and tears in me.
One who calls himself an angel
is a liar to the core.
One with all the goodness alone
is not a human.
One that professes to be an angel
is an actor as well.
One who smiles all the time
nurtures a vengeance behind.
Try to have a straight face
hide nothing in a phase.
Try to be truthful always
lies would spoil you.
Try to be helpful all the same
help is beautiful.
Try to be quiet and modest
would bring you prosperity.
I liked to win
didn’t I win?
before or after
now and then
I lost as ever
lost did I ?
before or after
now and then.
Yes I did
lose is to win
so I won
with my loss
failure is a stepping stone
a step for success
so I failed
I stepped ahead
I strode a little too far
it was a misstep
I fell down
a loss once again
have to step once again
Shall I try?
Might step up
could overstep
finally a misstep
Lo! I go down
it is a slide
up and down I go
Up it is a slow climb
down it being a fast fall
Win I not!
Not even for a fun!
I do not shun
as I step ahead
The women of the world
from days old
had dignity and style
lived with pride all the while.
A few of them in times
out of necessity in all times
succumbed to poverty
sold their flesh incidentally.
These few of the women
were looked down as concubines
a sect that grew in terms
places where rich claimed terms.
They were part of a society
patronised by many a respectable
yet would not get respect
an oxymoron in this aspect.
They in years came to be known as Devadasi
otherwise woman of God -the Devan
their girls became properties of the temple
while the rich used them in ample.
The Devadasis or concubines in a general term
grew in stature 
slowly turned firm
many of their children refused to become one
primarily admonished for loss of fun.
The concubines faded away into memory
the official stamp has become a reverie
while the unofficial exists in full even now
the lust for flesh vibrates in a glow.
it is an easy submission
so did it with the least attention
lo! could not submit
for reasons not known
tried once, twice and many times
could not complete the action
yes, at times the easiest looks difficult
while the difficult turns very easy.
The country where you live
becomes your home soon
faithful you be unto it
never mind your roots
the country of origin has a hold
not too much in the way
the bondage is an affection
not more than that in a play
remember the days you spent
if at all you had lived over there
the adopted one is yours now
you earn our bread over there
provides a shelter to you in short
liberal in its extension
lively in its instigation
well, then be faithful to the land
which had made you grand.
Idiocracy.
he cried out
could sense an anger in his tone
the fury being overridden by hatred
the hatred being weighed by his disbelief
the disbelief being overwhelmed by a deprive
that being the root cause for his outburst
alas! the poor friend of mine was cheated
by all means and pros by his siblings
it is not he be a vulnerable person
he refuses to cross the median of justice
if he does with a lion heart
could overthrow them in no time
legality and the court give no respite
they add to the misery in disguise
he knows that very well to the point
sticks to his precept of law and decorum
so his shout “idiocracy “is the only way out.
let him be satisfied with the meagre he gets.
iI is been a few days
I do not see the sun rise
I sleep like a log
while the rays fall on me
they disturb me not
my eyes no longer feel the twinge
while the rays penetrate through
my body does not experience any warmth
as the sun streams through the window
I sleep like a log all the more.
Most unusual of me in the routine
I am not a very early riser as it is
wake up a little after dawn
then go with my chores in my pace
now it is all in a topsy-turvy
the clock would show nine and a half
the time I open my eyes
I toss in my bed for a few more minutes
then make ready for the day.
the way I live as of now.
I do not have anything imminent to execute
nothing in the essence to perform
no more of calls from known or unknown
could be all these that have prompted a lie-down
might be I tink of a possibility
might not also as I see through the events
it is a disinterest in life be the reason
with all the responsibilities over now
like to slow
down and drag a little
a nice way to enjoy life with no riddles.
it is a difference
I would call it a reference
the days I used to open the doors
when energy and the sunshine could pour
I would also throw open the windows
and draw the curtains in a way to allow
the stuffy smell to diffuse
now I very well use
an easy way you must know
a press on the Ambi Pur is how
I drive away the stuffy smell
well, could be as well
make the air crisp clean quickly
using Air Effects of Ambi Pur simply.
The other day I had a pile of clothes
my sarees and undergarment lying in a slope
knew not how to launder them in one wash
washed them in two to three machine wash
they came out half dried up
hung them on the cloth strings to dry up
as always the fortune goes with me
the rains came in heavily in a spree
all my clothes became wet and soggy
left them in the rains as I could do nothing better
the next day gathered them and to my horror
there was a smell that I could not describe perfectly
used Febreze Fabric Refresher liberally
that replaced the lingering odour with a freshness.
Having been away from home for months together
the house being locked altogether
the cobwebs hung in every direction
the dust had settled well in a fair proportion
I stepped in with a hesitation
I inhaled an air loaded with pollutants
I sneezed and sneezed and as a continuant
I developed a wheeze oddly enough
I could not breathe and felt a tightness in my chest
I switched on Ambi Pur Air Febreze Allergen reducer
what a way it could be a relief in a moment
I experienced the benefits at the very same moment.
It was a feast that I had to arrange
the baskets of onions and garlic deranged
the ambience of my household in a way
I had to supervise the preparation all day
combined with it the asafoetida and the masala
added to the charm of the odour in a gala
the house amidst its noise and bustle
gave out a drastic smell in a hustle
I stood there aghast as how I could solve
as how I could make fresh air revolve
it was getting late and I turned nervous
all the more it is going to be strenuous
as if in a flash I thought of Ambi Pur
swished the room freshener all over
all the odour got converted in a wink
the aesthetics descended all too quick.
Well, it is the Ambi Pur that had helped me
not once or twice but many a time to a glee
I regained my grace before my guest
that which I thought could be a test
passed off without a hitch wonderfully
I sustained the liveliness that would hitherto
been ruined by my wheeze that comes like a tornado
all the merits go to Ambi Pur and its products
restore the environ to its original without any deducts.
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Mumbai has rains
from morn to night incessantly
Mumbai pushes on.
Rain or sun
Mumbai walks with great fun
Mumbai never halts.
Mumbai is bustling
trade and commerce in swing
Mumbai never tires.
It is Mumbai
a speciality of the city
Mumbai never sleeps.
Meenas Poems 