Meenas PoemsRound goes the wheel of fortune.
At times 
it whirls out of tune.
Overlapping all misfortunes.
Most times it falls short of tune.
Invigorating a sordid attune.
Fortune is temporarily tuned.
A blind dependence sets a discordant tune.
Creating a strain out of tune.
Releasing an unpleasant swoon.
Condemning a struggle all too s
To be blessed is a fortune.
Many do not fall into the tune.
Hard work never goes astray of the tune.
Sincerity ushers a lovely tune.
These indemnify a perfect tune.
Up and down we go
What for we do not know?
Here and there we see
What for we do not know?
Right and left we move
What for we do not know?
Gain and loss we make
What for we do not know?
Earn and spend we do
What for we do not know?
Good and bad we commit
What for we do not know?
Love and hate we relate
What for we do not know?
Soft and sharp we speak
What for we do no know?
Kind and cruel we pose
What for we do not know?
Smile and weep we react
What for we do not know?
Happy and sad we be
What for we do not know?
Live and 
die we interpret
What for we do not know?
The evening was sultry and hot.
There was no breeze to cool out.
It was unpleasant all through.
While sitting heaving and puffing in the patio
Got calls from friends in a row.
Each one expressing a strain sad
Emphasizing the unkindness meted out.
The senior one wished to die
holding strongly destiny in her hands.
The other one cursed his siblings to a tragic death.
adorning himself in a prophetical garb.
The last one was in bad health.
Depression had taken its toll.
He had shed his snobbish pride,
Lo!looked demure and desolate,
The poor weakling wished nothing, cursed none,
He only longed for peace to return.
These added up to the heat around.
Making one to think and think aloud.
Finally found out that
Happiness is within ourselves
Not anywhere else.
In the early evening I felt a shudder.
The chair rocked a while.
The table shook a second.
The building jolted a minute.
The head wobbled dizzy.
There was panic all over.
It was only the day before.
It was a hot afternoon.
There was not even a breeze.
The tremor caught us unaware.
We were left gaping at the disaster.
The disaster was not heavy.
There were no casualty in the run.
There was no monetary loss in the trend.
The people got evacuated for reasons known
The coastal area felt devastated expressing a frown.
The devastation was not physical to the core.
The scare was thoroughly profound all the more.
The apprehension was killing at the most.
The recollections were fearful foretelling a Tsunami
There was a deadly silence reminiscent of a melancholic sadness.
The desolation carried a reference of lethal premonition.
The desolation started to overwhelm in magnitude.
The will to live was driving everyone in platitude.
Nature has its own way of signalling its motion.
It warns the people of their shortfalls.
Wittingly,we cause damage to her in our own way.
Destroying the environment morbidly.
Morbidly we throng the habitations in multitudes
Recklessly we contaminate the earth committing destitute.
Avariciously we work on her for our benefit with 
self-conceit
Unmindful of her great discomfort and terrible plight
Patience has been her virtue for long.
Destruction has been our goal for too long.
Playing with Nature is dangerous,mind you
Kidding her virtuosity is harmful,beware.
Humiliating her is perilous,be warned.
She would suddenly break with a vengeance.
Throwing out and tearing everything in a violence.
A smile is a smile to me,
it is an expression of happiness,
It looks so to me,
See beyond it,say many
There would be a tinge of joy,
There would be a trace of melancholy,
it would bear an outline of anger,
it would conceal a violent temper,
it would camouflage ignorance,
it would also hide a vengeance,
If that is so, I feel,
the smile is no longer a smile.
It was a sudden outrage,
It was a burst of temper,
It was alarming, very alarming.
It was very spiteful,
It was wantonly done,
It was disgusting, very disgusting.
It was really intriguing,
It was actually disturbing,
It was painful, extremely painful.
After long deliberation,
Caught the theme,
It looked distressing, very distressing.
It was all due to insecurity,
It was because of untold fear,
It made me sad,very sad.
Insecurity invokes anger,
It also invites suspicion,
It acts disproportionately.
The school bell rang for the day,
The children scrambled fast in a gay,
They packed their bags in a fray,
Then ran out of the campus like a ray,
The movement resembled a lively dash out.
The curtains came down on the stage,
The play was about the medieval age,
The enactment was of an eloquent engage,
There was a loud ovation of a great range,
The dispersal reflected a pleasant dash out.
There was an agitation in the town,
The agitators shouted in a high tone,
It was a protest distinctively shown,
The Police dispersed them with a firm foot down,
The confusion led to a ghastly dash out.
A sudden fire broke out in a high raised building,
The red tongs blew fiercely unyielding,
The inmates scuttled up and down wailing,
The fire fighters were desperately struggling,
The precipitated race was a panic dash out.
Dash outs are both pleasant and hurried,
They pronounce an acceleration scurried,
They are fast momentum unusually levied,
Expressing at times a cheer of high breed,
Extending mostly a fear of tensed creed.
Can we not think about others?
Can we not feel for others?
Can we not help others?
Can we not love others?
Can we not ,can we not?
The heart cries with a vibrance.
Is it not sad to see a flower wither?
Is it not painful to look at a tree rot?
Is it not desperate to view a parched earth?
Is it not wrenching to watch an animal suffer?
Is it not frustrating to witness a man die?
Is it not , is it not?
The heart wails with despair.
Do everyone feel the same manner?
Do all experience the same way?
Do most pass through same passage?
Do the majority go through the cycle?
Do they ,do they?
The heart mourns in anguish
A little consideration takes you a long way,
A little patience leads you to 
happiness,
A little feeling brings in joy
A little love endorses a loveliness,
A little , A little,
The mind cheers up the heart.
The passing frenzy got a cut off,
As it focused on a spin-off,
The twist to the turn was stealthy,
It tried to depreciate the wealthy,
As they dodged the authority ,
With power and audacity,
Dictating terms and means discreetly
Promising a handsome hand out in the transaction neatly,
Caught in between the forceps of control,
The officials succumb to the submissive role,
Playing the art of corruption impeccably,
In anticipation of the fortune assured enormously,
The quick money flows spontaneously,
The unaccounted money gushes out irresistibly,
The gigantic rich became monstrously richer,
Accumulating treasures in the form of gold and silver,
Diamonds and Platinum take the foremost run,
Mercedes and BMW’s add to the fun,
Islands and resorts work up the billions,
Cruises and planes amount to the trillions,
Mansions and retreats call for much more,
Philanthropy claims a torrential down pour,
Educational institutions and hospitals get their share ,
As they cross the mind of the Forbes top man’s dare ,
The imperious disburse their surplus to the needy,
As though they are parting with their hard-earned money,
Which ,in fact, is the collection of wrong accounting,
Which , in truth , is the securing of details recounting,
Which , in all seriousness, is none other than robbing,
The average 
man, the poor man, the lay man of his throbbing,
Abducting the majority as a personal achievement,
Disbursing the miniscule as a charitable endowment.
Let me assure you it may be anyone of us,
It might be Tom of Wiltshire Pathway ,
It could be Dick of Macrohard,
It could also be Harry of Resilience.
A little worm in the hook of a fishing net,
Acts us a firm secure bet,
Clinging and cringing it tempts ,
The fish to make longing attempts,
Thrilled to see the tiny bait
It jumps unknowingly in an ecstatic trait.
Up ,up it shoots with a vigour,
Clambering to hold the trigger,
The worm dances and dangles,
Oscillating in various angles,
The fish makes a somersault,
Dashes over and above without a fault.
The lovely rush through the water,
Holds us in a quick monitor,
While the palpitations rage high,
We sadly perceive with a sigh,
The fish being hauled by the hook,
Of the fisherman along the brook .
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