Meenas PoemsNowadays I am the way
I turn not on detractors
I hear not abuse
I feel not the contempt
stand resolved and stern
bother not of others
know that for every move
would be an arrest
for every word uttered
would be an opposite
not to be for the silence
would anything be more dense?
The value of silence
most do not know
as it does not flow
nor it has a glow
it remains silent
almost dormant
it never ferments
nor does it inclement.
Silence has a validity
the no noise is a force
seeps down the pores
sits right in front of the nose
goes through the full course
unassuming it is in a froze
never gets into blows
but keeps the opponent in toes.
The nonchalant silence as I feel
peeps into every eye in a steal
sets the beholder to reel
unable to stand the looks in deal
the target falls a prey in a kneel
runs head over heels
succumbs in a conceal
be it a sign of steel.
That be a silence
that be a quietness
still and sombre
sober and quaint
a little awesome
more into dreary
a walk to the corner
seems a horror
a look down the lane
is a strain terrible
flowers burst out in colours
trees put forth a greenery
the path is immaculate
none the else to groan
not the more to mourn
yet there is a succour
a way into the realm of fear.
The greenery around
lush and pleasant
flower beds in a crescent
a brook with clear waters found
lies there a suburb with an abound
a population very decent
clean and clear is the environment
all convenience great and sound
all be so with a rhythm and rhyme
yet there lacks a charisma
could not be explained in the ordinary
the silence occupies the prime
appears like an unobtrusive enigma
where life assumes a slot not primary.
I could hear no noise
it is damn still
silence is itself a sound 
that has no voice
but imposes a terrible feel
it also lends out a great deal
a scenario of tenseness
where there arises a fear
that of being with no one
sometimes it is very inviting
most times it takes us away
creating an awe and scare
awesome it is to be in silence
might be for a temperate
on the long run it is not entertained
as silence and darkness
get going with hand altogether
the plausibility of being alive
has to be equated with life
the breathing has to be juxtaposed
the nerves and veins have to have a let out
for that we need company
not that of human entirely
but that of sound mostly
not jarring but pleasant
that be of music pleasing
that be of talk enlightening
that be of a cackle enlivening
that be of a chuckle invigorating
a company of like mindedness
would become a gracious treasure.
Observation is better than participation .
Precision takes over unwieldy extension.
Quality wins high against quantity.
Sincerity surpasses infidelity.
Quietness excels noise
Well these are the choices
that are thrown open to us
taking the right without fuss
would lead us to success
not in a fast process
but in a gradual note
that in short
takes us across
without tremendous loss.
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Shunning publicity
is her way of life
Shying away from light
is her trend of life.
Keeping herself to herself
is her diplomacy.
Watching in silence
is her efficiency.
Thinking out of box
is her procedure
talking less least the minimal
is her progress.
Keeping the promise
is her qualification.
Never extending ramifications
is her forte.
To many it might
look a deficiency.
To most it might
sound an anachronism.
To the rest she is
a deviant .
Yet she pulls on
in her nest.
Unaffected and unobtrusive.
S
ilence is golden is the saying.
It is a contradiction in the upswing
Keeping your mouth shut is not a virtue.
likely you resemble more of a statue.
Arming yourself with words for defence
will not at any cost bring you offence.
Where greed and competition get the best.
muting your voice will put you to test.
When evil and lies surge up to the front.
sitting tight-lipped will bring you brunt.
In this era this adage has been put to test
when all things good or bad demands a protest.
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A hushed silence was established.
A compelled uneasiness was felt.
A sensitive embarrassment was experienced.
A dullness spread around.
How to bring about normalcy?
How to diffuse the gathered animosity?
How to lighten the tension?
Questions crowded the mind.
It was an echo of deceit.
It was anything but farce.
Words read false.
Promises become unkempt.
Actions expose vengeance.
Slander runs amuck.
It was betrayal in the run.
It was an unpleasant shun.
It was an unapproved fun.
So all went beyond the gun.
A senseless attack kept her unperturbed.
It made others disturbed.
The basis of the barrage was manoeuvred.
It created a silence laboured.
A brutal character assassination left her undeterred.
It instilled an uneasiness deferred.
The fundamental diagnosis was uncivilised.
It designed a hypothetical thesis unsolicited.
A dishevelled verbal dialogue broke the concurrence.
She maintained a composed resilience.
The outbursts slowly dwindled to a weak subservience.
The chaos was none the less a misguided occurrence.
The peevish outcry was one of jealous insurgence.
There developed a gradual resurgence.
She smilingly endured the consequence.
She valiantly emerged a victor out of the turbulence.
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