Meenas PoemsThe fire in the belly
turns and churns in speed
the heart ravages wholly
wanting to achieve the full feed
striving hard finds no place
struggling with effort lands nowhere
the ambitious mind go dazed
the longing heart loses its care
the fire in the process is extinguished
and the wish 
falls down defeated.
A man there be
talking of his greatness
that is how he be
presenting him of holiness.
Holy he be
reading scriptures always
that is how he be
posing himself godly in many ways.
Saint he appears
with religious marks on forehead
that is how he be
demoralising everyone in the tread.
Pious they be
mostly of godmen in their garb
that is how they be
disguising
themselves with a throb.
This is how they be
having an external mask all through
that is how they be
pretending to be religious in true.
Dashing through the board
I hit upon the dashboard
which has a record of mine
that being my posts in a twine
all that be the views for the day
the comments in a way
all in one form and design
that has been great and dwarf
with that of my counterparts
who do shine far more superior
greater in their popularity
and greatest in their reach
I see them with wide open eyes
as the dashboard tells them
with a statistics and graph
t
hat has been a straight hit
that takes me by bit
and prompts me to rummage through
with a reinforced gusto all over.
A thought comes up
might sound little odd
but that keeps me for long
the purpose of living
forces me to deliberate
as I sit alone
watching the birds fly.
What is it I am doing ?
having lived so long
having to live for how many years more?
I really do not know
I see the birds
chattering
existing with no kind of plan
involving into nothing great
just working, eating and sleeping
has been my way all thorough
I notice a bird coming near a window
the monotony of life has an effect
that of strain in the routine
breaking would prove a threat
following the course so long
what have I achieved
nothing real or tangible
I have advanced in age
the little bird sits on the window sill
I now look at it for long
slowly realising the truth
loneliness is only a feeling
and the prodding I did all along
have unfolded a deep truth
that of life in all its form
telling me about being born
have to go through the life cycle
that is ordained for one
whether it be for good or bad
making it remarkable or functional
is not in our hands entirely
the will and the wish have to be there
along with the conductivity and conduciveness
which create an environment of meaningful transaction.
the bird in a wink flies into the wilderness
Trash it is they say
Spam it is they cry
Junk it is they fold
Rubbish it is they throw
Foul it is they shout
Fraud it is they scream
Well, that being the world
where all things get shrouded
taking the cue from it straight
getting into the middle right
destroying the peace
that be the fabulous fees
one has to pay to close.
A flower smiles
is it for you too ?
Not so much in the line
with a glossy fine
its petals expressing a greet
while its colour giving a treat
that be the greatest clue
for me to find it true
that flower smiles at me
whenever I see with glee
might be a reflection
as I see a deflection
a degree almost 360
going by a luminosity
that a smile could bring
beating the illuminations in a swing
enhancing the soul to a brim
dispelling the total grim
next time you see a flower
try to capture her smily flavour
Well, she smiles forever
as long as she be in a blossom
enchantingly the flower is awesome.
With a source so little
with thoughts being extensive
both the source and thoughts
being at loggerheads
he attempting to coordinate
the monetary part of his cycle
with the metaphysical one
a job too tough to fuse
forcing him to infuse
a strict measure in the schedule
a slight deviation and an include
would land him in trouble
as of always the mercenary part
overpowering the imaginary clout
the mind coming out of the blue
allowing the heart to sink with a glue
that has always been a story in the mould
that be true,
significant and gold
The morning looks dull
with people not seen about
nothing happens in full
as there is none going out.
What be the cause I wonder
I could infer nothing so far
as I think about in a ponder
I trace nothing great ajar.
It might be a holiday, I conclude
holidays are spent not at home I know
as people go over with a schedule
visiting places with glee in a row.
What else would it be? I think aloud
while my son sits facing me with a tease
What is your botheration now? he talks loud
Keep going not thinking of things in pieces.
Telling him of my deliberation straight
he unable to control his laughter
holds my hand and says with words right
you have other things to care about now and after.
Still my mind persists on its thought
wanting to know why the day is lifeless
my son reaches me with a plot
taking me into the city for a drive never
theless
Living things beautiful or ugly
live together in a medley
none to be praised for beauty
none to be teased for ugly.
All do have a sail and an aim
Looks not matter in fame
Nothing to hate or blame
as it is all in the game.
Love being blind
sees no reason or colour
it loves blind.
Love is blind
seeing with long sighted vision
it goes blind.
Love is blind
leading not through the course
it becomes blind.
Love is blind
crossing not with easy jump
it turns blind. 
Meenas Poems 