Meenas PoemsBeing in two minds
is of a precarious kind
being not fully here
being not wholly there.
Being in different thoughts
is in a range being caught
being not acceptable as such
being not bothered as much
.
Being in a place of support
could lead to a purport
being not always independent
being not always reliant.
Being in such a way
would usher in a pay
being confident and gay
being strong would stay.
More at home
never like to roam
a home is a home
small or big
like to dig
eat few figs
read a book with interest
that is the way I rest
with that my life is full of zest
a read, a write and a sleep
with thoughts not very deep
I stay at home all the time
not matter when the clock chimes.
The thoughts ignite
the touch tickles
the words inspire
the experience teaches
the years roll by
with days and hours
not a great difference that makes 
as a baby becomes a toddler
a kid an adult
an adult turns a man
with the wisdom accumulated
that be the normal course
nothing new as it is
you might exclaim
I tell you all the more
natural it might appear
it has so many depths
and so many insights
that keeps us at bay
could I call them an intrigue
could we accept them as the course
with mishaps and accidents on the anvil
with debris and disaster on the premise
with a fall down and falter on the path
I know not what to say
I would keep away
I would be a spectator as well
a silent spectator on the stroll.
it is a sequel natural
no difference in factual
a flow in the river smooth
not in a way uncouth
with the tides rising high
then they slowly die
asymptomatic of the thoughts
that elude when sought
the heart carries a heavy load
could not hold it on board
a pour out is the course
I withhold them by force
they are ready to jump out
do they do so in a let out
my song would strike a theme
one of absolute dream
The thoughts widen
when you see out
of your range
The mind brightens
when you experience
beyond your limits.
It might sound unusual
away from the norms
but whatever be that
the expansion is lively
the extension stimulates.
Go with it steadily
the enlightenment descends
with an illumination
that be the grace
that be the poise
which makes us better
than the counterparts.
The days fly away.
The leaves fall down,
The winds surge above.
The thoughts range behind,
There is a movement always
whatever be the posture
there be an up and down
that of a sideways expanse too.
The revolution of the earth around the sun.
The rotation of the earth on 
its own axis .
The waning and waxing of the moon
all tell us about the motion
The waves coming in and going out
The sky clear turning cloudy.
The day becoming night,
all tell us about the changes routine.
The physic robust tending to become weak.
The youth in form aging to old in frailty
That be the nuances of transition
implying an intrinsic worth and flight
The thought of children
bring to mind their innocence
the love they show in expression
taking us to a delightful relevance
when we turn young and youthful
going back to the days of childhood
where everything was wonderful
reminding us of the days that could
spice and spruce the remaining days
adding charm and thrill to a degree
refreshing the mind in a large way
diffusing the cobwebs in a spree
exalting the spirit with a sustained stay.
Thwarting the plans of others.
threatening to destroy.
throwing out in anger.
throttling one over nothing.
talking high in terms false.
telling lies in notes proud.
has been hs manner
has been his fashion
has been his life
so long and so forth.
Will he change for good?
at least now in his past mid age.
A thought that gets stuck
knowing him for so long
There are ways to find fault.
Going through in a slot.
Peeping through a hole.
Seeing through the whole.
Getting across in a hurry..
Passing comments without worry.
Hurting the person in grades.
Injuring the mind in shades.
Faults do abound when seen through lens.
They do disown when allowing a sense.
There is no absolute perfection in any.
If viewed 
with discriminations many.
It is an abide.
There is nothing to hide.
It is a slide.
Not of a pleasant ride.
It is a side.
Going by the tide.
It is an aid.
Rendered by the paid.
She is a bride
beaming with pride.
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