Meenas PoemsThe thunder is in full swing
the rain has taken its wings
the tumult is not a fear anymore
being a pleasure all the more
the breeze blows gently
moist laden in plenty
a beautiful experience
after a day of a penance
one of unbearable heat
enough to beat
even a strong lad
it seemed very bad
as of now the rains
pour in a voluminous strain
blessed be the people around
cheer being seen in the surround.
Could hear the thunder
it is going to be a wonder
the clouds gather so quick
would it rain in a tick?
wait and wait for hours
what has happened to nature’s power?
stands it bereft of all strength
weak and frail to the tenth
the thunder slowly wanes into silence
rains retreat leaving a climatic violence.
The thunder was mild
seemed the sky was murmuring by itself
looked as though it was grumbling
going on for some time in a way soft
it gained momentum and started rocking
with a big blast and a noise
deafening the surrounding altogether
the rains got gathered in the clouds
and were preparing to fall as droplets
there arose a big voluminous sound
sonorous as it could be and frightening
giving a feel that the world has collapsed
with that the rains started to fall
with a force not known so far
coming down in torrence with a lash
drenching the area totally
making it marshy and slushy
unable to cross through
while the rain went on for days together
deluding the ground with great speed
and the land appeared like a boat
mired in the huge ocean
striking hard to reach the shore
but getting no way in the midst
apparently hard and incredible
as a wade through would pose a risk
Days and months would go along
just for clearing up the mess
and diffusing the stress
a patien
ce is the need of the hour
as far as the murmur that has gone beyond
ending up in a devastation and havoc great
Thunders rock the sky
bringing excess rain along
resonating and rejuvenating
at the same time.
The auto gate stopped working.
Pressing the remote with force
tried the best to induce moving.
Lo! it creaked hoarse.
It remained stubbornly stuck.
It was late in the night.
Shook the gate with a pluck.
It remained fastidiously tight.
Afraid to stand alone in the lane.
as there started thunder and lightning.
Lost patience and soon became insane
Heavy torrential rain started pouring.
Fully drenched I kicked the gate.
It was as adamant as a mule.
Cursing badly the fate
Got hold of a rusty tool.
With the tool lifted the railings from below.
Dried grass and leaves lay settled there.
Pulled the coarse stuff from the hollow.
It gave a clearance without a snare.
Drying my hand with a tissue.
Wiping the water from the face
expecting no probable issue
pressed the remote in phases.
Slowly the jam got released.
The gate moved with hiccups.
I was immensely pleased
as the gate went through a lap up.
It looked as if it is going to rain.
The clouds grew dark as if in feign.
But the effort was in vain.
As the expected did not happen in the main.
Thunder also joined the game.
The sound was tremendous not to blame.
But the work was only lame.
As nothing happened to name.
Lightning stepped into the fray.
The shine was a blinding in the bay.
But the schedule was not gay.
As everything indicated an event stray.
The rain played hide and seek.
Its downpour was in streak.
But the entire schedule was meek.
As everything disappeared with a shriek.
It was dark and serene.
Clouds moved across,.
lightning struck ahead,
thunder blasted over,
rains lashed with force,
the scene was sombre,
the light effect was dazzling,
the sound was deafening,
creating an orchestra,
neither of mirth,
nor of melancholy,
but of reality,
and of credibility.
There was a loud thunder,
Then a silence,
There was a great fall,
Then a silence,
There was a hideous clash,
Then a silence,
There was a deliberate blow,
Then a silence,
There was a terrific gunning,
Then a silence,
There was heart-rending cry,
Then a silence,
There was a rattling prattle,
Then a silence,
There was a deafening noise,
Then a silence,
There was, there was ,everything loud,
Yet, there was, there was ,
then a silence.
So much so the clouds were gathering ,
So much so the sun was descending,
So much so the dusk was slowly setting,
So much so there was an eye tearing lightning,
Followed by a thunder deafening.
Many a heart jumped out in apprehension,
Many a voice got stifled with emotions,
Many an ear lost the power of attention,
Many a gadget was snapped of its connections,
Many a hut caught fire in the commotion,
As the thunder thundered in terrific motion.
LIttle do we pay heed to Nature’s fury,
Little do we respect Nature’s cosy,
Little do we acclaim Nature’s glory,
Little do we endorse Nature’s theory,
Little do we read Nature’s story,
Un mindful we carry on with our selfish booty.
The sky was blue and crystal clear,
The day was bright and sunny,
There was a great momentum and cheer,
Suddenly there was a change funny,
Dark clouds sauntered idly like a bear,
The hot sun sank as a dummy,
Drops of water fell likely on the rear,
Subdued noises emanated from the sky’s tummy,
Blinding lightning dazzled with a tear,
A loud ear-splitting sound tore the ear phony.
Off went the electricity without a glare,
Drops of water fell likely on the rear,
Subdued noises emanated from the sky’s tummy,
Blinding lightning dazzled with a tear,
A loud ear-splitting sound tore the ear phony.
Off went the electricity without a glare,
The computer lost its capacity in a fussy,
The television stopped its activity in a tear,
All the kitchen gadgets halted forsaking the gravy,
Leaving me alone to fend with my self-defensive care,
My hands skilfully aided me in my duty,
My eyes deftly led me through without a stare,
My legs strongly took me to places in reality
Whatever may be the eventual casualty
I will be myself , truly myself ,without a flare.
Meenas Poems 