Meenas PoemsLooking into one’s eyes
with a straight gaze
gets into the lies
if there is any base
telling more of the ties
with a firm trace
evolving into a try
knowing more in a quick
entering into a buy
finally seeing through the trick
thus concluding it is a blatant lie.
The pressure is rising
It is stifling.
Going a little forward
sends in a big push backward.
back to the old status.
With fingers crossed
with a sullenness embossed
he sits dazed in a corner
knowing not
how to win over?
He would win over.
His friend assures him over and over.
But he has lost hope entire.
Having been true and sincere
he receives no reward ever
Having been diligent and hard-working
leaves him with nothing.
He sits dazed in a corner
knowing not
how to win over?
He would win over
It looks he would not win over.
The righteous get setbacks initially.
They are in tight spots temporarily.
They are not in the majority.
So their fight appears a waste outwardly.
As all know truth is triumphant finally
He would win and regain confidence
as he stands for truth with evidence
He would certainly emerge victorious.
Taking everything for the face value
has been his habit for long
Believed in everything that was said
You might call him a knave
but truly he is an intellect.
You might dub him an imbecile
but really he is docile still creditable..
You might accord him a degradation
but in reality you should give him a promotion.
He is a believer in truth
and feels everyone talks truth nothing else
while here everyone talks everything
other than truth in leaps and bounds.
Being a staunch believer and rigorous follower of principles
he is finding it hard to comprehend the worldly words.
So he takes up everything for their face value.
A true man living amidst fakes and liars.
The truth lies
everywhere and almost in everyplace
but not seen. 
The road not taken by anyone
stretched beautifully across
with large trees and bushes
finely cut and principally designed
with a line of flowering plants
blooming with red, yellow and pink
Having a semblance of tapestry
and giving out a sense of honesty
Questioning what has the road
to do with honesty I sit up and
answer you that anything
pretty and dainty and picturesque
anything loving and exhilarating
has a link to honesty
leading to a significance
that it is none other than
that truth is beauty
and beauty is truth
a theme emphatically impressive
and instantly enlivening.
The business of others
is theirs and theirs alone.
Poking into others affairs
is an unwelcome trend
but of late getting gleam
Talking about others
adding fringes
in the manner of lies
curtailing truth
by removing the bytes
making the story’
attractive and credible
has become the
business of most.
Let such tribes
flourish and go ahead
as they are the ones
who make hay while
the sun shines.
A drunk man never tells lies
I know not for sure.
Drunkenness if in rise
makes the mind poor
leaving it in a numbed state
unaware of good and bad.
As such there is no rebate
and he talks with a note sad.
The alertness gets abated
and his talk seems not a fad.
Lies are built by the mind strong.
To speak truth there is no skill required
That being the validity of the case in a throng
the saying drunkard talks truth as gained
popularity and significance also in songs.
Talking straight is a trait.
Liked by a very few.
Not palatable to many .
A guy standing out of the crowd
speaks nothing but the truth
in no terms to bargain.
He is an odd man out 
in this world of adjournments
where there is lot of adjustments.
He talks little with sharp wit
Speaks out only when called for
never aligning himself to a faux pas
That being so he lives on
in a place of his own happy
living in great harmony
Our man with a tongue
speaking ideals earns not more
as praise or money.
He is not praised
None eulogise him
Yet he lives honourably.,
Worship is voluntary or involuntary.
A curious thought sets in involuntarily.
Reverence is the basis for worship truly.
Fear is a part of the fundamental undoubtedly.
Worshipping God has become a ritual.
Praying has turned to be beneficial.
Pleading for mercy is sacramental
Worship includes a ceremony artificial.
Worshipping Man has taken lively coordination.
Going after the wealthy is a fashionable attraction.
Running behind the powerful is a feverish aspiration.
Hero worshipping comprises a scenario of destruction.
Respect should come naturally from within.
Force should not surface across the skin.
Nor tear it with an incisive spin.
Worship leaves a volume of actions to begin.
Pilgrimage to holy places is one of the ways.
Offerings to God is another way.
Conducting ceremonies is an expensive way.
Appeasing God has become everyone’s way.
Fear of the future wields a sway grave
Finance assumes a close shave.
Illness consumes the heart of the brave.
Driving every other to a tumultuous rave.
Resorting to worship is the easiest design.
Diamonds,gold silver add to the shine.
People flock to the shrine.
Hoping to convert their suffering to gain.
Worshipping in itself is divine.
If it for a cause it is but vain.
It is truth that holds the reign.
Eventually truth would always remain.
A straight road is ahead.
There seems no turns in the stead.
It is a long stretch ahead
Yes, go straight to the stead.
The way takes you straight.
Exposing nothing in the trait.
It is nothing but straight.
Everything else reflects the trait.
It is monotonous travel right.
Going steady without a flight.
Believe it is a certainty right.
Moving forward without a fight.
Surely, you would reach the destination late.
Nothing to press an acceleration in the slate.
Struggling you achieve the nominations very late.
It is a gradual but slow realization on the slate.
Realizing you get straight to your end.
Crossing the sea of life without a bend.
That is how you have to live up to the end.
Straight in stature without a single bend.
Meenas Poems 