Meenas PoemsThe weather is pleasant.
Rains and temperature drop
make the days lovely.
Used to bright sunshine
being humid, November
is cool and calm.
The one defective part
is the onset of infections.
The onslaught is deplorable.
Fever, dengue
and swine flu abound
an appalling situation.
The cyclones add to the misery
with landslides and roof collapse
along with loss of lives..
Happiness and grief
seamlessly merge.
A sequence less known.
Symbolic of life
which holds
success and failure
The average of all
be it in a call
one of a revenue
computing all avenues ‘
the expenses and income
where profit turns a welcome
work we then the average
keeping the entries in range.
Said of the revenue in the primary
followed by the weather not secondary
the temperatures of the days
along with the humidity in ways
contemplating on tomorrows
calculating the variations in course
arrive at a reliable average
keeping the variations in range.
More so of the medical parameters
the average’s role is one of a nominator
the higher the value be could be a disaster
being low also directs a deflector
so the results should be accurate in terms
a deviation would pronounce alarming forms
inferring a pathological average
keeps the variations in range.
The way the average works on with attention
could be a clipped module for the assumption
never could it be taken as the only revelation
as each one has a varied intimations
the individual comes as a concentrate
a blind follow would discriminate
the good and the bad with a strategic follow
that is how average has to be considered in an allow.
Erratic it is everywhere
the weather is so
floods inundate
snowy blizzards overtake
drought dampens
winds overwhelm
that be for nature.
Come past by the countries
planes disappear for long
innocent school children killed
men held hostage in a cafe
passerby falls a prey to a bomb
a toddler guns down his parents
what could be more hazardous?
Where does the world go?
Does it go North or South?
Why such gruesome deeds happen?
what makes nature behave so bad?
I question, you interrogate
we introspect and end up
with Humpty Dumpty’
All the kings men could not put
Humpty Dumpty together again
The drying yard looked parched
the washed clothes quickly dried
the pathway was horribly hot
the man stood there all caught
not in the rain that drenched
but under the sun that scorched
pivoted to the centre of the road
with cars on either side of the board
he could not move hastily all the way
creeping and negotiating through possible ways
he half burnt and more or less dead
reached home and flung on his bed
totally dehydrated and almost panting
as his wife rushed to him worrying
fed him with lot of plain water and juice
which relieved him from the bruise
resulting out of excessive heat .
I see heat really with my eyes
How come ? you might ask. as if it is a lie
It is seen actually right before
The roads glitter in the sun all the more
It is silvery everywhere across the tar road
The glare is too much to bear on board
It is so shining and blinding
catching the eyes in a ring
not really capturing the eyes as such
not really seizing the eyes as much
Well really ceasing the eye sight
it being so shiny and reflective in a bite
that I could not see over at all
but see the heat alone while I fall
Hope you come to terms with me now
Where ?you would ask to know
Oh! let me tell you the place
it is so in Malaysia
where the heat is existential with might
with no rains almost for a fortnight
while my washed clothes dry up in an hour
my plants wither in twenty four hours
my trees dry up in a week mostly
while I suffer a sun stroke essentially
withstanding the exhaustion efficiently
a little exposure to the sun
tan the complexion not brown
but turning to soot black
Well, that is how is Malaysia
with heat circulating around
and 
rains not be found
It being a season of cold
being called as winter
with temperature falling below zero
and snow pouring in extra
there arises a stand still
with people not allowed to move
being not possible to go out
as the freezing cold is so penetrating
sending a biting chill and stinging kill
going into the chest and lungs harshly
causing a breathlessness terrible
and a suffocation untold greatly
a choke that creates a mild improvisation
that being the vagaries of weather
commanding a despondency and despair
funny it looks and sly it appears 
with all the technology advancement
man could never compete with Nature
nor could he become immortal.
The flowers are looking dazed.
The freshness has effaced.
There is no lovely trace.
They escape from the gaze.
Sad to see them in such state.
They seem to fumble great
Not cheerful at any rate.
but drooping dry in chaste.
Flowers usually bring cheer
They are to be held dear.
Keeping them close and near
will add to the lively steer.
These flowers seem to wither
looking from thither
they appear fighting with factors other
braving the heat and weather
Liking the day to a dog
calling it dog’s day
looks so strange and apathetic
as the dog known for its faith
has got an image of disillusion
carrying with it a deride
and tease and even
extending it to a ridicule
calling the sultry
hot weather as dog’s day.
Madness creeps in fast
during this extreme weather
causing a languid inertness .
Well, if that be the reason
what about the lunacy
that ails the community
in pleasant weather and
embittering cold climate.
How would have
Aristotle or Socrates
addressed this loss of mind?
There is a
weather forecast,
The sky looks overcast,
The clouds gather fast,
It becomes dark ,very dark at last.
It seems as if it is going to rain,
Condensed vapours stand like a train,
Wetness can be felt in the grain,
It becomes dark ,very dark at last.
Expecting good rains the farmer becomes cheerful,
Starts counting his gains hoping a return resourceful,
Bloats with pride aiming a harvest bountiful,
It becomes dark ,very dark at last.
“Did it rain ?”you ask me, at last,
“It did and it did not” !I say downcast,
Rains are like men to the last,
They promise and break in an overcast.
Believe neither rain nor man entirely,
Both are charming but perfidious ambiguously,
Both preach but not practise regularly,
Alas! It has become dark, very dark ,at last.
The day is unusually cool with slight drizzle,
Leaving us in a state of mirth and cheer,
So long the scorching heat made us muzzle,
Pushing us to undue perspiration and fiery fire.
The pleasant morn was salubrious and breezy,
The trees tossed their leaves in new-found joy,
The flowers in the plants fluttered crazy,
The enlivened city behaved like a tom – boy.
The streets became alive with hurried moves,
The shops wore a grand festive look,
The schools opened their doors for sportive proves,
A little fall in farenheit listed a veritable shook.
The energy sucked out from habitation,
Sullied the eloquence of the town,
Sending them to a reeling desolation,
Promoting a freckled famished frown.
This day many schedules got oriented,
With proven care and personal supervision,
The other days cast a feverish unbearable spell,
Subjecting imminent duties to an untold procrastination.
See, what a change the temperate weather brings,
Relieving the pains of excessive tension of intolerable heat,
Look, what a progress would ensue out of spontaneous sings,
Relaxing the fretting mind of pressing deliberate beat.
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