Meenas PoemsThe words hurt
scathe and tear
penetrate and pierce
force a succumb
a surrender at the most
found in a the major
the few stand back
with a rigid silence
come what may
they face with strength
invincible they are
indefatigable they seem
not in seem alone
be so in real terms
like a pillar defiant
turn off all attacks
and go with heads high!
Help is a noble sort
much or big does not matter
the thought bears a stigma
none other charity does hold
help is a form of simple
a talk with love lives long
a hand offered works high
a direction shown stand above
the very thought itself is the culmination
or can I say it a confluence
where charity and philanthropy
born in the abode of help
spread their wings in and around
Mind you, the simplicity should stay
lest it loses its charm in the stream
absolved by the fanfare all ahead.
Ravishingly beautiful
rosy cheeks gleaming
pointed nose piercing
blue eyes shining
with the skin glowing
I saw a girl out of her teens
with poise in her ways
grace in her manner
altogether an embodiment
also in hold of
lively senses sharp
and speech very cordial
words polite and brief
a determination of will
that made her the
Queen of Queens
posing with no pride
but with gentle delicacy
a lovely person besides all
on whole to see and acquaint.
The words come up in closed circuit
giving them a charged wit
as they come one by one
they brighten up the writer
making him work wonders
his thoughts queue up
as they get clothed one by one
they dress up beautifully
lining up before the craftsman
exhibiting a dainty pattern
that meets the eye
and lifts the heart.
An outflow of words
there being no meaning
but be it full of notes
pleasing to the ears
making the heart happy
getting into the depth
there we feel no sense 
as it is a string of words
blowing up too much
nothing pertaining to reality
something bordering on emptiness
yet it reaches many and more
how much it be shallow
that does not bother
but raised to great levels
by the one who uttered
and by the one who heard
that being the easiest way
the facile win all over
called as an interesting conversation
termed as an engaging convention.
The cyclone Phailin raged across the east coast
breaking through the deadly silence with a toast
crashing on the banks with a bang at the utmost
shattering the inhabitation in violence almost
blowing through the seas with a velocity
creating a sonorous guffaw with alacrity
wanting to devour in a splashy flash
all it could in vociferous gigantic gush
as the villagers around cried beating on their head and heart
the destruction led to a crumble and a tumble an
impact great
with people wailing and running aghast in fear
looking for the lost lives and belongings without cheer
as their world cracked under a thunderous storm very near.
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Picking up quarrel often
being common in children
wanes as days go by
while the children grow into adults
the tendency subsides with a virtuosity
bringing in a composure of equanimity
This being the case in general
there be few exceptions as might be
where even septuagenarian quarrels
at the slightest annoyance and delivery
mostly when there is nothing in the basic
but raising the voice and engaging in wordy fights
ill-fitting his age and experience greatly
Well, can not expect anything more from him
as he gets provoked and once went to an extreme
by setting fire to an innocent girl who died
burnt by the flames ignited by this man
it is both the real fire and the wordy smoke
His wrath and foul mouth have framed him
as an evil being detested by all around him.
Bringing to the desk
every other poet’s saying
bidding to live as said
makes one dull and disinterested.
A poet is a creative genius
coming on with his experience
never compelling us to take forth
his sayings as gospel truth.
It is his platform to pour
his thoughts and feelings
a spontaneous outflow of his emotions
that had and has helped him
unload his thoughts in detail
adding colour and a feel
enhancing the read and delivery.
Confronting him at this juncture
interpreting his words
with different connotations
and coordination from the original
lends an agonistic infringement.
Words in all
make up the big world
revolving like ball.
Words in full
turn things into unexpected terms
knocking everything dull.
Words within
words
give the inference a twist
piercing like sword.
Word by word
let out thoughts in part
initiating a nod.
Words play a role
with an expectation
and an anticipation.
Words bring in unity
and a quarrel and in fight
with a slight deviant.
the approach is vital
and the talk is essential
to harmonize in sequel..
With words peace could be brought.
Treaties could be signed
in one direction.
With the same words
war could erupt.
Terrorism could spread
in the other direction.
The word play is great
with the pun and an alliteration
with a satire and slander
with metaphor and simile.
All get ahead in a row
to make the words incite.
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