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 Azhagar sets out from the temple. His palanquin decorated with flowers. shines with a golden hue. He reclines on a velvet. bolster Crowds flock to capture a glimpse of him. He is to give his sibling in wedlock to Shiva. His entourage moves. He blesses his devotees. He carries with him a treasure, ...

Can't be better put.
Well done.

Like the way, you handle this form.
This is new to me.
I have to learn a lot from you.
I write what comes to my mind.
I do not think of the forms and techniques.
Well, that is Meena.

Welcome to the forum.

Thanks for reading and commenting.
I will consider your suggestions.

I go up the Himalayas reach the summit. I view from the Everest  the world below.  The sky overhead is near spreading a blue incandescence. I hear no noise. It is quiet. Damn close. Fear shoves me forward. I remain firm. Sensing a vulnerability. I masquerade. I grapple. I stumble I am suspended. Ex...

Thanks, Bernie.

I like the way you critique a poem. I welcome your comments. I attach a value to them too.

I am in Malaysia bearing the hot sun. It is terrible.

Meena.

"Om, Om", rises from the abdomen, flows through the lungs comes out from the mouth the nostrils, the ears reverberate. The eyes close The brain registers. The body transfuses. It is a mantra, rather, a chant, call it an intonation, a sound that rises, circumvents, spreads, ebbs, endows. A magical, n...

It is nice. I like the imagery.

The hot Malaysian sun pierces through me with force sneaks into every bone and nerve. I stay indoors. The sun like mad peeps through the windows. Burns my front and back. I am roasted. I drink pints of plain water, tender coconut in litres I long for more. Mild irritation sets in Thirst numbs my spi...

Thanks, Michael.
Wordsworth's Daffodils is a masterpiece.


Meena.

Thanks, Frank.
I will switch over to present active.

Meena.

Your poems are short and crisp. This one is no exception. I like it for its expressions.

Revision. Sitting in my porch overlooking the lawn I, as a school girl. used to spend my evening just gazing at the flowerbed. The roses were sparse small in size, more like a bud with their tips of yellow red and orange flames. The sunflower behind it brandished a golden yellow the orange sunset at...

Thanks for the suggestions, Bob.
I will consider during the revision.

Revision. Sitting in my porch overlooking the lawn I, as a school girl. used to spend my evening just gazing at the flowerbed. The roses were sparse small in size, more like a bud with their tips of yellow red and orange flames. The sunflower behind it brandished a golden yellow the orange sunset at...

Is it what you call a reverse poem?

Meena,

1. Meena 2. meenas17@gmail.com 3. It is my original. 4. It is unpublished. 5. I am not representing the current IBPC The poem as I would like it forwarded Doing Something Worth The Nothing. My friends ask "What do you do all day?" I smile. It is been not once. I want to ask them "What do you want me...

Thanks, Frank. I have sorted out the speech literals.

Meena.

Gopikrishna dances in the cosmic tantalized stay the Gopis. Bama and Rukmini are struck by Cupid's arrow. The churning of curd comes to a still. Their smile reddens their face mind you not one of anger one of a stimulation. Gopikrishna's music reverberates. The melody flows across. The flute elicits...

Rightly defined, Michael.
Time and place have no significance in my life.

Wherever I am I m happy.
Whatever I do I am happy.

I am what I am.
Again, doing something worth the nothing.

Thanks for commenting.

Meena.

Revision My friends ask "What do you do all day?" I smile. It is been not once. I want to ask them "What do you want me to do?" They continue with a curiosity, "How do you spend time in a small town?" I laugh. It has been on several occasions. I wish to question them "Small or big, does it matter?" ...

Thanks, Bob. a short critique, but encompassing.

Thanks, Frank for going into the details.
I will revise the poem accordingly.

Meena.

Hello or Aloha Frank, O'ahu is an island with beaches like any other beaches, with waterfalls like any other waterfalls. It has no volcanoes, no rivers, or lava.The Kanaka Maoli were distant as one can expect when so many foreigners visit the island. The music of the guitar was heard. Nothing more t...

Meenie celebrates her husband's seventy-third birthday terms it as the seventieth. She wants it that way. She distributes gifts to her kith and kin. Leaves a family wantonly. Meenie schemes. She is tutored by the Machiavellian Sevag. The family mind, not her indifference attend the function. She tel...