Tomorrow I will be Happy
Small child dressed shabbily,
His eyes dusty, hair shaggy.
'When I will grow big,
I would have sweets many,
I would play throughout the day,
And would be free from elder's tyranny,
Tomorrow I will be happy.”
Hearing, HITESH laugh heartily.
Schoolboy donning dress neatly,
His eyes sleepy, hair curly.
'When I will grow big,
I will see movies many,
I will roam throughout day,
And would be free from teacher's tyranny,
Tomorrow I will be happy.”
Hearing, HITESH laugh heartily.
Teenager sporting T-shirt trendy,
His eyes dreamy, hair lengthy.
'As I have grown big,
I would have girl friends many,
Soon completing boring study,
Would earn early and marry promptly.'
Tomorrow I will be happy,
Hearing HITESH laugh heartily.
Worried man wearing suit perfectly,
His hair receding, eyes weary.
'Soon my son will grow up,
After completely his costly study
Would earn dough plenty,
And fulfilled dreams many.'
Tomorrow I will be happy,
Hearing HITESH laugh heartily.
Old man wearing clothes dirty,
His vision dimly, hair hoary.
'Now I have grown old,
Fate has made joke cruelly,
Soon completing life sickly,
Will die and free from misery.'
In next life I will be happy,
Hearing HITESH WEEP heartily.
poem by Hitesh Sheth
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Ode to Karate
He practiced karate with verve
And suddenly sharp pain shot through his nerve
And his heart started to rejoice
Hearing his beloved God’s voice
Saying that he delighted in him the most
For he used the muscle
Which’s function was lost.
Dr Hitesh C Sheth
03/05/2009
poem by Hitesh Sheth
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Androgynous
Here come dick, hes wearing a skirt
Here comes jane, yknow shes sporting a chain
Same hair, revolution
Same build, evolution
Tomorrow whos gonna fuss
And they love each other so
Androgynous
Closer than you know, love each other so
Androgynous
Dont get him wrong and dont get him mad
He might be a father, but he sure aint a dad
And she dont need advice that he send to her
Shes happy with the way she looks
Shes happy with her gender
Mirror image, see no damage
See no evil at all
Kewpie dolls and urine stalls
Theyll be laughed at
The way youre laughed at now
Now, something meets boy, and something meets girl
They both look the same
Theyre overjoyed in this world
Same hair, revolution
Unisex, evolution
Tomorrow whos gonna fuss
And tomorrow dick is wearing pants
And tomorrow janies wearing a dress
Future outcasts and they dont last
And today, the people dress the way that they please
The way they tried to do in the last centuries
song performed by by Fastball
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Hairy Woes
(This not a poem. One day I thought whether I could write about hair problems and this is what I could come up with. Have a good hair day.)
Oh all the balding men of the world! Neither split your hair nor let your hair down; instead, get up to fight against hair experts and hair industries because, you have nothing to loss except hairs, which you are already losing anyway.
The scientific study published in, 'International Journal of Fake Studies', has proven beyond doubt that, all kinds of hairs and particularly black hairs, absorb sun light and thus indirectly contribute to the global warming whereas, shining bald pates reflect sun light back into the atmosphere, thus help to make earth’s climate cool. So taking these facts in account, bald persons should be given the tax rebate in form of carbon credits whereas, high taxation should be levied on persons with hair for leaving carbon footprints behind.
It is true my friend, that you are paying the tax as well as losing your hair, but try to imagine a plight of less fortunate ones, who neither earn enough money to pay the tax nor have enough hair to loss.
'Son! Why do you worry about your hair problems; get me mustards seeds from the home, that doesn't have hair problems', thus spake enlightened sage, hearing which young man became calm.
The biggest cause of hair fall, dandruff and other hair related problems is existence of hair.
No person with hair on his head, can solve all your hair problems, neither can the person without hair.
As, not all the armies of the world, can stop the idea whose time has come so, not all the hair experts can stem the progress of baldness, whose time has come.
Only two things are universal, hair problems and human stupidity, but I have doubt about former, thus spake Einstein of hair science.
Not all the trichologists, dermatologists and hair experts together, armed with shampoos, hair oils, hair dyes and herbal ointments can cure all the hair ailments, as long as hairs are there.
As long as hairs are there, there are going to be hair problems, similarly as long as shrinks are there, there are going to be mental problems.
The hair industry expands their business by perpetuating the two myths, first is there are more hair at unwanted place and other is, there are less hair at desired place.
Hair here, hair there, hair everywhere similarly: problem here, problem there, problem everywhere.
He fell in love with her hair and married the whole girl, soon he was without hair.
In early part of his life man losses his hair to earn money then he uses same money to gain hair back.
Don't bask in a glory of the hair, you used to have in past, instead tell me, do you have gorgeous hair now?
There is some truth in a myth that the bald men are fortunate; to begin with, they don't have to spend their fortune on comb, hair products, hair cuts and last but not least girls.
There are more blondes on streets of India than women of the rest of the world put together; thanks to Garnier. Take Care.
White hair is nothing but a flag hoisted by a tired life, signaling armistice with hostile time, which eventually leads to surrender to the death.
Blessed are the monks who shave their hair themselves, a symbol of a vanity of the world, because nature is going to destroy that vanity eventually anyhow.
Oh Sinner! Vain is your attempt to hide your sins, for sins will shine in your life as bald pate shines through the sparse tufts of hair.
It is irony that the monks who do not care for their hair often have beautiful and luxuriant hair.
Trees are nothing but hair of Gaia, the earth; if you destroy, them then earth too would take her revenge by creating conditions, that won't allow the hair to stay on your crown.
More often than not, one owns heir are responsible for one owns hair fall.
If you cannot prevent hair fall, enjoy it.
15/01/2011
Dr Hitesh C Sheth
poem by Hitesh Sheth
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Tomorrow People
A time warp scene
A cy-fi story
A dirt coloured love
Hey hope for glory
I like to fight,
I kill global oppression
If I quit, no hope of redemption
Blue eyes crying in the rain
For how long
Tomorrow people
I laugh tomorrow gone
For how long
Tomorrow people
Tomorrow people
Well you know Im free on arrival
Left behind my babe, by guilt of survival
I dont know where Im runnin to
I lost my love, lost my hold,
I lost my heaven too
Blue eyes crying in the rain
For how long
Tomorrow people
I laugh tomorrow gone
For how long
Tomorrow people
Blue eyes crying in the rain
For how long
Tomorrow people
I laugh tomorrow gone
For how long, soon come
Tomorrow people
Tomorrow people
Yah come on loud
Now my life is truly misspent
I said
Im here to tell you, to tell you
That I wont repent
World war iii
Death pain
Its fate lets do it again
Tomorrow man
Tomorrow people
Tomorrow man
Tomorrow people
Tomorrow man
A time warp scene
A ci-fy story (tomorrow people)
A dirt coloured sky (tomorrow people)
New hope for glory
I like to fight
I kill global oppression
(tomorrow people)
When I quit, new hope for redemption
(tomorrow people)
Blue eyes crying in the rain
Tomorrow people
I laugh tomorrow gone
Tomorrow people
Tomorrow people
Tomorrow people
Tomorrow people
Tomorrow people
song performed by by Billy Idol
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Coming Out
In the world full of mads
He confessed he is sane-
At last he comes out.
Dr Hitesh C Sheth
20/07/09
poem by Hitesh Sheth
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An Insurance of Universe
After reading news
That in years few
Universe will collapse
So to get solace
I ran to the Insurance Company
with request to insured the universe completely
And to my utter surprise
The crooked company readily obliged.
Dr Hitesh C Sheth
29/12/2008
poem by Hitesh Sheth
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A Zen Monk
Calm Sage
Indifferent
Unconcerned
Waited
PATIENTLY.
And Poor Problem
Tired of
For want of attention
Solved itself
COMPLETELY.
Dr Hitesh C Sheth
11/12/2008
PS: There is a level of consciousness in which solution precedes problem.And problem comes to give delight, which we get while solving some puzzle which's answer is already known
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An Oscar Award in Heaven
She had acted all her life
as mother, daughter and wife
She faked pleasure, when there was none;
She feigned gusto, when zest was gone.
She smiled at people, she would like to kill;
She scoffed at charmer, who gave her thrill.
She obeyed her boss, she longed to rebel
She served the persons, She desired in hell.
Thus she acted happy all her life,
In her world full of pain and strife.
At last her journey ended
And in heaven her soul landed.
In the heaven there was Oscar giving ceremony
And on Hollywood actress, all bet their money.
But as usual, Man proposes and God disposes
So actress lost and she won Oscar with roses.
God Announced: “Actress acted only in movies,
But she acted when her life was scarred,
Her acting is really thrilling and groovy,
So not the actress but she deserves Oscar.'
Dr Hitesh C Sheth
19 /07/2010
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I'm Goona Copy
I’m surely gonna copy,
Be it poem, DVD or floppy,
And win Nobel Prize and trophy.
I will copy poets all
Whether they are big or small
Ya! No one can make me stop
Till I scale a fame’s highest top.
At the beginning of age
When God made men in his own image
He started this “Plagiarist” trend
Which I am not gonna end.
And what is creativity?
If not an ability to hide
a source of theft
with impunity.
When there is nothing
original under the sun,
Why should I copy not
and deprive myself of fun.
So I’ll copy them word by word
be they Pablo, Shakespeare or Wordsworth.
I’ll copy them from morn to evening
And would excel HITESH and Kipling.
Can you prove, they were not plagiarist,
And had not copy from some poet’s list.
You can inform FBI, KGB or CIA,
But I won’t stop my wanton ways.
And I will copy without shame,
Till I earn big name and fame.
I will copy till people start copying me,
And then and then only I will
give up this vice with glee.: -)
(This poem is a sequel to poem, “hay all you people that like to copy” written by Melissa Schreuder)
Dr Hitesh C Sheth
19/05/2009
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The Swan Song of a Falling Leaf
Now I am rocked in the air
By the winds of death and despair
Rushing to the burial ground
Whereon wait the ash-strewn mounds.
Not long ago I was a budding leaf
Sipping the wind of joy sans grief
I would laugh at yellow chaps
Greeted their fall with thunderous claps.
Hallucinating that I and pyramid are alike,
Which a storm of death would fail to strike.
But slowly time painted me yellow,
Not unlike my long lost fellows.
At last my blinded pride
Wayward coz of lack of guide
Sees that neither joy nor pain
But death is a life’s lasting gain.
Dr Hitesh C Sheth
30/08/2009
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The Happy Person
In a World where many have ulcers due to worry and stress
And where people are judged by material success
And since everyone answers to the reaper's call
The happy one is the most successful of all.
For the top job the happy one does not compete
And the happy one never feels sad in defeat
Not to be a hero or catch the big fish
Just to be happy in life is the happy one's wish.
The happy one can be a he or a she
But to find such a person do not look for me
Since like many others i feel weighed down by care
Though people like me they have never been rare.
The happy one everyone wishes to know
And the friends of the happy one in numbers grow
One who is not tainted by conceit or guile
And one who finds it easy to laugh and to smile
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The happy Person
In a World where many have ulcers due to worry and stress
And where people are judged by material success
And since everyone answers to the reaper's call
The happy one is the most successful of all.
For the top job the happy one does not compete
And the happy one never feels sad in defeat
Not to be a hero or catch the big fish
Just to be happy in life is the happy one's wish.
The happy one can be a he or a she
But to find such a person do not look for me
Since like many others i feel weighed down by care
Though people like me they have never been rare.
The happy one everyone wishes to know
And the friends of the happy one in numbers grow
One who is not tainted by conceit or guile
And one who finds it easy to laugh and to smile.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Unbelievable Dream
Fish drowned in the sea
And bird fell from the tree
Elephants began to fly
And money rained from the sky
Bullock pulled the plane
And car lifted the crane
Lions started bleating
And goats started roaring
Servant fired his maid
And Hitesh became a poet great.
poem by Hitesh Sheth
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Tomorrow Never Comes
(words & music by ernest tubb - johnny bond)
Oh you tell me that you love me
Yes you tell me that you care
That tomorrow well be married, oh
But tomorrows never there
Oh tomorrow never, never comes
Oh tomorrow never comes
Now you tell me that you love me, oh
But tomorrow never comes
Many weeks now have I waited
Oh many long nights have I cried
But just to see that happy morning, happy morning
When I have you right by my side
But tomorrow will never come, oh no, no
Tomorrow never gonna come
Now you tell me that you love me
But tomorrow never, never comes
So tomorrow Ill be leaving
Yes tomorrow Ill be gone
But tomorrow youll be weeping, oh
But tomorrow will never, never come
Well tomorrow will never, never come
Oh no, tomorrow aint never gonna come
Yeah, yeah, you tell me, you tell me
That you love me, but tomorrow never comes
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Fathers’ Day,2008
The Fathers’ Day goes well forgot;
The Mothers’ Day is soon forgot;
A mother is a need in life;
A father is a must in strife!
Dad tills the land and sows the seed,
And pushes hoe like bulls indeed;
And when his forehead sweat strikes earth,
The seedling sprouts to give us mirth.
Dad works to earn the sums to pay
All bills; and joyfully goes day;
Dad works on week-ends to earn more,
And keeps all happy, sans eye-sore!
The love of dad is so unique;
Without it, children go so sick;
Remember dad on this great day,
And greet him heartily en way!
Without your mom, life could be sad!
Without your dad, you could go mad!
‘Happy Fathers’ Day,2008! ’
Copyright by Dr John Celes 6-15-2008
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Lady Love
She is standing on my eyelids
And her hair is in my hair
She has the color of my eye
She has the body of my hand
In my shade she is engulfed
As a stone against the sky
She will never close her eyes
And she does not let me sleep
And her dreams in the bright day
Make the suns evaporate
And me laugh cry and laugh
Speak when I have nothing to say
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Erotic Hair
when my hair
gets long enough
after a month
uncut by
my gay barber
they become
so curly
like my pubic
hair
and women
and even gays
love all the curls
of my hair
erotic hair
and i am wearing it
as a crown
understand
i am coping up
with mid-crisis
and i like to
say
i got hair
and they are too curly
like my
(messy) sex life
listen, my life
begins at 69.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A girl with curls...! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
I don’t like my curly hair.
Everyday I say a prayer.
God, please make my hair straight.
I want to make two long plaits.
Do you think He hears my plea?
Oh, she asked innocently of me.
Dear, you look truly like an angel.
But they are always entangled.
Please, please pray for me.
I want hair like you, you see.
Do you think He really loves me?
Darling, He loves everyone you see.
Then why did he make my hair curly.
He loves you very, very dearly.
On hearing this she did a jig.
He must have a heart really big.
I just can’t love everyone.
That boy who teases me, for one.
Then she clapped and ran about.
Kicking the ball, scream and shout.
Forgot all about her curls.
How dainty is my little girl!
Of Anika, for Anika, my grand daughter
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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The Jokers In Our Lives
They are the slap happy
Go lucky people
That often has us in fits
We laugh at their humor
On life till we cry with tears of joy
They bring laughter
To our family and friends
They are the expert clowns
That makes our life so gay
It's never boring
When their around
They make life worth while
To make a child smile
To make a grown women
Laugh with tears in her eyes
Is indeed a god given talent?
So with an appreciated smile
And a loud applause
Let's give it up
To the Jokers in our lives
poem by Kaila George
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Hot Chocolate
Hot Chocolate in the dark,
There’s nothing like it
Especially when it’s with you
I don’t have to pretend that I’m happy anymore,
Because I am when I’m with you
Huddled up on a bench
In the dark and cold
Drinking hot chocolate
And singing our favourite songs
I feel comfortable and safe with you
Enough to be myself, be crazy and let my hair down and laugh
Showing off my true colours
I’m so happy when I’m with you
Just kicking back, Whatever, Wherever, Whenever
For me, it’s just like heaven
Somewhere I love to be
With you, under the stars
With two of the worlds most awesome people
Rachel and Ben
(I dedicate this to you!)
poem by Kat 'Happy Girl' Happy
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