A cuckoo in morning
I failed to notice the cuckoo in morning
The cool breeze simply sent me warning
It never happened in the past
I failed to recollect when it was last
I was desperate to find lovely bird
She was all the time heard
It was making pleasant sound
There was good or nice to be found
Cuckoo had made great impact in my mind
I was all out for her to find
She entered quietly in life as very kind
I was almost sunk and gone blind
Well, that was her way to remain defiant
The weather was cool but she was absent
There was no melody or sweet voice to be heard
She had gone for ever as I had feared
Some people are missed and they strike often
The memory may emerge and make sad sudden
It is natural to miss certain golden moments
It has its relevance with some movements
Nothing remains standstill or creates vacuum
We only feel bad and simply assume
The saddest part may often emerge and unseat
You often feel guilty and express desire to meet
Love is desired but not deserved
It is to be distantly seen and observed
It can’t be kept in cage or reserved
It is to be felt from within for the purpose to be served
It may not resurface even if you go for
There may be constant struggle or war
It is pitiable condition that you miss
We always hope to realize the wish
Something can’t happen over night
You may not assume it very right
It has bearing on your mind and heart
It had definitely made a good start
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Cuckoo
All birds are distinct and have special character
We may not find them usually in every sector
They have their own way to serve the mankind
Each one holds prominence and has specialists of its kind
Cuckoo is only one with melodious voice
We exclaim and appreciate without any choice
She can air lovely music in air when breeze is cool
Arrival of sun shine may alert even fool
When air is thick with silence and peace
Cuckoo spreads music with simple ease
It may erase any sadness of previous day
New pulse and thoughts with simple way
Pleasant voice is simple music
Generates thrill and creates magic
God may gift it to one in million
Music with beauty may be real union
Cuckoo is black but melody queen
Everybody may listen to and very keen
Pigeon may be called peace ambassador
Cuckoo too may be God’s messenger
I may pray and wish her daily appearance
Draw the inspiration with simple inference
Should we not shed our daily difference?
Cuckoo may serve as ready made reference
We may prefer more cuckoos to crow
Never we feel older, even if grow
Life may be steady with space very slow
With melodious voice face may shine and glow
How this music has come into being?
You get music if you blow in hollow ring
Nature has its own course of providing music
It has natural blessings to serve spell of magic
Flowers, waterfalls and river add to melody
Music to ears is passion for everybody
Lovely cuckoo does it again for mankind
Morning peace descends on earth and pleases mind
Music leaves impact on blind and deaf
It is opening of new kind such as leaf
Human being always loved beautiful bird
Set in silence and peacefully heard
We are spell bound by the melodious songs
It stops person from doing anything wrong
It has blessings from the divine power
Always worshiped and found an answer
It makes lot of difference when it is heard in bird’s voice
What a melody in the ears in the morning devoid of noise
Think of vigor and strength that it offers to ailing body
Health with music and stable mind is anybody’s guess in body
Music has in built wonders in itself
Even birds can do it without any help
If we can resume and get aligned to theme
It is only way open to reach to HIM
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Rules or no rules
Poetry has no rules to go
It has simply to flow
As lines emerge from deep corner
You write it as fast as runner
Rules or no rules
It has to be simple tool
To catch the nerves and make impact
Poetry is as such fine art with single act
I follow nothing
Simply obey the instinct that has to do something
With human mind and touch
Poetry has its own kind to influence as such
Some may say it is boring
Some may listen to it while snoring
Cuckoo reveals it in early morning
Words strike as has rhythm with warning
Wake up! And now time to resume
A bright day with blessings has come
We are all made of simple clay
Poems must spread fragrance when find its way
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Something More
I have nothing more to speak
Days are dreaded and nights are making me weak
She is fully fitted in memory box
Never to be forgotten after I made it hoax
It had made me blind
I was not clever enough to be kind
Enough water has flowed down since thereafter
Small leisure moments are left to think and utter
How that dear cuckoo makes me restless?
Sun never appealed me with brightness
I was in deep love with bright rays
It appeared from east to remain all the day
No doubt she knocks me from no where
I open the eyes but with no strength to dare
I have no answer to her questions
I can only lament and make little mention
Yes I deserved nothing in return
Yet it was not bad turn
Until I made it unholy
To be condemned wholly
Early morning walk makes my pace down
That lovely cuckoo reminds me of love zone
She used to fill it will melody of her own
I too had dreamed of it and was well known
She is no more near to me
Yet I feel like bonded free
Her invasion to privacy remains still live
I got to repent by heart and believe
If dead were speaking
I could have made it for asking
But alas! Dead are gone forever
Never to return to original fold ever
Memories are like coffin
Where lies only skeleton
With mountains of sweet moments
Only to refresh it and resent
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A day to start with....
Why our day starts with beautiful music in ear?
Why it doesn’t fail even for single day in year?
Cuckoo airs melody at an appointed hour
Whole atmosphere echoes it with good odor
All birds have special character
We may find them usually in every sector
They have their own specialty to serve the mankind
Each one holds prominence and has specialty of its kind
Cuckoo is only one bird with melodious voice
We exclaim and appreciate without any choice
She airs lovely music in air when breeze is cool
Arrival of sun shine with her song may alert even fool
It is pleasant to hear her voice with music
It generates thrill and creates good magic
God might have gifted it to one in million
Music with beauty is considered as real union
Cuckoo is black but considered as melody queen
Everybody may listen to and seems to be very keen
Pigeon may be called peace ambassador
Cuckoo too may be called God's messenger
It is early definitely some signal in the morning
Telling the world about impeding danger and stern warning
“You be sweet to all” and remain close to heart
Jump to brisk but later on turn it to good start
Nature is very kind to human being
It doesn’t differentiate between poor and king
Its flow is uniform and even in all the direction
Seasons too follow the suit with equal action
In every action you may witness complete harmony
It may not be possible with us or in fact with many
It is tragedy and must be looked as not good sign
We must love to live with peace and feel fine
If birds don’t ignore the nature then why do we?
Why we remove the trees and make them refugee
We loose the shed and they loose the home
We know nothing and aimlessly roam
Nature never deserts us and offer fine place
How easily we can forget and replace?
We can act thankless and invite the wrath
It is one step away from loosing faith
Had there been any other option for us to follow?
We could have made the land to go barren and allow
Complete destruction of natural property to pave the way
For other things to come up and permanently stay
No body can save us from possible fall out
It will be no retreat but invitation to drought
Complete extermination of mankind without battles fought
What do we seek in reality? Survival or rout?
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Love Is Good Medicine
Love is such good medicine
As it is completely divine
Lord has mixed blessings in it
You may feel enough of strength in feet
Feel glad and very much a part
With clean and good start
It can be proved heavenly
To be felt joyful by you evenly
You might have been cheated
Deceived and left behind as ill fated
Yet all occasions can't be equated
As love is unique and directly related
Sea waters can be turned sweet
Hatred can be removed if you openly greet
Love has enough of strength to combat
Turn bad luck into fortune to look at
What even if you have whole world?
Miss the love and feel barren cold
What has it to do with your lovely feeling?
It may serve as death penalty even if not killing
Storm the fort and capture
Don't be late and make it sure
Just enter as victorious man
With all the elegance of human
Love can never deceive anyone
Its pulse can be felt by everyone
No one must feel if something has gone wrong
Love can be heard in birds, nature or in any song
Enjoy it with cool mind even if forbidden by luck
Love may suddenly emerge and silently strike
You may be caught unaware and feel nervous
Still it is all for you to feel as very good means
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Beautiful Bird
I saw beautiful bird
'Cuckoo' by name and with lovely voice cord
Always there to bring about some cheers for human being
As they love the nature and in praise sing
I saw the pain and dryness in bird's voice cord
The bird watched towards sky and jumped forward
This was not good omen and I feared some bad fallout
I thought of certain short fall in rain resulting in draught
Dark clouds were no where seen
With little sweet melody you can witness the scene
I helplessly observed no change
As bird felt it and could hardly raise
Some people pick the sense and raise the concern
They too predict something bad and speak it in turn
Rain God may not be kind this year
If it is to be believed in ears
Birds give good indication of seasons
Their arrival in time with reasons
They pick it with their hidden sense
They express joy with their presence
Take morning stroll if you can
You may feel freshness of air without fan
It blows gently to instill new energy
A real blessings and chance from almighty
I always to see beautiful things around
Cool breeze to feel and dews on the ground
It is really wonderful to think of best friend
Nature as such is our close ally to stand by
Let us be with birds to celebrate
Enjoy its presence and strongly relate
We have to share more burdens
As we have lost some ground and faith is shaken
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Dina
It is arrival of spring in time
I look around and wonder sometimes
How come the change is noticed?
Flowers of different colors are well received
Well it is good coincidence
I have felt its presence
It is proving love’s essence
I must believe and follow hence
How come heart starts aching?
All signals and pulses catching
Everything appeals in good context
As if I have passed the entrance test
I wish no more sadness remains
All happiness and joy it retains
Love is very much powerful to contain
Make you wet and feel so cool in rain
Lovely days are ahead
Message is clearly understood and read
It is spirit of the spring and cool breeze
I wish it to be pleasant and pass it with ease
I am in love with my spring age
Still wish to remain with it and not come out of cage
Dina has entered the scene with powerful show
I wish to be with new season and go
She is so kind at hart and brilliant
Express powerfully and assertively her intent
She meant to be decisive and very precise
I must think twice and exercise
She is made of different material
Always yes for love and never offered denial
What does she may gain from my closeness?
She has won my heart for kindness
I have shown her my fresh creations
They are serious and not meant for recreations
She has long arm to catch the sense of sentence
She may bluntly halt me without any pretence
As I said she is brilliant at debate
I wish to contribute and relate
She is not an ordinary reader or blind follower
She is from rare breed and colorful flower
She heard me for countless hours
It was right and privilege of readers
I hesitated to come clean to her
I wished the storm to pass and wither
She is very much part of my poetry
She is fairy like appearance and entry
I wish her to remain as my ideal inspiration
Let there remain no doubt or any question
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A sudden movement
There is sudden movement of clouds with lightening
Flash of lights all over with sound so much frightening,
Days scorching heat but pleasant evening,
Downpour of water from relentless raining
Isolation in life sometimes leads to frustration
Useless thought emerge in the form of questions
No answer can be found from anyone
Your pain and agony appeals to none
It is natural cycle and bound to erupt
It may fall all of sudden and disrupt
It may sometimes lead to scuffle
You may not get set well even after successful shuffle
It has direct bearing on human psychology
There are many revealing factors I geology
There has to be some eruption or explosion
It will harm if contained as inner implosion
is there any direct relation with earth and sky?
We see the horizons meet but not why?
Clouds feel bad when earth makes cry
Soil and clay eagerly wait with complete shy
Love birds can’t hide their emotions,
Feel loneliness even when in motion
As if something wrong has taken place
Intense love making but to feel out of race,
Sun God directs sharp rays with heat
make their love deep and intense to meet
even separation they feel good and sweet
still to long for each other even crumble the feet
Eyes remain wide open with stretching hands
Invitation sent with grace to lovely friends
Saying to self “Come soon, I am alone:
Let it be Tsunami, thunder or any form of cyclone
I will greet you with my vast stretch,
Ponds, wells, rivers will have enough catch,
Rest I will carry to deep sea.
You come soon is my only plea
Cuckoo is ready with sweet voice
Peacock is dancing with equal rejoice
Dray, dray noise and frogs also dance
Perfect timing for romance and is the only chance
Your invasion may remove dryness,
Happy reunion and no more shyness
start of year with wet breeding ground
new lives, trees and birds with nests are found
What a way to create new world?
Life can mushroom in hot season or cold
What matters most is loud and great impact
Reunion with happiness and sharpness to act
There may be complete change in pattern
Everything will evaporate and remains no concern
What do we do to celebrate it with joy?
Tune to dance n rejoice and enjoy
We are moved with pleasure when see bride?
There is tug of war in mind as how to hide
Thousands of thoughts come across mind and ride
In complete disbelief eyes remain open and wide
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A hate, love syndrome
“Shut up, shut up, shut up and go away”
I threw the stone at crow to scare away
It was disturbing me with unpleasant voice
It was making me irritant with noise
I don’t know whether it was because of look
Appearance in early morning on hook
I couldn’t make out exact reason for dislike
Bird was on lovely earth flying like kite
Music leaves impact on blind and even on deaf
It is opening of new day like emergence of new leaf
Human being always loved beautiful birds
I sat in silence and peacefully heard
I was spell bound by the melodious songs
It stops person from doing anything wrong
It has blessings from the divine power
Always worshiped and found for an answer
I couldn’t distinguish what was wrong with black crow
It had all the freedom to live in environment and grow
How cuckoo could create spell bound magic?
Why crow failed to appeal with music?
It makes lot of difference when hear in bird's voice
What a melody in the ears in the morning devoid of noise?
Think of vigor and strength that it offers to ailing body
Health with music and stable mind is anybody's guess in body
Well both were meant to serve as good carriage
One with melody and another with clearance of garbage
One for fine health of individual and another for mass
There were different but with same important class
Only irritant was simply unpleasant voice
How to compare melody with noise?
I thought I must be rationale in approach
It was visibly seen in day light without any torch
We tend to bear one sided view
We sometimes offend person which not due
It is inherent weakness of fragile mind
Such situation you will never find
Generally we fail to hide our displeasure
It is not yardstick for anything to measure
I hate crow for no reason and am also not sure
There may not be any medicine for it to cure
We fail to recognize the contribution they made by them
They are the factor for our healthy state and real gem
Think of scattered garbage and bad odor in the street
How can music appeal to you when dirty things to meet?
Scavengers, messengers or apostle of anything you call
You must like them whether you see them on tree or wall
There are here to serve you for mental and body health
They are inseparable part of our life and real wealth
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A futile search
What do I search in my fertile mind?
What it actually probes and what it finds?
Is it material gain or natural thrust?
All should be answered and it is must
I wonder at nature’s magical show
I find mountains clad with snow
I simply think and gaze through window
I feel cool breeze in air and words grow
I wave my hand in the air
When find nothing, scratch the hair
Mind simply wonder and try to collect
I grab them hastily and recollect
This is how I have come into being
I have kingdom and act as king
I may act and unveil the forgotten gate
They may eventually flow at any rate
I feel gentle touch when thoughts invade
Do they say bye or offer me a shade
I sit underneath the tree and feel its flow
Face shine beautifully with fine glow
Reddishness rush and I hear something
It is musical note in the ears to ring
What is this little whispering to suggest?
It is difficult to understand and digest
I may try to prove as nature’s child
Prefer to be hard but always mild
Go as usual without being wild
Words to be smooth and very kind
It is me and no one else
No one dares and openly tells
I am the only one to decide the destiny
It is the way I rule the kingdom tiny
I may sit idly and think seriously of the past
How quickly it has ended in succession very last
I find nothing new in the morning
What else can be there in the evening?
If need be I can end seclusion
It may be good to find lovely inclusion
Why don’t I share my treasured philosophy?
Will it reward me with any of the trophy?
Well, this has haunted me quite a lot
Heart and mind many times fought
Still it prevails with lot of confusion
I must see it with new concept and vision
I must reach at the end of the road
It has to be done without bearing any load
I am sure it will deliver very good result
I need not ask anybody or consult
It may open new gate and air may rush in
Cool mind to open and shun the ideas of any sin
It may invite scores of many things to usher
Joy and happiness all over when some one may whisper
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You And Me
Under the open sky and mango tree
It is you and me, you and me, you and me
No one comes near to observe and take a look
No fear from anyone to come all of sudden and book
I am fully aware that sky and earth never meet
In unknown place we try to figure out and greet
All warmth from within to melt so soon
Nothing deters us not even burning noon
Since you are so far and can’t come over
Provide your love as simple cover
I shall continue to live with memory
Hope to meet you soon in no hurry
I have lived long time under constant fear
How much agony and pain I bear
Eyes become wet with precious tears
Most lovely words I want to hear
Come and share all happy moments
Lovely tree branches shake with movements
Branches lower with fruits and garland
It is you and me, you and me you me on land
Who will know me better when you are gone?
Not heard enough words and you are undone
Now I have to wait for another precious day
You will come with flowers from distant way
I want to express in words exactly what I wish
Why I suffer the free air and fate of that dying fish
What you have done to me in these long years?
Have I to suffer and last for love words to hear?
I don’t know what made me to think over again and again
Fully aware of surroundings but unconsciously remain
Does such stage may last for unknown period?
Will I be in position to over come and avoid?
I have no desire to live with uncertainty
It has to have some form of continuity
I know you may be won over one day
God only know how and which way?
You may flow with me as free wind
It may be union of its own kind
Just speed up and shake complete thing
Try to reach me with powerful wings
You will have to wait for cool breeze to sat in
Situation from no win to almost win
Who says love after long wait can’t succeed
If desire is left alone and set to be freed
I have won over despite heavy odds
It has come as surprise with your approval or nods
What remains to be seen is its complete success
Heart to heart and mind to mind with full access
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Goldie By Name
It is good for health to miss
To feel some thing short of kiss
But a nice feeling and belonging
It is how one should feel with nice beginning
I have always missed beautiful friends
They have brought joy and happiness till the end
Some of then have stayed for longer time
Some of them have left in between sometimes
Neither has it had to do anything with social standing
Nor with the attachment of secret understanding
It is the feeling within that makes person to miss
Always wish for progress in life with happiness
One of my female friends has lot more to do
She had some thing special to prove true
I compared her to that of 'Cuckoo' bird
As she had nice voice cord to be heard
I still tease her as goldie*
I sharpen attack by add her as an oldie
She is in fact gold mines
Rich in culture and language she clearly defines
Not all people can endure your senseless attack
But she is liberal and lays stress to attach
More on human qualities than anything as personal
This I consider as human asset than with any trouble
She has appetite for occasional poetry
I go on large way with full flow from battery
I don't know how far I may survive in this race
Yet I have lot more to reveal than to hide on face
Lucky people are those who have many or less friends
One should long for large contacts with conceptual trend
It may help to know the mind of people living very far
As we see wide sky with twinkling small stars
I sum up by saying simple word
I miss all and wish to look forward
It may not become possible to meet them in person
But yes we all can feel good with very good reasons
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A poetic thoughts
“Hi, how do the poetic thoughts emerge in mind”?
I was unable to react and reply to the question of its kind
I had to struggle hard for the answer to find
I just kept cool and struggled in mind
I pleaded her for putting good thoughts across
You must have enough of trust in cross
It is not brilliance of an individual
You get it with blessings very casual
it got to be translated into words immediately
It may have no use if done very lately
Its real impact and feelings may go away
You may not have any means to recollect or find the way
It can be great moment of joy for self and family
It has not been forced on you heavily
The family and friends definitely strengthen the line
You exceedingly perform well and feel very fine
There is no dearth of good thoughts all over
It has good backing and natural cover
To translate and add color to it is not that difficult
Such quality is inherent and inbuilt
You can nicely compose if you determine one day
You may certainly find the resolve and clear way
There is every possibility of surging ahead
You may one day excel and definitely lead
You should have natural instinct to pick up leads
Try to put in fine composition with interwoven words
It may result in fine creation of poetry
you may have then full satisfaction with remarkable entry
You can try to translate feelings into action
It must have fine combination with good reaction
It may give then good sense of satisfaction
This is poetry skill and very good indication
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A beautiful start
Morning is poised for beautiful start
Dews are still on ground but ready to depart
Strill the birds are in nest but making little move
The nature is at its supreme and nothing to prove
The melodious voice starts emerging
The early morning is filled wih nice singing
The cuckoo is at her best with beautiful echo
We are just preparing with words to go
The darkness is slowly fading a way fine
The horizon is slowly illuminated with red shine
The night peace will be a forgone conclusion
No one may rememeber who made the intrusion
Ya it is not rememebred for the good
We need to go out in search of food
The wood may be looking so lovely and nice
We got to fulfill the comitment or promise
What is it to us with bright light
Nature is awakened with beautiful sight
We got to choos whether to go left or right
It is definitely not easy to find and fight
But the morning delight can’t be missed
Beautiful flowers are not to be plucked before being kissed
What a fragrance and lovely scented rose?
How elegantly they emerge and pose?
Everything can be missed but not early morning
We can’t wait for it to come after sad evening
The night as usual may bring restless peace
Hold the breath till you feel at ease
Just few steps out side the gate
Watch itout without being very late
Nature is there for you not to hate
You just breath heavily and clearly state
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My Cuckoo Clock
I bought a cuckoo clock
And glad was I
To hear its tick and tock,
Its dulcet cry.
But Jones, whose wife is young
And pretty too,
Winced when that bird gave tongue:
Cuckoo! Cuckoo!
I have a lady friend
Whom I would wed,
For dalliance should end
In bridal bed.
Until the thought occurred:
Can she be true?
And then I heard that bird:
Cuckoo! Cuckoo!
Though ignorance is bliss
And love be blind,
Faithless may be the kiss
Of womankind.
So now sweet echoes mock
My wish to woo:
Confound that cursed clock!
Cuckoo! Cuckoo!
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Past memory
How long person can live with past memory
To feel sad whole day and night with so much sorry
Adding tension, causing concern and worry
This is something one must avoid to carry
I come across many people with strong attachment
They cry whole day and pass pessimistic statements
It is nothing but creation of confused mind
No one can really go forward for solution to find
Smile is such thing and can be had for no cost
It is missing in most of the cases with real face lost
They find end of world with slight setback
Relation is soared with development of cracks
The face bears great sense of satisfaction
The smile is very good parameter for such action
It is reflected as very good sign
One must accept the fate and silently resign
The is loosing its flavor when detached from plant
No one can restore its charm the way it is wanted
Once broken from its link with no more hope
Everything goes wrong and it flops
The face remains swollen and complete barren
This does not take place or happen all of sudden
It has its roots from the emancipation of mistrust
Then there is left little scope for any kind of trust
Only true friends may have little time to listen to your woes
The sad tale may go unheeded or unheard even if it flows
It looses its relevance if you are not sure of what is in mind?
No one may give credence to your tale even if you are so kind
You must make choice for past and present
You can’t remain attached to past and remain physically absent
That state is not acceptable in its any form
You need complete change with attitudinal reform
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The Sun In Sky
The world is fast asleep
Under the cover of darkness to keep
Control over kingdom and enlarge
Its influence on parts called very large
Soon the bird's chirp may start
Melody may appear from somewhere as musical art
Darkness may soon get in readiness to depart
Light may appear and play a crucial part
No way for darkness to remain for long
As sun may emerge from east very strong
For cool breeze and dews to disappear
It may soon show its head from hill's rear
'Oh, God take us from darkness to light'
Keep us free from wrong and insist on right'
With such resolve, man kind may emerge
From long cool pause to move and surge ahead
What a source of natural energy?
We can bury the dark and burn its effigy
It is our duty to perform best
Then coolly retire in night for rest
In between enough of thrust is to be made
Not to look at sky but toil hard with spade
Break the hard cord of land to make it smooth
Present day work to make it easy for the youth
Sun may remain in sky
You can reap the gain with lots of try
There is worth and possible result
The entire fabric is resolutely built
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I Just Wasnt Made For These Times
I keep looking for a place to fit
Where I can speak my mind
Ive been trying hard to find the people
That I wont leave behind
They say I got brains
But they aint doing me no good
I wish they could
Each time things start to happen again
I think I got something good goin for myself
But what goes wrong
Sometimes I feel very sad
Sometimes I feel very sad
(cant find nothin I can put my heart and soul into)
Sometimes I feel very sad
(cant find nothin I can put my heart and soul into)
I guess I just wasnt made for these times
Every time I get the inspiration
To go change things around
No one wants to help me look for places
Where new things might be found
Where can I turn when my fair weather friends cop out
Whats it all about
Each time things start to happen again
I think I got something good goin for myself
But what goes wrong
Sometimes I feel very sad
Sometimes I feel very sad
(cant find nothin I can put my heart and soul into)
Sometimes I feel very sad
(cant find nothin I can put my heart and soul into)
I guess I just wasnt made for these times
I guess I just wasnt made for these times
I guess I just wasnt made for these times
I guess I just wasnt made for these times
I guess I just wasnt made for these times
I guess I just wasnt made for these times
song performed by by Beach Boys
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Moving On, Moving Forward
My soul ignites when I see your face,
Please don't change the time, don't change the place,
I wana be with you,
But I can never see It through,
I always fall short of your love,
I always think and say man, I should of,
But now your gone and that's the past,
Our love is gone, it did not last,
Our souls intwined,
Because that is how were designed,
But we broke apart,
We thought we had it at the start,
But I failed,
And off you sail,
To a brand new future,
That really does suit ya,
I just want the best for you,
Please dont say you have a clue,
Because I love you too,
Our lives can start anew,
With any distractions,
Or small little contraptions,
You can concentrate on school,
Instead the guys how are cool,
Who treat you like a tool,
Because you're as precious as a jewel,
You know you are actually pretty,
And have quite a bright mind,
You can have a great life with lots of great people cant you see this, are you blind?
You can do anything,
With your voice you can shout and sing,
Praise the lord with all. Your heart,
Sing to him from the start,
He will find you the right one,
He will give you your son,
He will guide your life straight,
And open up the holy gates,
You will be worthy, with God you can trust,
You can trust him, God is always just,
So please move on to find 'him',
The perfect guy who doesn't sin,
Good-luck and farewell,
I hope you find love I yell... :)
poem by Jordan Moore
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Truly makign weary
It was all said and not done
Wind blew with speed and gone
Left behind deep scar and sweet memory
There is no time to feel sorry
Nothing has changed not even courtyard
Where cuckoos appear in morning with sweet melodious words
The language speak of love with no specific title
But we take it granted as appropriate and suitable
I need not look at sky
Leave under uncertainty with so much feeling of shy
That lovely memory resurfaces and makes me uneasy
Even though I pretend to be active and very busy
What do I miss even today?
His elegant style of living and beautiful way
Gentle approach and mild steps forward
I was sure of not looking backward
He will storm me in peaceful manner
I will give up my way no sooner
As it has come to me after long struggle and wait
I will not attribute it only to fate
I need rest and permanent refuge
Where no one can come and refuse
I seek all seasons with equal participation
Rainbow must represent it will lovely indication
Everything changes except very good heart
That God has given to us in the form of art
You miss a person for all the times to come
Even if missed in life still you welcome
Almighty might have not wanted all this
Only we made ground for ourselves to miss
Otherwise where is compulsion to leave and feel sad?
Stormy days may not end even if we feel good or bad
It was healing touch that gave excitement
Full of joy, happiness and total commitment
What we missed actually was presence of common enemy
That was taking us away and truly making weary
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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