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A feeling for poet

You be my interwoven inspirer
rather than ardent admirer
I am just learner and look at
you for everything to set

I may have all
special with name to call
show happiness as I feel
With equal magnitude and zeal

I could have walked only one step
it could have been complete failure with slap
you caught my hand with as invisible friend
Now I see tunnel very bright at the end

I was no where to be seen
I was rather very much keen
You came like angel on scene
Restored at place where I should have been

I was expecting no miracle
I was trying but was unable
To project and get acclaim
It was unfounded claim

How could then it be realized?
How all mistakes can be well analyzed?
No one may feed you back with correct intensity?
This is one of the fine and rarest quality

I did see in her a helping hand
Though I did not see in her invisible friend
She is in her self a great poetess
I can not assess her very less

She may not be around
But I feel the fact and found
It is common fact and knowledge
One can always have clear edge

It is blessing to find a right person
Some flowers are found in all the seasons
You can not find any suitable logic
It has to do something with magic

You are drawn towards affection
You base everything on reciprocation
It speaks of intensity with action
You may not express but acknowledge it with no reaction

I have done all assessment
It was deep feeling in comments
It speaks well of your efforts
It leads to strengthening and rapport

Only poetic soul can respond and understand
The pulses and deep feeling can be the clear trend
You may go on appreciating the poetic skill
It is well intended move to speak of will

Why do we smile at kith and keen?
The unknown people can not be offered same scene
Why such thing is not seen or absent?
It is not to be offered to all at present

I could not hide my emotions
It may not be received with well propositions
I could speak nothing of my intention
It has found place with retention

The things may move on with orderly manner
It mays strengthen efforts and prove in order
The right things may emerge as solid gesture
It will speak clearly of well intention and future

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Care for everyone

How sad to feel when some one is in pain?
How is that you are thirsty even in rain?
Can you think of remorse when find good efforts in drain?
Did you ever experience the shock when some one lay as stained?

This is sad state of mind one noble person feels
He is on constant move and uses no wheels
Yet he has everything to feel happy
The peace and enjoyment is given by him to many

Where is the time left for him to worry?
At no stage he may have to feel sorry
As things may move on with his constant move
It is always open and there is nothing to prove

It is irony of fact that person suffers at the end
He has no close circle to claim even as friend
He is for everyone but no one is for him
He has no one along with him to swim

Life is not dear yet precious
His efforts are ceaseless and continuous
He is lone traveler with a noble mission
Nothing to worry but to go ahead without confusion

That is how you evaluate the scene
Happiness is always seen
You have no time to think of your own
Pain is stored inside and is well-known

You are not alone but suffer from loneliness
No one may notice it on your face
But it is for certain that you have chosen the sufferings
You have all the ideals and wants to live as good human being

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Always To Greet With

Always to greet with 'good morning 'and start
This is our tradition and has remained as part
Whenever I see close friend on line I sincerely wish
Welcome with sentiments and delightfully finish

I said to friend 'what is there in morning and evening? '
It must always end with ever lasting joy and smiling
I for one shared this concept right from the beginning
Give all kind of expressions and bring on their face little shining

I often say it with smile and style
That speaks of you magnificently meanwhile
Words sometimes may remain in close file
But gesture speaks in volumes all the while

Happiness is something like to be shown in its kind
You need not go in open market to find
It is not the commodity to be out rightly purchased
Sometimes it is eluding but needs to be constantly chased

One of my friend lives far but always closer to heart
I feel as if she is inseparable and dominant part
Whenever we meet some pleasant exchanges are made
But not revealing each others mind as secret trade

I have named her 'oldie' but nice hearted person
She is there as teacher, glider and available in all the seasons
I quite frankly enter into skirmishes and alter the scene
But she may come up with fierce mood and real chance to be seen

She is great but what do I dream for her?
Nothing but a wish to see smile from her
A rare quality to be witnessed from human being
But equally to be seen from birds when they sing

She is wealthy but not poor in any of the aspects
She responds in immediate manner with respect
I still tease her to invite some hostile reaction
She flares up in rage but offers smooth action

She stands as star alone in the sky
Twinkle at night and force me to fly
With all my fancy and ideals
She is in fact lovely person and quality in real

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Always to greet with...

Always to greet with "good morning "and start
This is our tradition and has remained as part
Whenever I see close friend on line I sincerely wish
Welcome with sentiments and delightfully finish

I said to friend "what is there in morning and evening? "
It must always end with ever lasting joy and smiling
I for one shared this concept right from the beginning
Give all kind of expressions and bring on their face little shining

I often say it with smile and style
That speaks of you magnificently meanwhile
Words sometimes may remain in close file
But gesture speaks in volumes all the while

I have named her "oldie" but nice hearted person
She is there as teacher, glider and available in all the seasons
I quite frankly enter into skirmishes and alter the scene
But she may come up with fierce mood and real chance to be seen

She is great but what do I dream for her?
Nothing but a wish to see smile from her
A rare quality to be witnessed from human being
But equally to be seen from birds when they sing

She is wealthy but not poor in any of the aspects
She responds in immediate manner with respect
I still tease her to invite some hostile reaction
She flares up in rage but offers smooth action

She stands as star alone in the sky
Twinkle at night and force me to fly
With all my fancy and ideals
She is in fact lovely person and quality in real

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Tongue tied

Whenever I lie I seem to get tongue tied,
On the face of it you may well think it's fine,
But it makes me sigh and I have even cried,
As it leads one to a life of poor design,
I hate when people say that lying is bad,
Sometimes it's the best option that is at hand,
For telling the truth can make people feel sad,
Or lead you to enduring things you can't stand,
Like assessing the appearance of a friend,
Being made to read the writings of laymen,
Having to attend a play in the West End,
Or visiting a relative yet again,
I've often done things I'd rather not have done,
Such as kissing an unappealing person,
Or doing stuff that others seem to find fun,
And so I wish to change before things worsen,
I heard there was someone who knew of a cure,
And so I went off so as to find out more,
With time I found the one I was looking for,
They gave advice which was best not to ignore,
I went and put a piece of ice on my tongue,
Hoping I couldn't lie if my mouth was numb,
I even tried eating a bee to get stung,
However my speech suffered as an outcome,
I altered the language in which I express,
Lest English was that with which my plight depends,
With the use of sign language I found success,
But I couldn't communicate with my friends,
I guess that all of my efforts were in vain,
I'll now have to speak words that are genuine,
Endure the consequences and not complain,
Either that or learn to lace my words with spin.

poem by Christian Lacdael
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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

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I could explain

I wish I could better explain the term sorrow
Visualize and see the bright future for tomorrow
Why not be self independent rather than to borrow?
Walk with me for some distance with resolve to grow

I know love is heavenly sent gift
No scope for bitter feelings and rift
It can change foe to friends with complete shift
Life may boom with definite inspirational lift

One should have willingness to bow
I wonder and think but don’t ask how?
Things may develop and shape in its own way
Seek blessings and hope for shining ray

I never knew that I will be down with fever flu
Some magic thing like called ILU. (I love you)
To behave like cold person as simple dew
What a lovely feeling to be shared with only few?

God has created music with very good spell
Each may dance with joy and feel very well
Red cheeks may glow with bright sun shine
Feelings may run high without taking glass of wine

Little rise in palpitation but accept it with mild smile
As if you have some treasure in hand for while
Why does not it happen to walk for an extra mile?
Will this actually happen or remain in book or file?

I may have earnest desire to feel its pulse
What more I should have or feel for anything else?
It has great impact of attraction and magnetic pull
Heart is filled with love and life is not dull

I need not go on roof top and explain conduct
What is happening around may be universal fact?
Does this happen to all? I hide the face and feel very shy
I shouldn’t question how it happened and why?

Everybody does have simple way to feel
You may have great joy when you steal
Heart may have all the joy to fill
Does that happen at anybody’s will?

No one can put it improper way
No matter how do you feel or say
It is really matter of great pride
You should not conceal it or hide

It is happening at appropriate time and place
Once you are in then no one can replace
It is flowing in two ways direction
Beautiful feeling arise in every move or action

I must preserve it as holy feelings of its kind
Nothing should bother and no flaws to find
Why not express openly with happiness and joy
Must bear the happiness with smile and fully enjoy

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Invisible Man

Im the invisible man,
Im the invisible man,
Incredible how you can,
See right through me,
When you hear a sound,
That you just cant place
Feel somethin move
That you just cant trace,
When something sits
On the end of your bed
Dont turn around
When you hear me tread.
Im the invisible man,
Im the invisible man
Incredible how you can
See right through me
Im the invisible man
Im the invisible man
Its criminal how I can
See right through you.
Now Im in your room
And Im in your bed
And Im in your life
And Im in your head
Like the cia
Or the fbi
Youll never get close
Never take me alive
Im the invisible man
Im the invisible man
Incredible how you can
See right through me
Im the invisible man
Im the invisible man
Its criminal how I can
See right through you,
Hah, hah, hah, hello,
Hah, hah, hah, hello,
Hah, hah, hah, hello-hello-hello-hello,
Never had a real good friend - not a boy or a girl
No-one knows what Ive been through - let my flag unfurl
So make my mark from the edge of the world,
From the edge of the world,
From the edge of the world,
Now Im on your track
And Im in your mind,
And Im on your back
But dont look behind
Im your meanest thought
Im your darkest fear
Put Ill never get caught
You cant shake me, shake me dear,
Im the invisible man,
Im the invisible man
Incredible how you can
See right through me
Im the invisible man
Im the invisible man
Its criminal how I can
See right through you
Look at me, look at me

song performed by by Queen
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As a matter of fact

What makes you to feel perfect?
What prevents you to act?
What is matter of fact?
How you over come it with simple tact?

Over the years you have mastered the art
This can’t be easily purchased from the mart
It is inherent quality that makes you smart
You always believe in good start

Things may move on very smoothly
You are always planning it accordingly
You have perfection in every more
Even for slight doubt you take care and remove

You never hesitate and get panicky
You come in action and address it quickly
Everything you decide it with cool mind
Solution is in sight and you may always find

What instills you confidence to act with accuracy?
Is it your mild nature coupled with good diplomacy?
Is it mystery alone shrouded with secrecy?
It is your gentleness and resolves to tackle it with delicacy

You always feel proud
It is not necessary to speak loud
Your sincere words and action may speak
Your approach maybe considered bold and not weak

What makes you to feel better?
Is that you are considered as trend setter?
You have the capacity to make wheel turn around
The path can be cleared and way to be easily found

You create public awareness in mind
The look towards you with honor and doesn’t find
Any dubious way of dealing and you are always kind
Such nice things can be observed by even a blind

Your popularity is on rise and you are in demand
You may take deep breath without chest to expand
this gives you some sense of satisfaction
It welcomes step and sign of good indication

I have always remained as public figure
I didn’t care for self or any future
I have always distanced from evil
I have tried to excel and earned good will

I have treated poor and rich alike
It might have created some discomfort or dislike
I did not bother about such feeling
I was ever ready to cooperate and willing

You must move cautiously and remain attached
Journey may prove hard but never get detached
Never utter word of uncertainty and create confusion
Try to avoid controversy and work for diffusion

Such type of a wonderful soul can always feel proud
the steps taken by him may always sound
Fame and name both will come round and gather
It is unique joy to remain and stay together

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Why Sky Is

'Why the sky is not falling apart'?
Why the moon and stars are not becoming small parts?
Such is the scene and utterances at the time of death
When one looses all hope and firm faith

Especially ladies woe is beyond our imagination
They find it as an end of earth and close relation
The thought itself makes her cry over roof top
Such a tragic scene prevails and no one dares her to stop

It so happens when some young man is died or met with accident
Whole family members get sad and cry for tragic moment
Everybody is engulfed with event and unable to control
It is considered as disappearance of elderly figure with sudden fall

The magnitude of situation remains same even with birds
People say they are with little mind and can't feel afterward
I have seen their cry with high intensity and lots of noise
A rare scene ever witnessed and felt as compulsion with no choice

What an animal, human being or birds!
They have same feelings and words
We can't understand by what has been aired
But it is certain that it is with lots of pain and definitely heard

They don't move from the close of dead body of their companion
It is with lots of pain and anguish that speaks of strong union
I think almighty has installed same lovable heart
A rare and only sensitive organ with feeling as unique part

If bird can feel pain for departed soul then we are human
We must feel for our brethrens as man or woman
No death can be stopped but we can lament its untimely demise
It is general feeling and prevalent in all living things without any choice

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Let storm not wither

It killed me almost not to see in near vicinity
I had lost faith and poetic quality
Her absence ruined me almost in every inch
I was full of remorse, felt pathetic and above all a sweet pinch

It is not the company you miss
It is not the memory of sweet kiss
It is the combination skill with feeling
That has ruined all my willing

I was with the sky like free bird
I had no dearth of zeal with words
They appeared at slight wind movement
I would look at her with no comments

What has really affected my thinking?
Is she really gone deep with sinking?
I find sea change in her approach
I feel little warmth in her gentle touch

She may be thousands of miles away
But my thoughts travel and find the way
She is there with beautiful smile
Why should I care the distance in miles?

He once let me removed from scene
I could not see arrogance, agony or pain
It burnt me from within killing whole spirit
I was keeping head down and watch at post dimly lit

The light was not dying out
This was not the fact all about
She was there for me to think right
I never intended any scuffle or fight

It may be insensible to malign her poetic supremacy
It is rather advisable to go down with little diplomacy
Where is the pain in loosing the love battle?
It is testing of strong will, attachment and strong metal

I will never kill my instinct and soul
She may surface from time to time without fail
Take my by surprise and offer embrace
There will then be a lot of smile on face

I shall repeat not what went wrong
She is not meant for simple and cheap song
She is rising and may do so for me either
I am with her even let not the storm wither

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A free hand

I have alloweed free hand to friends
As they stand by and beautiful messages always send
What do they try to prove me as an individual?
It is real feeling and not casual

There is still something hidden in heart
I fear somethiung may happen at the start
Will they come on my way and obstruct?
Will they unnecessarily advise and instruct?

I am so much attached to their presence
I sometimes do miss their absence
Is it true feeling wth its essence?
They relieve my pain when I am so much tense

This is one aspect and rules the scene
I wish to continue and am very keen
But I have some other priorities too
They are equally inportant and true

I feel it may detract my steps
Their atachmenet may prove as trap
It will be hinderence to what I think
It may take me down and sink

I can’t allow them to cross my way
They should reasonably kept away
I have clear perception in mind
I may go positively for it to find

It may leave some bad remark
But I got to over come and embark
I will have to separate frienship and ship
I am the only person to sail or dip

It may prove hazardous or smooth
It may still speak the truth
This was purely my humble adventure
I had set it and seen the future

I may go down or sail through
Friends may try to rescue too
It will be still called a personal victory
I shall be able to raise the head without feeling sorry

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Own world

I love you from bottom of my heart
I may try to be cleaver and look very smart
But never dreamt of hurting you slight
Missed you always when you went out of sight

I have my own world to live in
You may flew in to win
You may wish to pin high hopes
Though it may be dangerous to walk on ropes

You may make endless plea and build the castles
Murmur in mind and continue to make sound like whistles
All thoughts to remain in dream ad come true
Remain to be faithful till end without any clue

Neither any one can make me feel sorry
Nor it can cause extra burden or worry
I am totally to my self and remain secluded
All happiness are there with me and included

I shall come to you like high speed wind
You may not be able to judge or find
I shall remain invisible to make any imprint
You may not have slight idea or any hint

I would love to make you endlessly wait
From down to dusk alert and straight
You may loose patience and start to hate
It will be then out of hand to realize it late

Express it with full faith and resolve
Speak with firmness in eyes and solve
Get on to the target with simple yes
Make honest bid without making it mess

I am in dreamland sailing with happiness
Here is the place where you feel oneness
Complete match with words and action
Can’t find difference with any reaction

I shall not waste a single moment
There will be complete harmony with movement
I shall die hard to live with you
This is my desire and it is very true

Come and realize it to full extent
Don’t express unhappiness and give a vent
It has to be the entire time cherished dream
It has to be precious gift given by Him

I shall be deeply hurt if it is suddenly missed
It will be impossible to be found and traced
Great opportunity will be lost for ever
We shall breathe our last to be found never

I shall continue to enjoy in dream land
I see blessing in it from holy Hand
How is that I have come into being?
I am seen as her queen and he being a king

Bless us for our lovely wish
I swim in water like small fish
I may take out head for fresh air
Go back to continue in deep water

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Virginity at stake

I was in deep anguish but unable to cry
So many questions in mind but couldn’t ask why?
Was my academic carrier to come to an abrupt halt?
What steps were essential to lift spirit and exalt?

It involves great sum for higher studies
It adds to tension and unwanted worries
It is not simple matter to be tackled with ease
It requires financial backing with fund release

As poor peasant’s girl I had no way for higher study
I could curse only fate and felt so much pity
There was no course open for money support
No miracle ship was to come with call at port

It is absolutely clear that poor have no where to go
So many things they have to compromise and forgo
At each and every step they have to face with crisis
Where was the question for them to go and emphasis?

When you have no shelter or cover for future/
It altogether represents picture very insecure
You find no way or even slight hope for tomorrow
It is only left for you to beg or to go and borrow

What people ask for in return of favor?
Pluck the flower from garden for flavor?
This was not some thing new to grasp
I was going to prove for me the great task

I knocked every door for possible help
No one came forward to help myself
It was proving difficult to come out
I had no option left but to opt for fall out

I had great dilemma and trauma to undergo
What else I could offer or things to forgo?
I could offer only my body for auction
I could still believe it as hasty action

It was better to face onslaught at once
It was feared they may take out flash and pounce
What was use of having modesty for nothing?
It least carrier would provide me something

Why not to take revenge on system or society?
Was I not the commodity for sale in variety?
I offered to auction my virginity in open
Such cases don’t occur or take place often

I was feeling at great height of life
People wouldn’t have offered me so much as wife
Countless offers for single night with virginity
I was not worried at all for any kind of divinity

It was mixed reaction of sadness and joy
Thousands offered money for that night to enjoy
I had clear ambition of staying with future
With single night’s sacrifice I was to be fully secured

I released the details with full acknowledgement of episode
Plight, agony were pushed back and happiness over rode
It was fulfillment of mission for simple girl
The things were definitely taking different turn

(Based on real story of girl from new zeland who offered virginity for auction)

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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You've Got It Bad Girl

When you believe in a feeling,
And it's holding you back from my love,
Then you've got it bad girl, you've got it bad girl.
When you insist on excluding
The tenderness that's in my kiss,
Then you've got it bad girl, you've got it bad girl.
If you try to display an emotion,
That will contradict itself,
You will find your heart just sitting
Like a statue on a shelf, on a shelf, on a shelf.
Should you depend on an outlet,
Through which an escape can be found,
Then you've got it bad girl, you've got it bad girl.
If you don't see there's no way out,
Just no way of getting around me,
Then you've got it bad girl, you've got it bad girl.
Yes, you know the plans i am making,
Are intended to capture you,
So you practice false reactions,
To delay the things i do, the things i do,
Things i do, foolish you.
You've got it bad girl, you've got it bad.
There's no reward in detouring
My deep sincerity.
Especially since what you're feeling,
Is perfectly clear to me, clear to me, clear to me.
Before you discover the feeling,
You've tried very hard to hide,
You've got it bad girl, you've got it bad girl.
But when you can find just a small space,
To let my love live in your mind,
Then you'll have it good girl, you'll have it good girl.

song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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A way to feel proud

What makes one to feel great?
Is it glory or achievement of feat?
Does the money matter so much?
How happiness can play part as such?

There are many conclusions which can be drawn
People may feel jealous and their faces may remain frown
They may also wish you to go down
But alas! you may progress and still remain unknown

I feel elated and have reason to feel proud
Creative work always speaks so loud
I have accepted it as simple fact which serves as food
Something to think about and deliver the good

You feel burden when heavily taxed
Evening at home not pleasant when body is relaxed
Solution is in sight but problem looks waxed
Junior get promotion when senior are axed

There was no reason to feel panicky
I was not at all at their mercy
I could afford to remain all the time very busy
Life looked very interesting and easy

I found honorable place
Happy to feel with glow on face
I had so much craze for mad race,
In cards game I had all the three aces

It had made me somewhat arrogant
I used to remain very ignorant
I never considered it useful or important
I was trying for immediate result and very instant

I used to feel frustrated when faced with failure
I was very much assured and feeling secured
The set back was not expected or bound to take place
The hesitation on my part was not easy to replace

I had developed feeling coupled with anger and hate
Why to play so many tricks against fate?
What, if creative work is read little late?
Certainly it is not faked with artificial rate

I wondered and what would happen?
Why not competition is not kept wide and open?
Emerging poets may find their place with dues
Wide horizons is open with broader views

There may be many standing in queue,
Sad and helpless for the opening of new avenues
Sun may shine in their way bright luck,
Relentless march may not prove as sitting duck

You have every reason to feel satisfied
Your success is open and not mystified
Your efforts has made it simplified
It stands there as unique feat and must be glorified

Leave it alone and need not bother
It may show the ways to others
It is bound to happen and take place
You have every reason to rejoice

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A nice feeling