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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

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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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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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

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Unaware of the fact

I am totally unaware of the fact
As why it has deserted me to act
Why no words are pouring in as it used to be?
Why do I feel so helpless and not free?

Yes it is God gift to have grip on writing
No reason can be advanced for sighting
Everything is just before the eyes
One may not depict correctly even if he tries

Of course they may be deeply lying in corner
It has to come out later or sooner
But it has got no use if untimely composed
It will be simply rejected and totally disposed

Words can’t flow until it has free message
Water can not flow in river until has the passage
The well has enough of water in the belt below
It will remain there as it is and not allow

As the fingers move on the head in hair rings
It may generate melody and words may try to sing
It will send pulses to and fro and resonance may start
Align all activities in one action with live active part

As the earth has become barren
It may need fall of rain even
Dry words may find new energy in roots
The greenery may come up for good scenes to put up

Find it not hard to come out the songs
They may come at right time and not at wrong
Your heart and mind may keenly exchange
It will have good synchronization and able to manage

It will have full sweetness and melancholy
The depth of it may be felt and enjoyed wholly
Let artificial things cover as pure illusion
Poetry may flow with natural tune without any confusion

Poems are not just free flow of words
They are holy words spoken by lords
Not everybody can pick it with intensity
Only good poet may find its full use and utility

It may face temporary setback sometimes
It has too some lean and bad times
It may loose sometimes rhythms and tunes
The creator (poet) should not worry over it and fume

Give it a full justice to come out with some reason
Nature too functions well with every season
How the flowers boom in different colors?
The spring has quality to offer more flavors

Don’t be upset if some time the door is locked
Don’t lament if it doesn’t come up and try to click
It will find its way when cuckoo breaks morning silence
Your mind will be fresh and free from being tense

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Morning breeze

Sun shine enters followed by
Cool breeze through the window,
Kingdom of sleep comes to end
Some string pulls head from pillow.

Feel of morning cool breeze
touching the body, soul wakes.
Thunder of memories of night cooled
on flow of dreams, putting brake.

Trees have worked whole night
now singing lullaby before go to rest.
Leaves are swaying and dancing
as some one shaking holding hands.

Reach passing through woods, orchards
mountains, sea and meadows
with sweet, salty, whiffed cool touch
wane blossoms and faces glow.

Blooming blossoms swaying say
good morning to kissing sun rays.
Whispering breeze performs prayer
in the temples and the churches.

Chirping birds swing their wings
to welcome and embrace the breeze.
Celestial cool touch pierce the soul
thoughts for a while freeze.

(C) S. D. Tiwari

poem by S.D. Tiwari
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Restless night

What are all factors lead to our enlightenment?
What particular time make us to enjoy moment?
Why are we sad at some point of time and happy very next?
What is in our heart that pushes more to perform best?

You will have thousands of answers with strong appeal
The God has installed gadget to pick good and not repeal
Something good is really picked to make it deal
Life in turn spreads fragrance and looks very real

It has some bearing for likes and dislikes
Not everything is blown in smokes
We are compelled to search for in troubled phase
Nothing comes to our rescue to keeps us at ease

Some of the new music really pleases the ears
It seems as if it was not heard for years
The ear drums catch and respond positively
The tension is eased and come to term immediately

I loved the natural surroundings and its beat
Every time it is pleasant to hear while in seat
What a surprise from nature without any preparation?
It is up keeping of morale and timely elevation

Our mind is curious enough to cure the ills
It pours in lot of ideas to clear vacuum and fill
There is gap and void to be filled in with infusion
Still there remains no satisfaction with confusion

Some of the music instruments render precious service
In all the respects it is liked in troubled time and suffice
It helps to relieve some the worries at the outset
Tension is easily forgotten and efforts are again reset

I have seen morning and witnessed it as very pleasant
There is everything in it to enjoy as we want it in present
No one has enough of time to think of natural music
But there definitely lies the key with magic

We need to cool down mind and lay at rest
How nature is cool with breeze and its best?
They have nothing to prove to anybody
Still it is there without our asking for somebody

If not we then some one else may pick the thread
He will pick the essence of love and plead
Do all the best to come out of turmoil and enjoy
This is how we all go for in and offer no decoy

If music is good to ears so are the words
If it is mixed with harmony to look forward
What else can we offer to troubled mind?
The music and nature can really make it to look very kind

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Our enlightenment

What are all factors lead to our enlightenment?
What particular time make us to enjoy moment?
Why are we sad at some point of time and happy very next?
What is in our heart that pushes more to perform best?

You will have thousands of answers with strong appeal
The God has installed gadget to pick good and not repeal
Something good is really picked to make it deal
Life in turn spreads fragrance and looks very real

It has some bearing for likes and dislikes
Not everything is blown in smokes
We are compelled to search for in troubled phase
Nothing comes to our rescue to keeps us at ease

Some of the new music really pleases the ears
It seems as if it was not heard for years
The ear drums catch and respond positively
The tension is eased and come to term immediately

I loved the natural surroundings and its beat
Every time it is pleasant to hear while in seat
What a surprise from nature without any preparation?
It is up keeping of morale and timely elevation

Our mind is curious enough to cure the ills
It pours in lot of ideas to clear vacuum and fill
There is gap and void to be filled in with infusion
Still there remains no satisfaction with confusion

Some of the music instruments render precious service
In all the respects it is liked in troubled time and suffice
It helps to relieve some the worries at the outset
Tension is easily forgotten and efforts are again reset

I have seen morning and witnessed it as very pleasant
There is everything in it to enjoy as we want it in present
No one has enough of time to think of natural music
But there definitely lies the key with magic

We need to cool down mind and lay at rest
How nature is cool with breeze and its best?
They have nothing to prove to anybody
Still it is there without our asking for somebody

If not we then some one else may pick the thread
He will pick the essence of love and plead
Do all the best to come out of turmoil and enjoy
This is how we all go for in and offer no decoy

If music is good to ears so are the words
If it is mixed with harmony to look forward
What else can we offer to troubled mind?
The music and nature can really make it to look very kind

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Early Works - Feelings

In my mind and heart,
I find joy
knowing you by small words,
but never knowing
the way you feel.

Deep within my thoughts
I ponder
on the question
do your feelings
correspond with ones
my heart and my mind produce,
yet you know
little of my feelings really
for life and fate
has held me out of reach
of your life for so long.

Maybe between the small words
and quiet smiles
I can find a sign
of how your feelings flow.

Yet on the other hand,
if I’ve read things wrong
a one-sided love affair might grow.

So unconsciously in the corridors
where love lies in wait,
I stride cautiously
gaining admiration for you
at a surprising rate.

I must not
fall too quickly
for if I do
the floor might give way
and I shall be hurt
in the fall.

So I tread with caution
overturning each stone as I go.
Upon reaching, the end
there won’t be much I don’t know,
or will there.
I might know all about you
in every detail,
it might be illustrated,
but your feelings
are something only you can tell me.
So with heart and mind
I plunge forward
hoping, wishing, and praying
the right answer I will find.

18 August 1968

poem by David Harris
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All tears in sea

Your tears may flow and fill the sea
It is not “You” or “Me but only “We”
I prayed for shed under the tree
I wanted all to feel great and free

You wanted to be little away
I had no words to offer or say
How could I be possibly given in?
You were in your lovely and looked teen

Should I term it as saddest day if at all?
Can I take it as sincere and final call?
Am I failing clearly to see it on wall?
Will it prove or result in my down fall?

Will I be wiped out from her memory?
Will she go away from me to marry?
Does she have excuses to find it many?
Was it only for making glad and to feel merry?

I must let her go out of the hook
She must feel no ill will in her book
I may be termed as dishonest and crook
She must be definitely in hunt for nice look

She must have her say and correct decision
She may not have foresight or clear vision
She has her life to be mauled in a shape
How can she offer simply for abuse or rape?

I will do nothing to wound her feelings
She may hell bent upon her own killing
I shall have no say whatsoever to guide
It is matter of great concern but not pride

This is how we respect the human nature
Nothing can be taken for granted or for sure
How can one predict about nature and assure?
So uncertain is life and same can be for future

I shall not be deviated from stated stand
I can’t prevail or push her to the dead end
I must try in a possible way to mend
She was all along my best and true friend

Life may mushroom in any style
We may go on spending it meanwhile
Still there is something more to be done
By gone should not be taken as permanently by gone

Day may come when you will have everything to repent
You may curse your self and possibly lament
There won’t be time left to offer any comment
Nothing may be yielded even after feelers are sent

Never say no to any lively and lovely moment
Heavenly moments can be spent in simple tent
Why do we need palaces when open sky is there?
Cool breeze, morning light and greenery can be found everywhere

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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FEEL AGAIN - Song Lyrics

Passing by my eyes
Are people living lives
They flow before my gaze
Just like the memories
In my mind
I watch them from
My hiding place
In shadows so
To hide my face
And as they pass
The memories flash
Of how it felt to feel that way

And home…
I long for home…
Where is my home…
Please take me home…

Home…
Please take me home…
Where is my home…
I long for home…

I watch the people
Not because
I wanna be their friend
I watch them not
Because I hope to know
Them in the end
I simply watch
And ask myself
Why do I feel this way
How did I get here
Can I hope
To feel again someday
To feel the feelings
That they feel…
To hope, to love, to cry
To fall and feel the pain
Or rise in triumph to the sky

And home…
I long for home…
Where is my home…
Please take me home…

Home…
Please take me home…
Where is my home…
I long for home…

All I have are memories
Of the times
When things were good
Memories of the days
Of when I felt
The way I should
Memories now that
Flow before the view
Inside my mind
Just as the passing people
Flow before my open eyes
Oh God! How can I be
Like them
Is there a way to
Start again
I know there is
I know its there
I’ll find it
I don’t ****ing care
What I have to go through
What I lose and what I lack
I know my heart
Can feel again
If I can only
Find my way back

Home…
I’m going home…
This is my home…
It feels like home…

Home…
This feels like home…
This feels like home…
This feels like home…

Home…
This feels like home…
This feels like home…
This feels like home…

I’m finally home

…Jeff Bresee

poem by Jeff Bresee
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Happy valentine

Is life not having many ups and down?
To share grief and happiness of own
How to enjoy it single handed and share?
Does l that look sound and fare?

We may have brothers, sisters, mom and dad
They may share our grief and feel very sad
All stand united and back up in need
Still we long for more and need feed

The family may have natural bond
As in one circle fishes swim in pond
To see each other and move in concentration
To take care for each other and count some consideration

Valentine may be real expression of love and attachment
The real bond and love for each other to share at the moment
It is natural feeling to have come and really to be felt
How the fragrance from natural flowers is spread and smelt?

I wish the valentine to form part of life in each day
I think that is nice feeling to come in each others way
How can there be different feeling when we look towards ray
The same sun shine creating all happiness and energy even being away

This is how we feel for each on this occasion
Countless or few members may need some mention
It may not be possible to reach and embrace
Still the lovely and beautiful memory may shine our face

Has that become customary or just a formality?
It has not outlived its importance or utility
It is not the friends alone that need good will
But for brethrens across the globe to feel

I dream of those faces who needs real smile
Even though not friends but come in a thought for while
Strike with all their pale faces, plight and agony
I move with them, offer smile and wave at so many

As writer many extend wishes to me and expect same
I respect their sentiments and want to exchange it by each name
Some of them might have not have reached to me personally
I wish my sincere feeling to reach them as if conveyed orally

Let my each word touch their thoughts in mind
I shall equally feel and strive hard to find
How difficult was it to make place in their heart?
I was just an ordinary human being without any art

I wish to flow in with their sentiments
It is really nice to feel at this moment
Who knows where we may expect to meet again?
But if God willing, we may do it again and again

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Love Binds

When you are intoxicated and down with wine
How would you expect others to be fine?
You never mix with others and always malign
Choose conflicting path and never realize or align

What may bring you closer and make you kind?
Love holds you together and makes you bind
New horizons in sky with eagerness to find
One should take care and not always mind

Love has no parameters with any definition
It provides peace with no matter for ignition
Love has its own way and finds speedy solution
It has inherent power to make new evolution

Love spread fragrance with universal message
Hatred at bay and peace finds passage
Can we not add kind words in our usage?
Why not write beautiful words in our page?

Love binds all and grow beautiful tree
We feel its impulse without cost and free
It may bear fruit in future and offer shade
Life is as difficult as hard journey on blade

I could not believe whether it was dream
Simple player in game or out of team
Day or night with powerful light
I may find you with joy and delight

You were clad in white and bore mild smile
I could not stare but wondered for while
You widened wings with long magic spell
Simply I surrendered surely hoping for well

Does the love excel and perform miracle?
Transform barren heart ……………
It may grow care with loving nature
Youngsters may look and act as mature

What did you do with my loosing hope?
I didn’t expect easy walk on rope
You fulfilled my wish and nurtured soul
It was great swim without smelling foul

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I am sad...

I was sad...

I was sad again today
Was there any difficulty on the way?
Did sun did not appear with ray?
It was unusual to feel different way

*Khushi (happiness) was there to feel but not to explain
Sadness was there but not with the pain
Something of that sort but not coming clean
Loss at heart but mind surely feeling win

She was best in her traditional dress
So much shine and happiness on the face
Anybody would find himself in the race
If that turned out to be open chase

Human nature is such and quietly passes through
We may speak nothing but it is quite true
How come you feel for somebody and cry?
Never admit openly and feel very much shy

Life is precious and must be lived on till the end
You got to go near to the people and make them friends
To feel oneness and closeness is to be considered as divine gift
It has remained consistent stand and people see no shift

Many thoughts crossed over mind and disappeared
What may be going on other side? I slightly shivered
She was there for me as assured and reassured
The eyes witnessed flash of light but remained to blur

There is unknown magnetic pull
But vision is clear and mind is full
To take on any eventuality that may follow
Ride over storm and lye low

I took it by surprise and sunk in memory
There was nothing to feel shy or sorry
To feel for somebody can't be termed as an evil
That is divine destiny and remains on card or on anvil

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A song for

I haven’t seen her face
Still I am in race
Prayed God for his grace
I must find her or trace

What a magical pull?
There prevails complete lull
Cool breeze laden with heavy dews
I wait for her creation to review

She is really a spell bound
Fragrance of flower and nature’s sweetness found
It looks so logical and sound
I feel she is somewhere around

Lovely site with beautiful creations
To the point with no more questions
It is an end for earnest quest
She is with me by a simple request

Her gesture and feelings are very warm
I have found her without any harm
I can feel the pulse of her heart beats
She is in creations with unsurpassable feats

Where will I really find?
Hear her words so kind
What is actually worrying my mind?
She is virtual heavenly gift for blind

How to sing song in her honor?
How to remain admirer and lover?
She is silent flow of the river
I am caught up with fragrance fever

She may not be near and to be seen
Her poems are spell bound with new scenes
It shall remain as precious treasure
I am elated with joy with no way to measure

I have determined to g it alone
My garden should not be devastated by cyclone
Let flowers of all colors boom
I shall sit and enjoy in room

Don’t stop your views to air
It may be totally unfair
I shall watch it to come through window
I have waited enough for it to allow

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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No Bluff

You can never look worry free
If your eyes are on fruits and tree
You may be thinking as how to make best use
An idle mind is always in search of when let loose

It is human psychology and remains on constant move
They find no means for apprehensions to remove
This leads to unnecessary wrangling in mind
For which they struggle very hard to find

Only some people are exception to this syndrome
They are always happy when happily driven home
Nothing perturbs them when they are on guard
Everything is clear when they think and move forward

Inner reflection is seen on outer surface
That in turn reflects on the beautiful face
Its brings about glory and shine
Everything moves on smoothly and makes to feel fine

It is quoted 'What even if whole world you gain'
Loose the life or rest of the period is in pain
Nothing helps except contentment and happiness
That drives you in safe mode without any mad race

At first look itself you can make out
What can be happiness we all talk about!
It is self radiance with immense glow
As if bright sun shine is allowed to flow

Think for a moment and go for universal treasure
It may have many things in store to offer
You have everything to enjoy with pleasure
Only make it ample clear and doubly sure

It is easy to preach but difficult to practice
When you run out of words and promises
You may have to lead simple life with proof
It must be made known that life is real and can run without bluff

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Poems with difference

How does the imagination strike the mind?
Does the brain allow them place to find?
Why they are termed as crazy and dreamy persons?
Does this statement find any favour with reasons?

May be poetic appetite does not allow them to grasp?
Appeal in wordings may not be enough to last
It is as if some is asked to under go test and take medicine
Feeling good inwardly but with bitter test of quinine

We may see enough water available in pot
Put to test while making it very hot
It may turn into vapor beyond certain point
Poetry is also like vapour………………..

Ideas may suddenly emerge in sequence
Mind may pick up and build it as consequence
How to project it rightly may prove as acid test
It may be looked as fine blend of poetry and best

Somebody may try it hard on words skill
Many may stuff it with metaphors and fill
Single sentence may now bear different look
Golden sentences may appear in costly book

Nature, heavenly bodies and earth simply provide
Kind of message, love and passion does not divide
Humanity survives with strengthening of the bonds
Poetic wisdom is stored like enough water in ponds

Easy words, fine presentation and theme crate impact
Love, passion, generosity improve with certain contacts
Poems can rule the hearts with immediate healing touch
Pulse can be felt as if it has enough power to offer so much

Poems can be those who can touch millions and rule
Lessen their worries and react with mind so cool
Poet Kalidasa* was novice and considered as fool
His poems are master pieces without help from any school

Rule the heart, touch the nerve and excel in field
Tremendous response and enough skill to yield
The desirable effect may be seen in poetic world
There may not be going back after developing cold

Poems must find the light of the day
Many may side line you and keep at the bay
You got to sail through and find the way
Stars and sky will be yours with more to say

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Said Before To Say It Again

On my mind are these times.
And I do find these times on my mind,
Hard to define.
With a keeping of those,
Feeling these times have them boxed in.

And on my mind,
There is a reason to seek rhythm and rhyme.
With my visions set,
On what it would take...
To increase my happiness.

I've said this before to say it again.

I'm not looking for stoppers,
To block as obstacles to hop over.
Or the welcoming arms of acceptance.
With a hope that they will open,
The gates to a fence to feel I've been approved.

On my mind are these times.
And I do find these times on my mind,
Hard to define.
With a keeping of those,
Feeling these times have them boxed in.

Acceptance or not,
I'm not looking to get out of a box.
Too many have found themselves there,
To argue over space,
With little of it that to share.

I've said this before to say it again.
Those feeling trapped,
Like it exactly like that.

Fresh is the air,
One dares to breathe alone.
Revitalized is an atmosphere,
When the clearing of a sky,
Becomes recognized to the one who looks...
To discover the vastness of it to become known.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Unknown to world

World is full of misery and fantasy
She was able to represent it as rosy
She leaned heavily on my face side
I saw the whole world so vast and wide

Does that mean she was what all I desired?
All along in barren land I longed and admired?
Was she landing from divine land on earth?
What was I expected to do for her berth?

She was standing there before my eyes
Hands waving in recognition but not for byes
I couldn’t believe what was taking place
She was almost there for my world to replace

She was exact replica or beautifully carved piece
I just slipped in memory to find eternal peace
She was there with almost bright sun shine
I sensed deep breath with so much feeling fine

I was dumb founded and really stunned
Feet were crumbling and mind was out of tune
I raised my eyes to find her real essence
How much I was away across the fence?

I extended my hands for her nod and approval
Fragrance all over from fresh flowers on her arrival
She was all there but I was in dilemma
Will she be ever close to end the trauma?

I saw her hands coming together to clap
I was afraid she may all of sudden slap
“Will I loose her” struck the question?
“What is she to me” and what is equation?

She distanced closer and whisper in ear
This is my decisive and favored year
“You are my man” I searched all over globe
I pondered over many time and made probe

“Where were you for so many long years”?
“Why couldn’t I hear your words in my ears”?
“You are real visionary and I think through mind”
Where would I go especially all over to find?

She was there almost in my grab and in hand
I invited her to be my vision and friend
Make it mixture of your mind and my vision
Poetry may emerge form our holy union

World may witness outcome of our honeymoon
It will be in fact a rare combination and reality soon
Will the blowers raise their head and give indication of boom?
Is there any place for me in your kingdom or room?

I closed my eyes to feel pulse of her gentle touch
She was smelt all over and I felt it as such
Why did she prefer me all over other options?
Why did she not move with neat and close caution?

I shall remain close to her with my vision
Her mind and heart may beat in unison
I shall wave at her in recognition of her total surrender
I shall not mind if black clouds make noise and thunder

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A simple no to touch

Females stand for another name called shyness
They are reserved and don't come out with openness
This is precious gift from God and they are truly aligned
No one can think of deserting them and so they stay unaligned

They are often compared to a plant called 'touch me not'
The plant straight way shrink even if you go near and simply touch
Its condition is compared to that of beautiful woman
Little closeness may compel them to run away from man

Thousands of thoughts just come in mind and disappear
Few sweet words from her may remove this fear
We will forget all our pains and try to go near
Both may then vow to see each other, share and bear

This is how the relation develops when they come closer
Shyness may disappear and may prefer for exposure
It may make her stand very clear and also reassure
She may go in for the bond and feel very secure

The nature has put same feeling in plants and women
They act in same way as possibly do the humans
They shy away in anger or happiness with slight pretext
They don't wait for any explanation or go through the text

“Touch me not” open up with first day light
Come to boom when everything is right
They are open to embrace but go down with shame
It is their inherent weakness and we can't blame

They need smooth touch with delicacy
They don't prefer exposure on regular frequency
Females also shut eyes if matters complicate
It is nothing but shyness, and eagerness to indicate

I may mushroom and naturally bloom,
Moment you touch me, my face become gloom,
Even if you close the doors and windows in room,
Face may get reddishness as shyness zoom

'Touch me not' say I won't allow
Not shake hand with words 'hello'
Ladies may hide face in pillow
Never look up by keeping eyes below,

Allow it to happen in natural way
You wait for it until hear the clear say
Respect my feelings and allow me to grow
You need not loose hope as I may come close and show

Female partner or ladies always like safe fold,
Handsome gentleman may look very bold,
Body may burn with disappearance of cold
Soul and body may combine and never feel left out or sold

Ladies may not take lead and start the initiative
They may prefer to remain inactive
This is apparent from their known action
The fears and doubts must go off without any reaction

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Sir, Good Morning

“Sir, good morning and God bless you”
I was in half asleep and half awake but not through
This caused me no irritation but brought to immediate sense
It was about to be fine morning and had no reason to be tense

Some one was standing half way in the door
May be woman in her thirty but seemingly poor
I was delighted to see her with innocent smile
It was enough to cause me happiness for while

I was on tour and had come with such encounters several times
It never caused some kind of embarrassment any time
This was the healthy practice followed from ancient times
Well preserved and traditional custom to forget bad memories sometimes

I liked to venture on open road sides in new cities
Many children may rush to me with smile and niceties
I will never look at their appearance or dress
It will make me so glad and happy with smiles on their face

“Gentleman, what can we do for service”?
What an elegant way of asking with full confidence and promises
World has definitely changed and adapted to new awakening
It is pleasing to ears and really heartening

Such kind gestures were in existence even this before
We must adopt it in our day to day life therefore
What can it cost if we offer simple words of gesture?
Certainly a promised stare in return for sure

Flowers are best medium for exchanging good will
They are accepted by all and in existence still
Some of the flowers with fragrance spread the message
Their imprint on book even adore the headlines on page

Whenever I find some response with flowers
I feel enough of joy as if experienced in rainy showers
What a magic does it create in body and mind?
How to express it in words as I am unable to find?

Some of the countries have fine tradition of welcoming
You may really be overwhelmed and feel home coming
Those words may sound like echo and refresh the memory
Well, sound enough to remove stress and slight worry

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Position

I can’t move away from my stated position
Though it may be temporary or period of transition
There may arise many more questions
Not to discuss at all or make any mention

How to cope and face the challenges?
How to stand fast and simply manage?
It is no easy task and considered state of art
One may be facing dark but tries to look smart

It is the way to lessen the worry
Nothing can be solved out of hurry
Sometimes you may feel only sorry
Burden and frustration only to carry

Everybody is facing delicate situation in life
Hasty action needed when situation is not rife
All calculations may prove wrong and invite trouble
Calm water may be disturbed with lot of bubbles

Weak may develop cold feet and loose the patience
Winning game may go out of hand in presence
Nothing could be done to retrieve the position
Only strong will power may needed for imposition

What else can be done to avert the show down?
Why can’t we present the smiling face devoid of frown?
It is good to be in complete control of mind
We may be able to think fresh and able to find

Life is full of ups and downs with no solution in sight
Some may go wrong even if seemed very right
We may loose hope and think of bad consequence
Drawing some conclusions with right inferences

It is state of mind that makes us to feel bad or good
Only alert mind can take you out of the wood
How to over come out of it is anybody’s guess
One must be ready with open mind to confess

You may emerge strong as ever before
You will realize what you were trying for?
It will give proof of your stable mind
Ability to come out of it with new ways to find

Never to let your mind to any one else
Let others guess and remain ever tense
This will give you enough room to maneuver
Defuse the crisis and successfully come over

I wish I could adopt the simple theory
Refresh the mind with fresh memory
Easy to find the solutions with open mind
Show always good composure and behavior kind

This is how we overcome and act
No action in haste or simply react
It will complicate the real issue
You may fail to get what is really due

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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