A good choice
I I wished her to remain with me for long
I miscalculated and proved wrong
She was not the right choice
I am suffocated with choked voice
The leaves cling to branches
Though they are closer by inches
They have created the position and place
As of now they present strong face
All natural objects are ruled by law
We do not find any lacuna or flaw
They loose the identity with loss of ground
When tree finds hostile environment around
We have inherited treachery and deception
That is oour blood from the inception
It differs in the mattter of adoption
Though we have many ways and options
She was free bird and preferred freedom
The females go for it but seldom
If there is no trust and equall opportuity
There may not be any use for its oontinuity
The idea itself was ill conceived
She had different ideas and not well received
She may boost sometimes of her beauty
I may feel so bad and take it as pity
The dream remained for brief
The illusion too came fast with some relief
I wished her bright future and parted
I was happy with life and quietly started
There is definite message for lovely couples
They got to believe in life to be very simple
It does not take you anywhere in isolation
You got to maintain good and healthy relation
I can certainly forgo certain things
If I find no relevance in something
It has to endure for good times to come
The presence of partner is always welcome
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Free Bird
I feel free bird today
I thought it required no attention to pay
Yet it was something new to me
As I always remained with tension and worry
Had I struck a jackpot?
Was I declared best on the spot?
I had no reason to feel delighted
I tried to assess but reasons were not sighted
It is good and life time chance
That can come hardly at once
One must avail it with full grace
With broad and free smile on the face
Even otherwise you can feel and remain happy
This important aspect is missed by so many
You need not find reason to be overjoyed
Every moment is precious and must be enjoyed
I tried to shed away the illusion
I wanted to have no more confusion
How can I do away with natural gift?
I needed only fine gesture with complete shift
It is one of the good and fine art
One must behave well and feel very smart
The joy and happiness is within
It is you only who can decide loss or win
Nothing may matter even if you remain in isolation
It can, in no way, build the strong relation
You can display it on face with strong revelation
The illusion as such may not pose any question
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How to prove?
I may be proved as dark horse
It may be difficult for others to subdue me by force
I act as per my own best conscience
It has got its own importance and relevance
How can I be different from others?
This idea always hounds me and bothers
I got to move smoothly and fall in line
Even if it not to my liking and out of tune
I can’t stand in whole universe as only person
known as humble and obedient son,
I can’t be fed always with in spoon,
It may so happen that I stand to loose race very soon
I will have to excel and steal the show
sometimes to side with wrong people and whole weight throw
Not to show favor but ready to go,
Chances to remain with them may be dim but can’t forgo,
How to survive in this selfish and ignorant world?
Where hollow promises matter the word
Cheating and deceiving are only strong parameters
Situation differs from place to place but never alters
I have to lie to many people and shed tears
It has tremendous effect and largely bears
I may have strong apprehension and worst fears
There is no other option but to offer three cheers
All was just all for fake show
It was not at all for good relation to grow
I could make little impact and went slow
I knew it from beginning it will block the flow
People too became weary and were asking why?
I never had commotion or felt regret and shy
the role was different but had to play
I was aware but had no other way
I can’t stand all alone but have to side,
keeping all secrets to self but not to confide,
I may be wrong but not all the time
Life is to believed with simple goal prime
Sometimes you have to kill your own conscience
You may not like to live with it in presence
Still it has so many compulsions to be kept in mind
Ways and means to be searched for and find
If you remain stick to one particular view
You may never get your legitimate due
People may disregard and often insult
They will not bother you even to consult
So think of remaining different
It may be visible and apparent
This is the quality inherent
It is the only ideal choice at present
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A total deception
It may be total deception
If that is the idea since inception
We are fooling the self without looking around
The idea is rotten and doesn’t look sound
It is totally dark and thought in isolation
No amount of work may improve with quotation
It lacks reality and has no relation
Your action is always in question
Your credentials are in doubt
You can not make any debut
You are watched and talked about
This may certainly take you to fall out
You may be quoted as shining example
You know how far it is true and commendable
It is falsely shrouded with different colors
In fact you have proved yourself as beggar and not donor
You have established yourself as fake chieftains
It has nothing but only lies to contain
Still you manage the scene and remain
You think of self and that is how you maintain
Still there may something good about me in person
I come across with lots of persons
The motive is obvious and can be with many reasons
As I have mastered the art to change in every seasons
This analytical study only I know
I have all reasons to fit in and grow
If I don’t then I loose my reputation
My identity as good person is totally in question
The individual must have dual personality
In present age that is the only fine quality
No one simply follows you as disciples
If you don’t compromise the principles
There is no point in arguing for self
It is like secrets hidden in shelf
It may find the day if not concealed
It will be boomeranged only if revealed
So it may be good not to speak
Go on as usual even if you are weak
You got to present your self as very nice
Stick to word and fulfill the promise
It may have lasting effect
If you can put into action and act
People may realize it late and strongly react
Still it may always remain as fact
You may have many good qualities as well
It may reflect on your work and definitely tell
The efforts made by you in right direction
That is only thing spoken about your good action
It is common for the conscience among all
We are shadowed by inner conflict and different call
We may be compelled to act contrary to what is right
Life still goes on and we continue to survive and fight
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How could I define
How could I define your presence in my life?
I witnessed turmoil and remained on edge of knife
Thank God you nearly saved me from public outrage
I was to prove my self as shame on the age
You did hold my arm and took to safety
You were so kind and proved all nicety
I was almost sunk in your absence
It was you who took me by surprise in everybody’s presence
I used to compare you with cool and bright moon
I enjoyed your bright less presence in the bright noon
You were there but had nothing of moon’s character
I simply adored you in my dream as ordinary actor
I should have been careful not to be spotted
All areas and points beautifully I had plotted
You were in all colors but clad in white
What I thought of you was a simple light
It did not turn up in sordid affair or failure
People tried to discourage and attempted to allure
It was you who stood fast and took me to your arm
What a lovely cool breeze but still feeling it warm
I had heard about features of dreamland
It was no different from the actual land
It was to be precisely the children’s fairyland
Love and joy to be found along with the friend
You were to prove so much as lovely friend
It was to brig all uncertainties to an end
I was soon to have freedom with my glorious present
Despair, unhappiness was to be away and remain absent
How many may be lucky to realize the dream
Harness the energy properly from directed beam
Is it not difficult to accept and treasure it as gift?
To continue it with ease without having any rift
I shall boost your company as personal victory
You never caused me any anxiety or worry
You saved me on all the counts and restored the position
We had very good union and strong composition
All those difficult years I found in you moon’s coldness
Smile always on face but equally covered with shyness
Black patches and sports reminded me always of illusion
It was only your firmness which made it as perfect liaison
I shall have endeavored to see it that it ends in the long run
Life is not turning into tragedy and looks like a fun
It has to have a durability which prevail and persist
I too pray for it and sincerely insist
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My patience
I controlled my passion but could not
Tears forcefully contained but rolled out
I have strong will but failed this time
Attachment is such relation you fail sometimes
I had beautiful times good moments
I used to wait for him and remain present
He will sure come and close in
To embrace me and win
That was all good for me to find a friend
He had vowed to stay till the life end
I fell for him and vowed to stay together
He took my hand and promised not to bother
Today he is leaving me behind
Lone figure to wait and find
His fond memories and nice time
I hold my tears and think sometimes
What will he look like when come back?
Will our sweet life be at jeopardy or at stake?
What will he do if earned a lot fortune?
Will he maintain same relation with fine tune?
I slipped in to thoughtless dream
We had so far worked as team
He was to stand all the time by my side
As our horizon was vast and very wide
I wished him long and happy journey
I thought" it may be wish of almighty"
He is on the board of ship to cruise
To fulfill all the dreams and promises
I stayed at shore and witness
His ship sailing towards sea surface
Never ending and never disappearing
But sending me shock waves and fearing
I brush aside such thoughts
I wish all the good in life without being caught
It is part of the life and one must venture out for good
The philosophy of life must be clearly understood
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About self
It has been horrifying tale to narrate about self
It is full of bad ad good qualities lying deep heart shelf
It may never come out to the knowledge of even close friends
Some of the things may be known when life nears to an end
It is individual who only shapes the destiny
In doing so he gets help and extension from many
Yet it remains his own struggle and brave front
Which can realize and end in reality if he wants?
“I” has no relevance if performed in isolation
If may find some place if found strong relation
It may find honorable place with some nice indication
Lots of praise and flowers for good works in felicitations
“I also mean confirmation of powerful ego
In no way it can find place and has to go
No one may tolerate any proudly person
With whatever intention or meaningful reasons
With so many ups and down
You can have something of your own
Whether it comes with your wisdom
Or can reach you seldom
Life is constant flow
You may receive applauses or blows
Yet it has to move and go forward
There is no chance to look backward
“I 'mean nothing in sense
It may make you happy or go tense
You are single entity to emerge as one
Have to think self and curse no one
So to know self is really a Herculean task
No one may come to know if you are wearing mask
It is better to shed self image for noble cause
It you can’t do it then maintain distance with pause
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A right to choose
No one can take away my freedom
It has never happened or took place seldom
It has to be there by virtue of natural justice
It has been guaranteed by forefathers as promise
Man is born free so he must have his say
He has every right to choose his way
It may be applicable to any of the gender
Anybody who violates it can be termed as offender
I had wished to be a free bird
I wanted to run among the heard
It was to be an open sky with vast horizon
Not to be divided by any region or zones
Open frontiers with no restrictions at sea
Waves to strike at cost and no one to flee
Enjoy the sound with utmost silence
Natural scenes with winds presence
Birds were to fly with little noise
They had joy with enough choice
I had an urge to sing with good voice
I was determined to surge with good poise
Lions, tigers found their equal share
Nice atmosphere found no where
River flowed with calm water
All needs were allowed to cater
It is unique to breathe with fresh air
Head will zoom and raise the hair
Everything seems naturally fair
Air is thick but very clear
A word to keep and good to promise
Enjoy it full with not a moment to miss
I shall try to cherish as fulfilled dream
The sun may shine with bright beam
Freedom and thoughts got to go together
Synchronize well with season and weather
It may provide relief and breather
There is no tension and nothing to bother
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About The Beauty
I tried to write about the beauty
but failed to catch words as could find only few
She was symbol of complete universe
Melody and rhythm interwoven with verse
Anybody would loose concentration
Try to have strong bond with warm relation
She was least concerned and looked at none
I dreamt about her and tried to go close to be someone
She was murmuring with gentle voice
I could hear nothing as there was so much noise
She might be talking with small children
I thought she may address to me even
I felt chill in bottom of my heart
She represented herself as lovely piece of an art
I had no idea from where to start
So decided to leave her at this point and depart
God has given her ample opportunity
She has talent and extra ordinary quality
Even though she is to some extent dependent
She has herself to venture and create an event
She is on the ground but make us airborne
It is nice creation on earth and gives nice turn
Life as such may be felt barren if she proved defiant
We must feel happy to find her as she may prove star and reliant
In all the forms her role has remained dominant
She may not have the solutions in sight very urgently
Yet may stand by us and give inspirational guidance
That can alter the course and prove decisive at once
From object point of view she has been pained very weak
But we have kept females under domination and not allowed to speak
She was seen and meant to be life partner
We were to protect her with safety as Gardner
I left the idea of writing purely as an object
At one point of time I had tried to resist and reject
She is not the object to be defined from one angle
Its real beauty is realized only when resulted into triangle
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Go-Alone
One has to travel it alone
It is like surviving onslaught of cyclone
The life has made you for what you wanted to be
Resolute in mind, independent and totally free
You can decide the destiny
Having trust and faith in almighty
Certain things you may or have not
The desperate bid has to be made and force the way out
The relation built here are on temporary basis
There are no set views based on any thesis
It is one’s own mind that has to be read
Catch the path and go forward to lead
One may lead the life in isolation
As he may not find time to build the relation
The lovely companion in life is matter of luck
The ship always remains ground and struck
You have tried many times but failed
The chances were there but not availed
Something struck to your mind and it flopped
You were not encouraged and all the time stopped
You missed the bus as it was full
You made attempt were not successful
You could get in to occupy the place
But you had no resolve to find out and chase
You waited for someone to enter life
To walk hand in hand and to be called wife
It remained a dream and time passed away
You just waited for and gave the way
It will always be good to have someone
To look after in bad time and have fun
life is not merely probing ground to make run
but make it beautiful and worthwhile in turn
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Adamant and rigid
I was adamant and very rigid
Mind full of uncertainty and ideas very fluid
Would care for nobody and disregard
It was proving difficult and very hard
No one dared to touch my heart
Though I looked handsome and smart
Not even ugly girls tried any attempt to flirt
I was reserved yet very conscious and alert
I was fond of natural love and cared
For total disregard I would have not dared
It was amounting to no faith in almighty
I was unsure and that was biggest pity
I would look towards sky and silently pray
Something was secretly urging me to my dismay
Not that I was holding views to the contrary
These facts were known to me and very necessary
I longed for delicate touch and warmth
There was no chance for it to come forth
Sincerely I had not tried it for many years
Whisper was hardly known to the ears
I will attempt to look at lovely birds
Their presence will appease me when voices heard
“What a sweetness and pleasant surprise” I will guess
Will there not be any sunrise?
Any cruel man will have heart pulse
He will not be in position to repulse
If you need to be near to His presence
These are ingredients or essence
I thought for a while and looked around
The environment was beautiful and naturally found
I must go back to nature and reassure
My favored place in silence for sure
I shall make it as first attempt and succeed
It is essential and I certainly need
Who can survive with barren thoughts?
On reckless issues war can not be fought
I would zoom over tree branches
Shake them up with mild punches
I wondered how I could remain for long in isolation
There was no need to have preferred such relation
It is urging me again to rise above such things
They all have qualities to offer something
I am human being and must rise above all
This is what I felt as honest call
Life or identity is not something to last for ever
It can’t be treated differently either
It must be lived at full length and with satisfaction
If the world at large appreciates it then it is good indication
I have found the answer
The rain may at any time shower
The earth may give in to become fertile
Human being will have to be reasonable and versatile
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A need to do
What do I need in life|?
A beautiful wife,
No fight with swords or knife
Peaceful co existence
No more insistence
Lively presence
True essence
Why can’t I have it?
Unnecessary dog fight in mind
No sympathy or good words of any kind
No love or attachment suitably finds
Suspicious mind with sick ideas
Unnecessary arguments and pleas
Simple unrest and …………..
Love to live with present
Superficial ideas always absent
Feet firmly placed on the ground
Congenial atmosphere always found
No to hatred and yes to fine gesture
Not to live in fast but look at future
How do I overcome?
No to worries and happy welcome
Peace at heart and stable mind
Simple march in direction of wind
No confrontation and compromising trend
Not to aggravate and ways to mend
No enemies but find good friends
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An easy formation
Formation after formation passed by
I tried to figure out the shape with earnest try
I don’t know but tried to find you out why?
I had little hesitation but felt really shy
They ere emerging but soon to scatter
I couldn’t find out the matter
they were dark but full of hope
Who was forcing them not to rain and stop?
It bore good sign of changing faces
I could visualize the mad race
It may be strong urge to go for strong bond
I was personally in for and very fond
It might have cooling breeze
I enjoyed it a lot and did not freeze
It had warmth in its appearance
I was compelled to draw some inferences
It was giving me tremendous joy
Every moment I lived by and enjoyed
I saw your troubled face in formation
It bothered me as funny question
I could see the vastness stretching up to horizons
You were seen different in each zone
You were seen coming out as rainbow
It brighten your face with bright glow
Catching you at this moment might be considered as mistake
It might give me feeling of as that of cake
I preferred to wait and not take on immediately
I still breathed with silence and watched passionately
Were the clouds indicating to me of some storm?
Was I about to loose her in present form?
She may not do it to me as I was very much sure
Even if I doubt there may not be any cure
Lightening and thunder represented good mixture
It was indication of very good future
The relation may have same bearing in days to come
Her entry in life was most desirous and welcome
Is it not the good music that is created with every drop?
It must go on endlessly without any stop
Did it match with traditional music or pop?
I hoped it turn out to be a bumper love crops
Everything was turning into favor by your movement
You were seen eagerly moving at the moment
I could here something in ear with strong echo
‘Will you accept me” or simply forgo?
I had no doubt that it may mushroom and thrive
I had every reason to go for it and believe
The clouds may definite rain with lot more relief
I stood there witching her with utmost belief
You will not rain anywhere
I am eagerly waiting for you here
You may form many faces
I shall stand here and accept you in any case
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I Syndrome
“I” always remained alone
Liked isolation and preferred to be one
Shed tears over what was already gone
No, why, if and buts bothered one by one
When I tried to be plural
It never looked natural
I could not break from separate identity
One and only one hurdle considered to be bad quality
Many books or rather epics are written
About such existence in deities even
Who can be called supreme and ever reigning?
We all have fallen in such trap with bad beginning
So long “I “remain at the centre of controversy
One may remain obsessed with such ideology
Every comment or word about him may hurt ego
It will not allow him to feel free and forgo
History has witnessed number of empires ruined
So many ancient civilizations perished and downed
No traces are left on the face of earth to remember
Still we have confined or restricted to one magic number
Propagate “I” ideology with that of poorest of poor
Approach the weakest of the weak in the next door
Find out if you can be the person of some value
Help him in dire need if that is what is nearly due!
See the difference when “I” is transformed to one big tree
All the passers by sit under its shed and feel very free
Wind to blow with little intensity and afford nature’s luxury
Sound sleep in few moments as if not troubled by any worry
It is nice to feel strong as only one among crowd
You are taken as guiding power and spoken loud
What a tremendous change when “I” was sacrificed
Emerged on imagery stage where every word was promised
I feel odd now with single word association
It has no significance with any relation
No notice may be taken except as breathing entity
A flower boomed in desert with little grace from almighty
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A magnetic pull
It is always good to remain blessed
All familiar faces liked by you remain traced
You are at free will to dream in wonderland
As there is no dearth to find the friends
The God has installed a magnetic pull
It can make any sensible person a perfect fool
He may always think his life is at peril and not full
There prevails complete isolation, peace and lull
To fill such void you really need dramatic change
This is not unnatural and comes off with the age
It must take place with all but with varying degrees
As it may take long time to think and agree
It is good to be a part of love game at an early age
The position of an individual is like tiger in cage
He has all the killer’s instinct but forbidden
All sorts of restrictions are on and heavily laden
The love in young age is still matter of joke
It evaporates in air like thick smoke
Person gets little jolted with failure
But makes resolve not to repeat it in future
Some times I dream about old age love
It may have same repercussions when comfortably drove
It has same ripples going up and coming down
The joy is almost doubled when immediately becomes known
It has mature feeling with little to loose
As you have grown with age and enough to choose
Since the sex is pushed to back burner
It gets its new color for the beginner
There is lot more to feel and ignore
It has less demand but anxiety is more
It has come to you in the autumn season
There is yet no compulsion for any reason
Sometimes I feel like to be a young boy
Even though the age is passed to play with toys
There is definitely hidden enjoyment with joy
You mix with friends without making any ploy
The transformation from young to that of old is very dangerous
The delay in realization of some appetite makes it erroneous
You are loosing some best moments of life at little discomfort
You miss it from heart and wait some kind of ship to anchor at port
There may not be complete lust behind
Yet it can’t be ruled out with reasons to find
There is definite angle to go for it with its fulfillment
Even though there may not any firm commitment
The intensity and attachment may not lack ion any sense
Only thing that it may not have any idea of nonsense
It will have real intent behind to go for little peace
Life is to be spent with calmness and at ease
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No more grief
It is humane to cry over split milk
Can not afford for cotton still long for silk
Exactly opposite to the God’s will
No happiness and contentment still
No dead can be brought to life
Same can happen with your dearest wife
One departed means once for all
No use of crying over it and wishing for recall
It is nature’s cycle and inevitable
Even though we may be strong and capable
So many things we can do or attain
But the past events are difficult to maintain
Many might have glorious past
The life would have been easy and spent very fast
They might have lived with colorful situation
They would have wished too for its permanent continuation
It is not easy to forget passed events
They might have passed as fast movement
No one can reel back the time
It has gone off and not remained as prime
It should not have any bearing on future
As no one is confident and very much sure
The past can be buried and present can be pushed
Careful planning for future and not to be rushed
The past is hunting you like grave wound
The is not with you or can never be found
It keeps you restless and does not allow you to rest
There will be no use shedding tears and not trying best
As the cloak can not be pushed back
So the time and fortune can not be brought back too
The lesson must be taken from it to go ahead
Certainly the uncertainty must be over and fears must be allayed
It is advised not to worry so much
Things can not be brought back as such
It is thing of past and must be treated
As by gone is by gone and purpose is defeated
It will be futile attempt to live under fallacy
You will be helpless and live under mercy
You must come out of past shock
As the time go on ticking in clock
It is natural to be alert on your part
It is normal way and no body can depart
It you cling to old things and do not forgo
There won’t be any place left to go
So try to be flexible and possibly adjust
It is very much essential and must
One should remain vigilant all the time and be careful
It is going to be very much useful
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A far end
I visualize the far end
It had always remained my trend
To thinks of foes and friends
To support and ready for good wishes to send
I have sensed the futility of such hunt
Life had remained difficult and bore the burnt
It has taught me to be tolerant and submissive
There lies humbleness in not to take but to give
Why is that I have been hunted all along?
I find it alright and absolutely nothing wrong
Why people offer me brickbats for simple song?
I am always with them finding nicely among
It may be nice way of repaying in their opinion
It may be best way to offer the opposition
I still find it right and best composition
It pays me well with my position
God has given me everything to feel happy with
I never have to express anger with closing the teeth
I go silently and meet the people with open smile
It gives me course and stand to walk for an extra mile
I might have not fared well with inner conscience
It might have been out of tune with its presence
Sometimes it proves deterrent if behaved in nice way
It is landing in trouble and dragging us away
It was sill long way to go and sustain
I did all possible to remain calm and maintain
It proved not to the extent possible
I always found it difficult and impossible
I lie with satisfaction on the bed
I find everything in flames and red
I know it will be just matter of time
I may be punished by some one for my crime
I breathe happily in peace with satisfaction
It is definitely a good sign and indication
You fear it most when reach to the dead end
It does not spare either foes or friends
There is no use to lament and cry
You should not back and ask why?
Neither there is any necessarily to feel bad
Nor is there any use to feel guilty and sad
It is universal truth that one has to depart
You try to retain nothing but impart
It will always give you inner happiness
It will grant you honor and closeness
I may look towards apostles with immense trust
It makes me feel good and it is really must
It will save me from possible embarrassment
I have prepared to leave the stage at any moment
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A Blood Relation
They argue it as syndrome of blood relation
Is it matter of convenience or though elevation?
It is not difficult to understand in simple context
We let it pass of ignorantly as mere pretext
There is definite push and pull mechanism
It is equally good to have bond in humanism
It least somewhere we show some kind of attachment
There is long list of hierachy and goes on as movement
There is restriction at each and every level
It goes on and to develop and exceedingly marvel
How loosely we remain to be connected in sphere
It is always peaceful, harmonious and I healthy atmosphere
How parents rear their children in responsible manner
They may grow in full adulthood later or sooner
There is complete love in the eyes of every member
Proper care is taken in all the aspects and closely remembered
Time and tide change with the advent or passage
The strong bond or relation remains only message
Everybody loves to remain under one shield
Family as such remains one identity and only field
Children unduly demand and expect something more
They often enter into clash and go for the possibilities to explore
Sometimes it turns into battle field and unruly scene is created
Relation turn sour and all the niceties is cremated
Brother to brother act as sworn enemy
The relation goes on vane simply for money
Parents watch helplessly and condemn the move
They often curse the luck but unable to prove
The entire relation hangs on bare thread
No one bothers to understand or read
Elders try for patch and plead
Elders go in different direction and try to lead
It is happening everywhere and no one is exception
There is different dimension in relation since inception
No one can claim free from any diversion or friction
Still family bond remains as complete addiction
Had there been complete transparency in relation?
It should have excelled in all the direction
Of late it has developed visible cracks
The complete theory is thrown out of tracks
The joint families are breaking and new concept takes over
They try to limit their goals and don’t try to recover
We remain only on name remain in blood relation
There is always mistrust and does not sound well with indication
Even close acquiesce turn into blood thirsty
We can lament only and feel pity
Though it remains still as strong bond with attachment
All get united when it is felt for a moment
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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The True Meaning Of Freedom
Many look on what constitutes freedom one might say differently
What seems free to you may not seem free to me
To be ruled by your own people to you as freedom does count
But in the true meaning of freedom that to little amount.
To be ruled by your own people may be seen as quite okay
But if you have to be careful with the words you do say
Then you are not a free person despite about it how you may feel
Your idea of freedom to me does not appeal.
Of love of Country you are one who brag
And your patriotism you carry in your National flag
But despite this your Government you seemingly fear
And they only tell you what you need to hear.
Patriotic songs and ballads many like to sing
And to their admiration of freedom fighters they fervently do cling
And if that's your idea of freedom well that suits me fine
Though your ideas on life are quite different to mine.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Good Bye
It is time to say good bye,
amidst small gathering and cry,
Soul to depart from body and fly,
No one knows where and why?
Always stayed among kith and kin
Struggled hard though not very keen
So much load on solder as it had always been
So many odds against but clear path seen
Kept all flocks under shed and together
Waging a struggle and not thought to bother
Continued to strive very hard and survived
Explored all possible means and revived
Lived life to the extent possible,
Made it easy though looked impossible,
Discharged obligations to the last end,
Sensed eternal signals which were send,
Many things were done and remained undone,
Received acclaim from friends as well done,
Considered life as meaningful and good mission,
No doubts ever occurred as matter of question
Will my work remain not to be in time finished?
Chances are not bright and seems to be diminished
though life remained fulfilled and has no regret,
it’s time to sleep peacefully and rest to forget,
Will my living not be exemplary and remembered?
Ideas may soon be forgotten and pushed in corner
This may take place or happen later or sooner,
It is a lesson for the learner or beginner
I may have not lived up to the expectations,
May have many emissions and omissions,
Might have not yielded to the submissions,
But always have resisted the temptations
Ambition and desire may remain always a concern
Attempt to disassociate will be a lesson to learn
Sun always shined and brought ray of hope,
Descending was easy even in high slopes
it gives enough joy And contentment
Life seems to be a mission for fulfillment
Might have faced rough weather sometimes
Everybody in life faces good or bad times
Eyes are filled with joy and unhappiness
When you became familiar with closeness
It was happy union but soon to come to an end
You had to leave everybody including friends
It is not easy to forget log association
Either in service, circle or with family
Sometimes we might have acted silly
But it would have been atmosphere homely
It is tearful and sad departure
You may feel end in near future
It is simple law of nature
Just get top of it and be sure
Final journey to bid farewell and bye,
Not enough time to say even lie,
Permanent position to find and go,
Leaving behind memories and forgo
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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