A highs stage fever
People never give up falsehood and pretence
It lacks wisdom, powerful teeth and essence
It serves nothing except to grab in some sympathizers
It is some sort of highlighting personal matters
True love never demands single words of praise
It gives air to unnecessary rumors and raise
Many eyebrows to take the lower note of it
Then exploit it to situation which makes them to fit
It is true love can not be measured
You need no one to make you feel assured
Who will come and question until it is aired?
There will not be any fire until it is ignited and flared
Everybody has dignity and honor of staying aloof
Never to be compared with any one as solid proof
It is intentional way of gaining some sympathy from few
The truth of sun light may force them to vanish like dews
It leads a person no where with ire and anguish
Life does not come to an end or finish
It makes a person to come out with resolute face
What n sympathizers word can make one to win the race?
It is individual choice to walk straight with head high
He can aim high and add imaginations to fly
The reality does not change at all with falsehood
It is to be clearly borne in mind and clearly understood
I believe it is simple way of making people fool
Fall in line with misrepresentation and playing it cool
As coin stands with two sides to represent
The lines clearly lacks the wisdom and is absent
Some people may readily jump in to offer sweet words
Coupled with good use of oratory for looking forward
It smacks of bad tactics to push a person on wrong side
A sensible person will not disclose a bitter memory and hide
How one can raise a head and walk with honor?
When there is complete loss of trust uncalled for?
Will the street people come and address the issue?
It is only individual who will raise his head high and rescue
Everyone is passing through same phase with trauma
No one presents gloomy picture with sensational drama
It needs better sense of understanding and realization
Everything can be sorted out without raising any questions
Life hangs on bare thread of trust
It is very much essential and must
It further worsens the situation
If it is not stopped and allowed continuation
What a pity to present face with broken heart?
What one is trying to present at the start?
It can only be termed as poetic skill or an art
It will be uneasy to ride and make journey in cart
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Inspiring object
There is one beautiful art
Deceptive arguments with beautiful start
Sometimes called unfaithful and sometimes flirt
She has done everything in her command to hurt
How one can be turned in to liar?
When he is in agreement with her
Like whatever he puts forward
And still force him to fall backward
What makes one makes actually to wonder?
Clouds are bound to make noise and thunder
It is natural and known psychology
Where is need to blame and later on to ask apology?
All females are worth to be praised
It depends on how they are raised
If they are really honest and straight forward
There is no need to express in words
Lie can not be called lie if spoken with sense
Even truth can turn into fiasco if spoken as nonsense
Everybody might be speaking little lie
If one had to meet consequences and die
One should think much on treachery
It is find blend of good oratory]
Everybody does it for pleasing others
It should not be taken as things to bother
Many people are trained to hide the feelings
You won’t come to know whether they are unwilling or willing
Love is such thing that nothing may come in between
Life and wife will be on one side and somebody may come in
Person dies every second and comes to life again
Each move is calculated yet concern still remain
Conscious may not allow but forced to do
This is tragedy of life and very true
Soul and mind does not act together
They may change as per nature and weather
Many flowers may attract the mind
Person may run after it to find
Love is not the item to be defined
One may go after it and will not confine
Whether it is principally wrong or right
There is no need to think over and fight
You have every right to think and alter the course
You must logically analyze and think of course
Love may disappoint and even desert in midst of journey
Yet no one ends life and this has happened with many
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Beautiful art
There is one beautiful art
Deceptive arguments with beautiful start
Sometimes called unfaithful and sometimes flirt
She has done everything in her command to hurt
How one can be turned in to liar?
When he is in agreement with her
Like whatever he puts forward
And still force him to fall backward
What makes one makes actually to wonder?
Clouds are bound to make noise and thunder
It is natural and known psychology
Where is need to blame and later on to ask apology?
All females are worth to be praised
It depends on how they are raised
If they are really honest and straight forward
There is no need to express in words
Lie can not be called lie if spoken with sense
Even truth can turn into fiasco if spoken as nonsense
Everybody might be speaking little lie
If one had to meet consequences and die
One should think much on treachery
It is find blend of good oratory]
Everybody does it for pleasing others
It should not be taken as things to bother
Many people are trained to hide the feelings
You won’t come to know whether they are unwilling or willing
Love is such thing that nothing may come in between
Life and wife will be on one side and somebody may come in
Person dies every second and comes to life again
Each move is calculated yet concern still remain
Conscious may not allow but forced to do
This is tragedy of life and very true
Soul and mind does not act together
They may change as per nature and weather
Many flowers may attract the mind
Person may run after it to find
Love is not the item to be defined
One may go after it and will not confine
Whether it is principally wrong or right
There is no need to think over and fight
You have every right to think and alter the course
You must logically analyze and think of course
Love may disappoint and even desert in midst of journey
Yet no one ends life and this has happened with many
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Trust
After all I been through with you
I lost
Trust
In people, my family, and myself
I feel so afraid
I can't tell people the truth about anything
I'm hiding in my shell for safety
There are good people you can
Trust
There are people you can't
Trust
People you hang with is who you can
Trust
There are other people not in your group you can't
You share secrets, replied on that person and won't backstab you is people you can
Trust
Eventually they do it without you knowing
Trust
I feel like deep in my heart I lost my
Trust
I hide everything and give simple answers that is not truth
To those people and the one I love
I can't even share what I really think to them
I have the
Trust
In myself to know better
After two days ago I realized I can trust people
I need to give them one more chance
I can be me still and be strong person
Trust
Is what I need to get back in guys too because
I want to date and see what happen
I'm not holding back
I just need to give guys chances
It's right to do and experience
I won't forget, or regret anymore, or cry about it
Trust
Is what I'm trying to get back and I be ok one day
I won't take guy I like for granted or people I like
Trust
poem by Christina Phan
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No Compromise
It is something no one may like to compromise
One may raise head high with fulfillment of promises
It may take you full steps ahead with pride
If you try to recon ciliate and don’t hide
To lower the head means full recognition
Integrity very high and never in question
Full praise with fame in mention
All roses on heads and no tension
There is great smile on face
It is proudest moment of all after winning the race
If one can live with honor and pride
The happy moments no one can hide
It is easy to go with
As you are fully armed with teeth
It may remain so till your death
It may end with full satisfaction when people lay a wreath
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Age Matters Less
Age matters less
When on odd situation you may suddenly face
The experience may show you the way out
Possibly remove the fear and clear the rout
We, the poets, create a drama
Pain, agony, misery and trauma
Ultimately create the scene of happiness
If situation demands it in such case
But do we feel part and suffer?
What more have we to offer?
Only sweet words or some hidden message
I think way out with smooth passage
People may think of some angles
Sometimes may be troubled by triangles
But what else can be done to assuage the feelings?
When there is hatred all around and urge for wanton killing
Certainly poetic skill can come to rescue
People may think fresh and overview
As sun appears over morning dews
What a show to present for quite few!
Early risers may witness it
Think of divine spirit and greet
Ultimately we too are of same origin
Why not forget everything and close in
I shall know then the gradual change
We may come to terms and manage
Ready to inscribe on golden page
Despite gloom scene and hot chase
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Evil I See In Others
The evil I see in others in my own self I see
And the so called evil people are no less evil than me
'Tis not my place to judge others leave the Law take it's course
Than us mere living mortals there is some far greater force.
Look at the power of Nature no greater force than she
She claims all living creatures yet of guilt she is free
None ever say she's evil what's evil anyway?
The words of good and evil just words that people say
About those they see as good or evil others we like to pigeon hole
Have I right to condemn others when there's darkness in my soul
I'm only good and evil come tell me what are you
Since you tell me that you have a God but to your own self are you true?
For a callous act of one individual we condemn an entire race
And people are judged by their postal address and the colour of their face
We talk of love and harmony whilst war we do embrace
By making yourself a better person you'll make the World to live in a better place.
The evil I see in others in my own self I see
But you there Mr Perfect of all sin are you free?
You say that one is evil leave that person alone
You are not one that's free of taint so you should not cast the stone.
poem by Francis Duggan
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No sir
It is nice to be addressed as sir
It adds to glory with different color
Person feels proud with achievement
Nice to rejoice with happy moments
Generally we give respected to aged persons
It has some feeling with reasons
We have parents at home and reminds of their presence
We respect any one when see them at once
It has remained tradition to accord honor
Either with excellence in field
Or some high position held
It is traditional to be known as specialist in the field
Let people honor your age
It is token gesture on page
What else they can offer?
As they have seen you rise and suffer
Not age only grants you respect
Even though that has been given to you in fact
People see in your a great strength
Take as much advantage as possible before death
So let them have opportunity to address
See the smile and honor on your face
To morrow they may take pride in having you as sir
As the time, days and even may pass the years
It is humbleness on the part of person to fee odd
When addressed often as sir or to that high of god
It takes away closeness from the known people
So it is preferred to remain free from any trouble
It is good when someone is placed at the top
There should not be any attempt to stop
Let people feel proud of a person who is one among them
To be known as diamond and priceless gem
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I Believe
when the ride
has its ups and downs
to turn your pretty face
to an ugly frown
seems that when i fix one thing
another one comes
clouding up my vision
but i can feel the sun
i believe that i can do this
i know that i can win
as long as i have
his love within
i believe that i can make it
i can make it through the night
i believe that i can walk on
with my head held high
i believe that i am special
in every way
but in ordewr to have my victory
i gotta believe
i have to see
myself at the finish line
i have to visualize
that everything will fall in line
i have to visualize the land
while riding throught the storm
i have to trust in my father
and open up my heart
i believe that i can do this
i know that i can win
as long as i have
his love within
i believe that i can make it
i can make it through the night
i believe thast i can walk on
with my head held high
i believe that i am special
in every way
but in order to have my vitory....
oh heartbreak (i can handle it)
and heart pain (i can handle it)
being let down (i can handle it)
no ones around (i can handle it)
i believe i can (i can handle it)
i recieve i can (i can handle it)
and now in walkin right into my victory
i believe that i can make it
i can make it throught the night
i believe that i can walk on
with my head held high
i believe that i am special
in every way
but in order to have my victory....
(say it with me know)
i belive that i can make it
i can make it throught the night
i believe that i can walk on
with my head held high
i believe that i amspecial
in every way
but in order to have my victory
i gotta believe
song performed by by Yolanda Adams
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I Believe
when the ride
has its ups and downs
to turn your pretty face
to an ugly frown
seems that when i fix one thing
another one comes
clouding up my vision
but i can feel the sun
i believe that i can do this
i know that i can win
as long as i have
his love within
i believe that i can make it
i can make it through the night
i believe that i can walk on
with my head held high
i believe that i am special
in every way
but in ordewr to have my victory
i gotta believe
i have to see
myself at the finish line
i have to visualize
that everything will fall in line
i have to visualize the land
while riding throught the storm
i have to trust in my father
and open up my heart
i believe that i can do this
i know that i can win
as long as i have
his love within
i believe that i can make it
i can make it through the night
i believe thast i can walk on
with my head held high
i believe that i am special
in every way
but in order to have my vitory....
oh heartbreak (i can handle it)
and heart pain (i can handle it)
being let down (i can handle it)
no ones around (i can handle it)
i believe i can (i can handle it)
i recieve i can (i can handle it)
and now in walkin right into my victory
i believe that i can make it
i can make it throught the night
i believe that i can walk on
with my head held high
i believe that i am special
in every way
but in order to have my victory....
(say it with me know)
i belive that i can make it
i can make it throught the night
i believe that i can walk on
with my head held high
i believe that i amspecial
in every way
but in order to have my victory
i gotta believe
song performed by by Yolanda Adams
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What Makes Bri Feel Bad....[Personal]
I don't mean (by 'feel bad') unruly, criminal, or mean. I mean disgusted or disappointed, or somewhere in between.
It bothers me to see a person littering, but I still get through the day. If I think someone is wheeling a store's cart home, I really want to say:
'Did the manager give you permission? '.... It seems like stealing in a way.
I feel a little disappointed when the ice cream in carton is finished, and when old age causes a person's quality of life to be diminished. Of course I can buy more ice cream, though Aki may say 'no', and people really can limit how many years...they have left 'to go'.
I feel bad when I'm misquoted, when people try to 'put words in my mouth.' I actually manage to say enough 'bad things'...all by myself. I feel a little 'bad' if an [unnamed] woman complains.... when I raise my voice. I think it's a common trait of many men (Evolution?) : ...do we really have a choice? ?
So now I've told you some of the things that....can make me feel 'bad'. I tried to think of more things but couldn't, and that makes me feel very glad.
{Well, sure there are more things, ……but why dwell on what upsets?
Perhaps the more one dwells on positive things, ...the better one's life gets.}
(2-3-12)
poem by Bri Edwards
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A kindness with gesture
A person will be know by his own behavior
He will be his own destructor and savior
His turn about may speak well about personality
It may also prove his ability and capability
He can’t become well-known for his fortune
No one may buy his arguments or fall to his tune
There may be many like him in this world
They may enjoy their life but their approach may be very cold
We can give advice to others ob the basis of expertise
People may offer all support and at the same criticize
It is state of art that comes to the person’s rescue
He may have all the fame and name which is due
What do people expect from you as gentleman?
Few kind words and treatment very human
It may raise your status to the highest position
It will also be known as rare combination
What in return of kindness we offer?
Will it be in form of blessings or simple murmur?
Words should not simply fall or flow?
If they are spoken with affection then face must also glow
May it be from elders in the form of kiss?
It may also be special offer and gesture from Miss
I shall welcome it without any hiss
Who knows it may be or prove real bliss?
I shall prefer to remain unknown and live alone
Even if no help comes from any one
I must accept it with full joy from inception
Even if that is offered with some deception
Why then so much noise is created?
Is there not real love which is recreated?
Do we ever sing when some one is cremated?
Do we not shed tears even if it is lamented?
How do we define it in terms and exactly?
Message is conveyed properly and correctly
May it not looks so neat and clean?
As heart and mind act together and lean
Why simple kiss creates hornet’s nest?
Is it not the ideal to offer as best?
Why at all it should give nuisance test?
No gossips, no rumors and put them at rest
What difference it makes if offered on forehead?
Love and true affection takes place and spread
All sentiments can be expressed and simply read
Fragrance comes out of it and coolness is felt in head
Lovers may take it as warm welcome
Daughter may feel simply good and feel awesome
Wife to husband may seem as emerging gesture
Happy moments may appear with beautiful nature
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Agree to a point
It can never be you
it is equally true
one has to always pass through
it can't be compared between two
How can 'I ' be others?
why does it offend and bother?
one is definitely single individual
One may pursue and plat the role double
I disagree to agree a point
There is no link or joint
it is human bond and feeling
one is always eager and willing
it leads you to the awkward feeling
it can't be avoided by mere filling
this worsens the situation and amounts to interfearence
one can't draw conclusion or inference
leave it to others for good judgement
It may only invite adverse comment
two individuals can't have same temperament
the bulbs too gives different light with same filament
It may vary from person to person
there may not be one but various reasons
it has to be reasonable sorted out
else you may be suitable singled out
this is probably reason for person's down fall
it is unhealthy assumption and untimely call
it creates hatred and impregnable wall
you will have to curb the move and stall
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Good To Know
Good to know
It is good to know all
Acquaint nicely and pay a call
Accept or reject by simple choice
Never fool a person with false promises
World is full of different people
Some extend help and others create trouble
Yet we accept them as mere compulsion
There is full knowledge but we raise no question
It is equally good to love everybody
But that should not be the botheration for anybody
If they poke unnecessarily and interfere
They should be told frankly without fear
In doing so you may avoid the company of few
Pay scant respect and never accept their views
In normal dealing that may stand good
The difference or choice is clearly understood
We may be feeling uneasy with lot many of them
We have no means to tackle but receive unnecessary blame
Such people cause irritation in mind
We go all out to shut the door and wish never to find
Some are irrational and few may be really concerned
They may come to rescue when really cornered
Any assistance, that may be needed, is sincerely offered
It is nice to reciprocate in a manner even if opinion is differed
We will have to choose the people of lesser evils
Some may try to over impose and try to grill
Yet human mind is such that you can't avoid
We have to meet the challenge and fill the void
We may want to disregard someone but can't do
The situation may force us to reason and pass through
That may create irritation but serve the purpose
In that case we must know the human art and put in use
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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To Whom It May Concern
O those ignorant of the path to God
don't carry on about less than a dog.
There’s so much to be gained in youth
so get yourself interested in the truth.
If some stranger were to say to you
certain words that proved to be true
would you hold onto them and pray,
regardless of whether it was today?
You brood over too many things it seems
which are of little value even in dreams.
This situation sometimes gets out of hand
but you do manage bravely and withstand.
You're so caught up in the ways of the flesh
that you hardly know how to escape the mesh.
You keep on repeating the same mistakes over again
and wonder how on earth you have come to this end.
In this world you will always reap what you sow
take heed therefore and make an effort to know:
the actions performed will cause one to rise or fall
whatever is held in the mind opens or closes a door.
We should never take this world to be real and lasting
because everything and everyone is part of the casting,
on the world's stage depicting various dramatic scenes
and whether we like it or not make impressions it seems.
Everything we see and touch has a beginning and ending
yet we persist in hoarding as much as we can for tending.
Our inner desires are never really all fulfilled to the extent
that we don't want or crave something else for our content.
The affairs of this world have become so complex and binding
where is that situation or condition which is not demanding?
For the average person who doesn't consider any alternative
their attachment’s complete; hands, feet and head affirmative.
With everything we say and do we reveal or give something away
how much therefore can we hide from one seeing through the array.
When we find or realize our ideal in life then we'll surely know
all we have gained outside of ourselves is only a passing show.
The world we all see around us is made up of light and shadow
for everything that there is an opposite exists my dear fellow.
Most of the people in the world go from one extreme to the other
they spend most of their lives seeking additional ground to cover.
The mystery of life and death still remains to be resolved
praise be to that person who this ignorance has dissolved.
That person is immersed in knowledge and has also reached The Goal
radiating to all the divine light of wisdom, bliss and love of The Soul.
poem by George Krokos
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The Forgotten Song
It’s not the road that matters,
But the path that leads you on.
You find your way, through cloud and stone,
To some forgotten song.
It’s not the path that leads you,
But your heart that shows you true.
And in the end, the only thing
That matters here is you.
It’s time to put an end to this,
One overdue by far.
A person is a person and
You’re only what you are.
A person can be only that,
You’re only what you are.
It’s not your head that matters,
But you heart that leads the way.
Perfection is an aimless goal,
And endless game we play.
It’s not your heart that leads you,
For your feet move where they will.
A body once in motion then
Can nevermore be still.
It’s time to put an end to this,
One overdue by far.
A person is a person and
You’re only what you are.
A person can be only that,
You’re only what you are.
But there is never just one way,
For life has many roads.
And who can ever find the way,
For no one really knows?
It’s not the road that matters,
Nor the path that leads you on.
It’s neither heart nor head nor feet
That finds that hidden song.
It’s been inside you all this time,
A ballad tried and true.
The answer comes to those who live:
What matters here is you.
It’s time to put an end to this,
One overdue by far.
A person is a person and
You’re only what you are.
A person can be only that,
You’re only what you are.
poem by Allison Rose
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To be called beggar
It is curse on earth to be called beggar
It hurts a person as if inserted with the dragger
Who can like such remarks when had plenty?
He is spending life now as beggar with fallen grace from almighty
The cycle changes in everybody's life
Sometimes from the treachery of wife
Sometimes cheated by own relatives
When person remains choosey and subjective
See the lines on the face of beggar
He may look at you with agony and fear
Expecting no big amount but small coin
Collect few and come back to family to join
Not all beggars may have family of their own
Some of them may be earning more and popularly know
Yet majority of them suffer under trauma
As life has cheated them by playing drama
I hesitated for a moment to dropp coin in his hand
He was helpless but had bright eyes and looked as friend
I saw some compulsion in his eyes and felt bad
The same situation can come in our life too and make sad
Even if you want to donate or give with willingness
Give it with pleasure and happiness of face
Never make it known that it is just a gesture
God has given you plenty and act is noble and pure
Let us wish such days not come in anybody's life
It is treacherous and disgraceful to feel edge of knife
Person dies at every moment and finds no answer
Summer, hot sun and rain make their life miserable with showers
Some of the people even act as beggars
They may hold fortune under safe custody and fear
They may find no proper sleep and suffer restless nights
He is beggar by virtue and another is penniless in the street
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Love Is Murder
The biggest murder of all time is the murder of love
thus making love a crime that all people should be charged guilty with
especially after marriage because love is what makes people question their lover's trust and their ability to be faithful
Love makes people go mad with jealousy if their significant other looks at another person
love is what destroys a person as a whole not just their heart
and in the end Love can be so dangerous that it could kill people
quite literally which is why Love is Evil and also why Love Is Murder
poem by Zackory Kzeminski
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Screw all those Facebook groups, heres everything I hate and love in one list.
I hate when you climb so far up, and the smallest mistake has you falling to your death. Again.
I hate when the who person means s*** to you makes you cry.
I hate when your happy and your best friends sad, and you sad and your best friends happy.
I hate watching people cry over some stupid b****.
I hate when you miss the sunrise.
I hate when the person you love ignores you.
I hate when it comes to the point that you don't even feel like explaining why your sad anymore.
I hate when your tinniest wishes don't come true.
I hate watching my friends go through the same pain as me.
I hate making the same mistake twice.
I hate insults.
I hate people who pick on one kid who never did anything, when they should be picking on each other.
I hate when the a**hole gets away with it.
I hate how I cry whenever I'm trying to say something important.
I hate when someone pity's you.
I hate when people flip out over stupid stuff.
I hate when girls cause drama just cause.
I hate when people fight.
I hate when you lose the one you love.
I hate when you regret doing something really big.
I hate when I'm mean to people.
I hate when people are mean to me.
I hate feeling alone....all the freaking time.
I hate when your parents are disappointed in you.
I hate my life.
But I love laughing with my friends till my tummy hurts.
I love watching home videos with everyone.
I love taking a walk right after it rains.
I love seeing that innocent look in an animals eyes.
I love the rush of being at a concert.
I love having a moment with a complete stranger in the hallway.
I love those times when the person you love is looking into your eyes and you look back.
I love making people smile.
I love those moments when your not really sure why, but your so unbelievably content with who you are.
I may hate MY life, but I love life.
poem by Gabriella Mantone
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Basic to Long For
It is very basic to long for closeness
It is also essential to feel oneness
Life is given for once in life time
Don’t waste it in committing crime
“To love and be loved” must form instinct
You must look different and distinct
This is how human being and individual excel
Know the world fully well and authoritatively tell
It is grief that melts the hard core man
He goes for quick remedy in capacity whatever he can
That is God gift and everybody is gifted
Person may change for a while when interest is shifted
No need to tell others as what to do
They have seen enough of it and passed through
How can we be the judge of others action?
You are not to jump as arbitrator as reaction
Person may suffer for his acts in present life
Life may be proved difficult and like cutting edge of knife
It may make him to realize the consequences of ill acts
This is reality of life and very basic fact
He is very much aware of our weaknesses
He always sees our pale and tired faces
He can address it in time but awaits gradual change
If person can know the reality with passing of an age
We must bow to supreme power with strong belief
It may offer you solace and permanent relief
An immediate change may not be noticed
But good result is always promised
Never try to compare with others as it is unhealthy
Everybody is destines as per the wish of almighty
Who are we to fight over supremacy of any kind?
Can we stop ourselves from advocating wrong and going blind?
Let us now the universal truth
It needs no support or proof
Whatever you see around is just a vision
Do not try to vitiate or create confusion
You may be judged as per your behavior
The almighty God will act as savior
He is there to look after you as protector
We are simply managing scene as stage actors
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The One For You And I
some people often wonder if they have found that
one true person that is the other part of them
the one true person that makes them complete they wonder thru their days and nights longing for the answer
the answer is right there they just don't know how to look for there answer to
have I found the other part of me
can you say with out a doubt the person you are with makes you feel whole
can you say that the other person you are with
when you are apart you feel like something of you is missing
if you can answer yes to these two simple questions
then you have found the other part of you
your soul mate
honey you are the one that makes me whole
you are the one that has defined me
you are the light within my soul
behold the stars that burn like beacons in the night
surrounds the breath of wind and fire
upon the evening of my twilight
for as I look upon the stars shall I hold you
in my heart upon the sea an endless ocean
beacons with the essence of your name
longing to be the candle I am like the wave of the endless ocean
that travels out upon the wind for I am the light of heaven
that beats within the window of my soul
you are the one that makes me whole
you are the one that has defined me
you are the light within my soul
honey you are my world, my love, my heart and my soul.
you live in my dreams for now I see you when I sleep
I see your face in my dreams and I speak your name.
my heart beats faster and a smile sweeps across my face
like sand blowing across the desert in a windstorm.
I call your name and I sleep only to hear you answer me.
I feel your breath on my neck and in my ear,
it drives me insane I just want to be with you someday as close as skin
and its as real as the real thing...someday
I plan on making the dream a reality but for now I continue to sleep....
poem by Mrs. Cynosure
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