A kind blessings
Life was smiling all the time with kind blessings
Nothing is left behind to be remembered as missing
Life seems totally fulfilled with no memory to lapse
What can be dreamed of other than this or anything else?
It is not that I have not come across failures
Lady luck was always smiling and everything was for sure
I had to struggle very hard to live with changing world
I continue to remain within sphere and in fold
So much to remember and nothing to forget
Nothing to leave to uncertainty and goal to set
That is how life had rewarded for days to come
I miss all past days and wish them to come back for welcome
I fear those sweet memory may deceive me again
That was hunting me and remained concern main
I must do something before they are erased
I must synchronize the events before being chased
I have missed so much and that has to remembered now
I do not know when that can be done and how
The best way is to write them down on plane paper and compile
That may last long and purpose can be served for a while
I am in doubt whether I will be able to give justice
How such things can be put in words to look nice?
Each feeling has got different lines to be shown
They should not be misrepresented and disproportionately blown
The rainbow represents all colors to speak about nature
All deep and light colors highlight ups and down of future
Sometimes blessed with happiness and sometimes sadness
Yet as symbolic way of putting facts they speak of oneness
How many might have perished under loads of heavy odd
They might have just tolerated it without much to add
They may be less fortunate enough to have different tale
They might have be consummated by timely cycle of whale
I do feel about the real tragedy and its consequences
I might have come across many of such instances
Some may find hardly any mention with lots of fear
Lot many deaths might have gripped us to be lost as dear and near
I may still try to memorize and give the justice
I must live to expectations and to the promises
I know by gone will never be remembered
I am now on work for those ideas to be centered
I will offer peace with white color
Sadness and pain can go little darker
Happiness and joy can be with olive green
All my past life than can be seen as evergreen
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A school life
The weather can be totally unpredictable
The human tendency like it is not at all acceptable
The rain is our main source of inspiration
We welcome it in its complete duration
There is tremendous change with the arrival of season
Initial days are quite enjoyed with good reasons
The children too like their initial school days
The parent to find good hope with rays
The school transform the character of child
They learn the basic elements and remain mild
They have innocence but do not act as fool
They learn a lot so long as they remain in school
It is lot more to gain and act
This is most unforgettable fact
It is always remembered in spare days
As it has taught us in many ways
There is enough time to focus on future
The last year shapes destiny and makes it sure
The time is approaching near to give farewell
Everybody is in fine mood to remember it well
The last moments are full of joy
They make it memorable and enjoy
The time and tide waits for none
The saying is well remembered by everyone
The school days are not forever
It has brief spell but to be spent there however
The long association makes them little upset
But the day for for departure is already set
It is natural to feel pain in separation
Everybody become so much emotional
So many incidences emerge in memory lane
As they have decided to leave the school by bus or plane
It may be altogether new experience
Now they have responsibility and enough sense
They may remain busy after leaving the busy life
The teacher has always remained them about edge of knife
They are needing good advice and direction
Whole future depends upon their action
The school platform has limited role
They may have to adjust with different poles
As the days are nearing to depart
They slowly gather to celebrate it in part
They may freely move and try to find
They will be out soon for the new world to find
It may be worrying them a lot
They fear fear and would not want to be caught
The life has become full of ups and down
Now they have to share the burden and own
Time may come soon to be separated
It will become past to be only related
It will remain as lost memory in one corner
They part of new life later or sooner
The path lay wide open to march
No one may lead you with torch
You were ably guided here by teacher
There you will be with respectable sirs
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Read 'em And Weep
Midnight, not a sound from the pavement
Has the moon lost her memory, she is smiling alone
In the lamplight, the withered leaves, collected my fee
And the wind begins to moan
Memory, all alone in the moonlight
I can smile at the old days, it was beautiful then
I remember the time I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again
Daylight, I must wait for the sunrise
I must think of a new life, and I mustn't give in
When the dawn comes, tonight will be a memory, too
And a new day will begin
Burnt out ends of smoky days, the stale cold smell of morning
The street lamp dies, another night is over, another day is dawning
Touch me, it's so easy to leave me, all alone with the memory of my day in the sun
If you touch me, you'll understand what happiness is
Look a new day, has begun
Memory, all alone in the moonlight
I can smile at the old days, it was beautiful then
I remember the time I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again
song performed by by Barry Manilow
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Beyond rainbow
I could see nothing beyond rainbow
It was distance object of fine show
A rare scene with lot more to present
Life in happiness and all worries to be absent
It gives pleasant surprises when rain is over
Like our life when all dark clouds are scattered and find cover
Life stabilizes after little spell of uncertainty
A rare blessing granted from the almighty
Rainbow may remain for few minutes only
It may give relief when you feel lonely
Lovely to watch all colors in semi circle
As if lot more scope to come out from troubles
Green to bring much awaited peace
Joy all over and life to be spent at ease
Saffron a devotional color to represent sacrifice
Life to be loved at full length with promises
Nothing is permanent here and likely to disappear
For short and momentary as it may now appear
We all go for it and wish bright sunshine
When rainbow is withdrawn after bright shine
What is there to wonder when nature speaks?
Never allow you to feel lonely and wounds to leak
You were stronger earlier and may remain so
If applied vision beyond rainbow and go
Let us think about no time with us
Build confidence with trust
If necessary then pick any color you like
Many more ways may open and ideas strike
Spend few seconds with nature
You may certainly find the future
There is nothing else nature can do
Yet some of the features are very true
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Autumn Swing
Back to the back
Undo and tracking our footprints
Printed on the sand of time
Reached and stopped at one point
The beginning of earliest thing
Our first meet and Hello greet
Hello world
We keen seed a plant
Sprout the moment, the lesson start
Water my soul you bring me light
With you the life we ride
Deep in core, inside
Grows to root in heart
Hello world
It's been many years we had
But seems like yesterday we been here
The wind still calm, loyal visit our garden
Hope all season life still evergreen not frozen
Time goes fast like a smoke
Thick, thin, disappear
We smile we cry, branching emotion in vessels
Patiently we waiting to smell the scent of happy
Life not easy but we learn new lesson daily
Branches becomes stronger day by day
Stronger construct history today
Dig deep by root, taller, up by shoot
Life so mystery but can be understood
Green leaf symbols of living
Each one, each day we been talking
One day we gained or leaving
Day by day, Oh World
Who thought we passed years
We changed by now and we still
To be now a shady tree
Against the storm or a safe home
The best shelter of nightingale
And we learn how to sing beautiful tale
At least apples ripen accompany
Time running just like a smoke
Dense, smear, disappear
Now, here, today will be another memory
Seasons of life, chapter of our story
Green leaf will change to yellow or brown glory
Feel blue, past leave yellow history
Time so fast, if wrong, say my sorry
Green leaves won't leave a grieve
Together this color we folded in our lifestory
Enveloped in leaves of remembrance
And sand of time bringing changes again
Seal with red to yellow, fade out the blue
The old green one day be the past hue
Gentle breeze drift them away
Fall down, the leaves
fall me with the miss
As the autumn comes again
The memories fly away
We missing and missed
but the wind we love still
The moments we now shared
Rooted in heart, ever-last to exhale
The joy, the smile, the cry and pain
In each branches, vessel and vein
We passed the past, memory make it last
The colors only changed but still so intense
All...Enveloped in leaves of remembrance
Just not green only red or yellow remain
Once we live it fresh as green but now
To the red, brown to yellow it changed
I sat and think life is about to change
The significant why memory remain
Autumn wind take all away
Falling all the red leaves
Falling me, for something i missed
The wind touch again, on this skin
Kiss me cold remind, warm past rewind
But this life-tales we love still
Autumn come again to swing this feel
Hello world,
The seed we plant
Swing me back to memories
When the first time i touch life flowers
I enjoyed and sweetly cry
When the branches broken in vein
I cried my salty cry
Now i learn shoot will replace anew
As new day we keep growing too
The lost green will fade away
The past cant forever stay
We might lost beautiful red, yellow part
But forever memory warming in my heart
I will remember as blue disperse remarks.
Falling down those leaves
falling me, this miss
All behind was around and round
Leaves falling down on the ground
Like our memories, matured, beautiful brown
I'll wait for the time, when everything is back
Beginning of a new story
For new branches to grow
And bring green back home
I smiled and creating new footprints to remember
...........for one day i will return
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The poem is about these three things, i make it to tell in diverse meaning..hope fully it works
1. The memory and story of life that symbolized as a leaf..losing it may cause a miss
2. The time, is like the story of our life and history...Hello is intro when we was born and life
bring some another greet as we grow and changed by time
3. Dedication to a friend, which evergreen in heart
I imagine that we start something like a hello, we plant it and grow
deep in heart...
Autumn Swing is about...
'what all of us having now, current is green..so fresh color of living..this moment we are constructing memories for old days sooner...Then the memories in the making are green as it in present tense and all folded in a leaf...The green will fade as time we will leave...it turn to yellow, red and brown (color of memory) we miss the blue (color of peace) ..The green colors have two complexions (element of green=blue+yellow) mean (live in current=peace and memory. As the leaf lost the green and turn yellow, it means the blue and memory depart each other...When the autumn comes, the wind blows and the leave fall...the fall of the leave=miss because the memory just far away from tree which planted in heart..deep rooted in heart :)
The colors, from green to red-yellow fade to blue meaning as well as this
(blue+yellow=green) ...blue=serene, yellow=memory, green=life and fresh. Hope you can feel connected to one of these or any reason
Thanks for reading and Autumn just coming, enjoy it..! ! Keep smiling
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Fate:
In this life I live with a feeling, deep inside stabbing and tearing.
My heart is empty, Black and torn. these days of pain are uncomparing.
i try to ignore this guilt and sadness, i cant shake this pain and feeling.
the days grow longer, the nights grow darker this feeling i have is unwilling.
i wish it free to no longer be but my past has left me a great memory.
This memory within tears me apart, i wish to erase it from my mind and heart.
the memory of happiness that tears me apart, i only wish to flee from this tormenting memory.
to flee and run to escape my fate that is yet to come.
I cannot stop it, no matter how far i run, this fate will haunt me till its done.
poem by Thomas Bevers
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Truly makign weary
It was all said and not done
Wind blew with speed and gone
Left behind deep scar and sweet memory
There is no time to feel sorry
Nothing has changed not even courtyard
Where cuckoos appear in morning with sweet melodious words
The language speak of love with no specific title
But we take it granted as appropriate and suitable
I need not look at sky
Leave under uncertainty with so much feeling of shy
That lovely memory resurfaces and makes me uneasy
Even though I pretend to be active and very busy
What do I miss even today?
His elegant style of living and beautiful way
Gentle approach and mild steps forward
I was sure of not looking backward
He will storm me in peaceful manner
I will give up my way no sooner
As it has come to me after long struggle and wait
I will not attribute it only to fate
I need rest and permanent refuge
Where no one can come and refuse
I seek all seasons with equal participation
Rainbow must represent it will lovely indication
Everything changes except very good heart
That God has given to us in the form of art
You miss a person for all the times to come
Even if missed in life still you welcome
Almighty might have not wanted all this
Only we made ground for ourselves to miss
Otherwise where is compulsion to leave and feel sad?
Stormy days may not end even if we feel good or bad
It was healing touch that gave excitement
Full of joy, happiness and total commitment
What we missed actually was presence of common enemy
That was taking us away and truly making weary
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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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
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A book as medium
A book is called book if reveals human misery
Contains past glorious events of the history
Speak nothing about treason and mystery
All relevant truth essential to be made known to country
We have long and cherish memory of past
Brave people and heroic struggle put up to last
Upholding the traditional values and customs
Benefiting millions of countrymen to know abut freedom
It can be anything from religion to struggle
Coming out successfully from known troubles
Improving and maintaining cordial relation
Having peace at all the times and no more questions
It can be about recreating hymns and prayers
Lost in the past waves yet alive in inner layers
Recalling how ancestors in the past were prosperous
Leading happy and ordinary life sans contentious
It may be unfortunate if we don’t cover the expeditions
Scaling of high peak mountains under adverse conditions
Rich heritage from cultural revolutions up to current stage
To be remembered by all right from the stalwarts to the teenage
Even though books are rich so far literature is concerned
Some of the topics are to be avoided and discerned
It may give temporary pleasure but leave behind deep scar
The bitterness to be remo0ved and pushed very far
The book represents marble statue carved out from simple stones
It may speak live the history and impressions already gone
The credit goes to the originator who did so much pain in writing
It must create congenial atmosphere and lead to no more fighting
It must also lead to preservation of the nation as single entity
No contents must speak disheartening facts leading to disunity
This is dangerous trend now days seen in recent revelations
It solves less but creates controversies and lots of questions
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Timing with place
There is definite timing with place
Where you can light up your face
Bring all the glitters of gold in memory
All past happiness not to cause any worry
The heart may beat in isolation
Even though there is no direct relation
It has to beat to express solid attachment
As there is holy internal movement
No season in fact matter
All colors appear and disappear later
Someone may be lucky enough
Life may prove smooth or very rough
The falling leaves don’t scare me as time moves on
The wind blows gently even if dews have gently blown
I feel no chilly winds to have gentle touch
I have missed it this before as such
He has done it with great warmth
I had to miss its effect aftermath
How many years have passed on since it happened?
I give more thrust on memory to be sharpened
You made it fascinating colorful rainbow
The colors were not allowed easily to go
The time took it away without any notice
I sit here under the open sky to remember the promises
Whole world would have fallen to my knee
I was in youth and totally free
I could have surrendered at first call
I was determined to rush after scaling the wall
Well it is not yet over and I still miss those moments
I believe it was precious time and heavenly sent
We could not unite for the same time and space
As there was no necessarily to go mad race
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Look back with
Look back with
Gone are not the days
But not the memory of un-parting ways
How were those days of prime importance?
We never missed them even at once
What were we doing in those golden moments?
Looking at sky as if made pair in heaven and sent?
Never to miss company even for a second
Swim likes fishes in transparent pond
Whole colorful world to enjoy and see
Hand in hand and roam very free
No fear and mistrust any time
Little sweet fight in evening sometimes
What may leave behind for our children?
A nice forecast of future all of sudden
Even this companionship is not realized yet!
We dream and decide the ultimate fate
Calm and cool nights help nothing
Yet transmit signals for something
See the days in life bright and sunny
Smile always and try to be funny
Take everything in challenging mood
Don’t be burdened with bread and food
Search for common but permanent roof
That may make days wonderful with full proof
When children may notice our departure?
It may remind them to make life secure
Our gray hairs may make them to feel
The shows are to be staged and not attempted to steal
Even if you try to be little human
Prove worthiness of man of woman
It shall be leaving behind a trail of significance
That may speak of volumes not attained by chance
What are past, present and future?
Until you make them live and assure
either you add rainbow colors or keep blank
No one may question but certainly not thank
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Dead End
'I looked above and tried to find'
Those lovely eyes which were so kind
I trusted her and remained completely dependent
She was around me all the time and present
My eyes have become wet and not probing
I feel helpless, tired and only sobbing
I fear about somebody's presence
Hence look down and don't raise the face
The life time bond should not break
It must be drawn long to converse or speak
As one may need another at any time
Couples are destined not to last long sometimes
I knew well how painful it was today?
I cried relentlessly as found no other way
She was proving unbearable with pain
I wept and remembered her again
She is no more with me in this world
I have been left alone to suffer the cold
It is almost dry and sultry surrounding
I control the sentiments but immediately rebounding
I saw her hiding in dark clouds
As she emerged with silver lining to speak loud
I was watching her helplessly
But she was there guiding me readily
'Don't feel sad´ as I am here
To show you the way with light there
You may not miss me for complete time
Shed your sadness and come out of bad time
I just listened to her words with care
They were inspiring me to dare
Not to get frightened with immediate vacuum
It would be better if I regained posture and kept mum
One day it comes in everybody's life time
We are left behind to see the painful time
Even though it is not in our hand
Yet that proves unimaginable dead land
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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My Memories
Today will be a memory
yesterday is a memory drifting away
memories turn into tears,
tearing us apart.
Fear of moving on, afraid of change,
in a minute this will just be a memory
memories are all pain in vain
memories are like dreams, a reflection of the past.
Memories are vision of what it used to be.
my memories are sadness and struggle
what are yours?
are they sadness and struggle?
You are but a memory
that dwindles as each day passes me by.
and as you slowly vanish
I huddle in my room and cry.
A memory that’s all I have
that’s all that’s left of you
nothing but a mere memory
that still lingers, only for a little while longer in my head.
Don’t forget about the past
without memories there is no yesterday.
make every day one to remember a
memory to move on with no pain or anymore regrets
poem by Ralph Acosta
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My Memories
Today will be a memory
yesterday is a memory drifting away
memories turn into tears,
tearing us apart.
Fear of moving on, afraid of change,
in a minute this will just be a memory
memories are all pain in vain
memories are like dreams, a reflection of the past.
Memories are vision of what it used to be.
my memories are sadness and struggle
what are yours?
are they sadness and struggle?
You are but a memory
that dwindles as each day passes me by.
and as you slowly vanish
I huddle in my room and cry.
A memory that’s all I have
that’s all that’s left of you
nothing but a mere memory
that still lingers, only for a little while longer in my head.
Don’t forget about the past
without memories there is no yesterday.
make every day one to remember a
memory to move on with no regrets
poem by lizzy Sydney
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Sleeping Through The Rain
Happiness
Is an interesting concept
That is only half real
Mostly an illusion
If happiness
Is like sleeping
Then fear
Is what wakes us up
And brings us back
From our perfect dream-land
Sadness
Is like rain
You feel cold and alone
And a little bit lost
But it goes away in the end
Determination
Keeps us going
Through thick and thin and everything else
For without it
There is only sleeping through the rain
And being woken up by fear
Calm
Is the blankets around our happiness,
The roof to keep out the rain
The tiredness that keeps fear
From awakening us
Calm
Surrounds our souls
And keeps the peace
And makes good days
Easy
And bad days
Better
And life alive
And together
With all the people on Earth
We get through each day
Minute by minute
Second by second
Until our time is up
And what have we worked for?
The illusion of happiness
The blanket of calm
The pouring rain of sadness
The waking of fear
And the determination of everything
And if that isn't good enough
Then surely nothing is real
Except the sound of
Ticking clocks
Marking the life of
Reality
poem by Autumn Asrai
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Black And White
He painted a picture all white and black
because in his life all color did he lack.
He lacked the yellow of the sun each day
for the sun had never come his way.
He lacked the green of fresh green grass
for the cement of the city he couldn't get past.
He lacked the blue of the sky above
for no one had ever shown him love.
He lacked the red that the rose did give
for no roses grew where he did live.
He lacked all color from his sight.
All he knew was black and white.
The picture he painted could never tell
of how his life became a living hell.
He'd lost his sight when he was three
and the colors were a lost memory.
His sole memory was of dark and light,
night being dark, day being white.
And now he created art to define
everything that was in his mind.
But beauty came from the paint he used.
The black and white became infused
with the extracted senses of who he was,
a man filled with passion for what he does.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Eternal Sweetness Of Your Beautiful Angelic Smile
your smile ever so nice like the rainbow that always automatically appears after a dark and stormy day after all the rain washes away the sadness and depression i feel like when i cant see or hear from you thinkin bout ur smile lifts my spirits up and away towards heavens and what lay past yonder starlight twinkling far and away in to the ever darkness of absence of sunshine your what and always how heaven is like nice sweet soft caring the look in ur eyes the way they glisten and shine bright as diamonds sparkle the feeling how ur great wonderful always may your special beautiful heart never know sadness and may u always know happiness may ur smile shine like the stars sparkle in twilight may ur smile always be there to see no longer lost alone confused broken and beaten do i feel when i see u smile for i know its but a constant reminder of true eternal beauty and wonder always may happiness always shine down upon you like a beautiful summer day for the feeling you give those around you is warm like that of a warm summer day may your sweet name always be remembered and may you always smile from now until the end of time it self and beyond what lays ahead for you you deserve no less but to always know true happiness
poem by Dorian Suchelle
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May remain as bye gone
Yes days may remain as by gone
Sweet memory may remain and can't be undone
It is all that we have to bear and remember
Lasting thing may remain with us for ever
It is like river flow
It has to die down and nothing to grow
The water may recede and easy to monitor
Can be life line in day’s time and to act as creator
New population or life may emerge on the bank
Many houses might have been washed away lives sank
Yet it is unforgettable link and to remain forever
We have to forget and nothing to regret however
We can not hold one opinion in all the times to come
Whether sad or happiness, both are inevitable and welcome
It may form in formidable chain of events
Some one to be remembered and forgotten as past moments
Life as such if you may evaluate
Can not be compared or equated
It stands in tune with the time and related
To someone it may be happy memory and to some one as ill fated
It is not merely coming on earth
Grow up with age and ultimately face the death
It has something more than to do and excel
Life is all about to be lived again and performed well
It is not raising of one’s self or rearing a child
We are not living in primitive stage and stay as wild
It is all about living as human being
There may be different characters such as poor, beggar or king
Life to some one may look as mountain
To some it may look like as green fields with fountains
How to spend it with more pleasure may be worry?
To some one it may be sordid affair to feel always sorry
It has different feeling at each and every stage
It may not vary with advancement of your age
It is static and has its own sphere of influence
You may start liking it if properly adjusted at once
It is our usual business to get along and reach the shore
There is nothing like little efforts or driving more
It is with equal force and in tune with demand
The ship has to be sailed on water and not on sand
Life may soon be over with all that you did
You might have reached to the end with or without any lead
It is not searching excuses for what you observed
It is all the time achievement that was due and you deserved
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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All Of My Life
All of my life, Ive been searching
For the words to say how I feel.
Id spend my time thinking too much
And leave too little to say what I mean
Ive tried to understand the best I can
All of my life.
All of my life, Ive been saying sorry
For the things I know I should have done
All the things I could have said come back to me
Sometimes I wish that it had just begun
Seems Im always that little too late
All of my life
Set em up, Ill take a drink with you
Pull up a chair, I think Ill stay
Set em up, cos Im going nowhere
Theres too much I need to remember, too much I need to say
All of my life, Ive been looking
But its hard to find the way
Reaching past the goal in front of me
While whats important just slips away
It doesnt come back but Ill be looking
All of my life
Set em up...
All of my life, there have been regrets
That I didnt do all I could
Making records upstairs, while he watched tv
I didnt spend the time I should
Its a memory I will live with
All of my life.
song performed by by Phil Collins
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Sad Memory
Even though a sad memory
I feel no regret or sorry
He is no more among
Yet proving us very much wrong
He is with me for all the time
Before eyes and smiling sometimes
Guiding me whenever I am in distress
With nice words to keep me out of stress
I have spent many decades
Even though he was busy in his trade
He left us all of sudden and bade
Even though his memory is with us and does not fade
What were our earlier days?
Full of joy and no parting ways
We remained together for many years
Heard all gossips of happiness and sadness in ears
Neither will he loose patience
Nor give us any kind of chance
He will take care of everything
Even though we may disregard or forget something
The sky was only our refuge
He will hold my hand and never refuse
Promise me with new word to carry on
Until all doubts were cleared or flown
Such was his nature like sky's vastness
His beautiful smile will always be reflected on face
We may chase him and make to race toward
Yet he won't mind for our silly words
Some tears rush to my ears
As he is gone by years now
Every year we celebrate his absence
Remember his deeds and very true essence
He is there looking at us from the sky
I look with appeal and feel shy
He is there still to look me with his beautiful eyes
My fancy crosses all the boundaries and flies
I want him near by but it is not possible
The death cycle can never be reversible
I see his reflection children's eyes
They helplessly side with me and persuade not to cry
'Mom, please don't cry 'my daughter will remind
If you do this, he will find it bad gesture and unkind
You have promised him to take us to safety
So he is not with us as per the wishes of almighty
* dedicated to late husband of Lady grace(naidz ladia)
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Difficult to forget
It is difficult to forget near ones
They won’t be missed by some one
But by persons of close vicinity
And all members of the family
We may go on missing them forever
One day they may fade away however
They may still come and invade the memory
You may think and add to tension and worry
Any new place of similar nature may force you to think
You will slip into deep memory and try to sink
It will give you momentary relief and some kind of joy
Even though it is sad to miss any one and enjoy
We are sentimental and everything has some attachment
We may try to get near it and make happy comments
When that thing becomes thing of past
Some memory may not be forgotten and long last
More you cry and miss
He will get shock and a pulse
Where ever he is, he will have pain
As he will be in heavenly abode to remain
Insted do a thing which was so dear
He always tried for to be near
He will be with you for the years
And remind you he is with you and in your tears
These are unforgettable painful moments
There are no words left for comments
Yet we go on remembering them as and when feel free
We may have all comforts as if sitting under the shed of tree
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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