A lone home
I could think of no more isolation
particularly when it is dealing with relation
It is dangerous to think and spend
the precious time without wife and friend
So many friends may be facing such scene
uncertainty is feared and clearly seen
some unknown fear grips the mind
nothing seems reasonable and kind
The day can be spent with busy schedule
it is passing reasonably with the tune
it does not cause any type of worry
you have no regret or reason to feel sorry
Even few minutes gap creates uneasy moments
the mind is preoccupied with some movements
it is unable to decide what the real cause?
you heave a sigh of relief when observe a pause
The home had been made a hunting ground
No reasonableness was seen or found
She was in such a raging mood
no fine taste was experienced by me in food
She had preferred to stay at home
her decision was final and welcome
she had no other ideas to implement
she stood for the bonds to cement
It was her choice and I had to respect
she did it perfectly with improved act
I had no reason to doubt her decision
it was taken with precision
She may want full attention on my entry
she preferred me to be on guard as sentry
I was all for her comfort and happiness
in fact she was badly ridden with loneliness
I could grasp it very late
she took the decision in haste
she was no more for full time to serve
She was intellegent enough to deserve
She did not take my advice lightly
her decision was to be accepted rightly
it required some careful consideration
I had no hitch to accept it with reservation
I could guess later on why she was startled?
how her mind ran differently and misled?
She had all the qualities to excel
to confine at home was not at all going well
She proposed me to concur to her wish
I wanted it quietly to end and finish
I did not reject out right or tried to forbid
but I begged for little more time to concede
She was in no mood to tolerate delay
she wanted immediate answer for her way
I was bit puzzled and taken a back
my suggestion was simple and very frank
The deserted look at home proved worst fears
she was not to be seen or found anywhere near
she had left behind kind note with 'hello'
I leave it to your wisdom to allow
I could not sleep without her
she used to be almost there
she used to respond to my long breath
she always consented and agreed with
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Taking Too Long Is Not Recommended
The only drawback there is,
To making up one's mind...
With a final decision made,
Is the time, date and the year of it.
And what one believes is needed,
To decide.
If one still has high expectations,
Those awaiting for a response...
For a decision to be made.
And finally that day comes...
As if a light switch has been turned on!
That expectation once high,
Should be lowered considerably.
Since...
The likelihood of that decision made,
Being obsolete...
Is more than just likely a given!
'I'm sorry.
Who are you again?
You say we were the best of friends,
Back 'then'?
WHEN?
How far back is 'then'?
I don't remember you at all.
Oh...
Wait a minute.
Wait a minute.
I do!
Geeessshhh.
What happened to you?
You don't look the same at all.
I don't remember what was discussed.
What was it? '
The only drawback there is,
To making up one's mind...
With a final decision to make,
Is the time, date and the year of it.
And...
When one is requesting time to think things over,
Taking too long is not recommended.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Decisions
At the times decisions must be had, we weigh the good and the bad.
Decisions not always cut and dry, being left too often to wonder why,
What decision bears more weight, on the scale that people call fate?
Why do these things happen to me, just what is it that I can not see?
With decisions made from the heart, reason sometimes plays no part.
There is never rhyme or reason, when it’s your heart you’re pleasing.
And reason can seem kind of cold, when a decision seems to be bold.
However, it is never fate my friend, with our God, who knows the end.
With any decision that you make, there’s a chance a heart will break.
But you must remember my friend, that in due time hearts will mend.
Decisions come in various kinds, and burden both hearts and minds.
Whatever the decision, be assured, guidance is offered by The Lord.
Friend, you can humbly go to God, and He will light the path to trod.
And when you truly seek His face, God will fill your heart with Grace.
Make the decision and take a stand, even if others don’t understand.
If someone towards you is unkind, Christ will give you peace of mind.
The Lord will light the proper path, guiding you from the unkind wrath.
If you have never sought The Lord, He’s truly a source to be implored.
Christ will then show you the way, to make a decision in a Godly way.
With God make your decision then, leave it with The Savior my friend.
(Copyright ©04/2006)
Guess Who Has Fewer Headaches?
The lesson I've learned,
From my own observations...
That had me debating what decision to make.
And I am the one left in an emotional state of mind?
That left me awake at nights from time to time.
And sometimes crying.
To begin hating myself because of someone else?
Well...
I have found a way,
To do what I can then to walk away.
With no feeling of guilt at all.
'Oh yeah?
What have you found,
To keep you smiling all day without making a frown? '
Today...
Whenever someone begins to argue with me,
As to 'how' I should rescue them from a quicksand pit.
And the person who needs to be saved...
Has a preference as to which device they would like,
Besides the kind and type of rope I brought to use...
To free them out and cleared from their own dilemma?
And they say to me the choice I made,
Isn't the one they would choose?
I have learned to do this...
Throw in the rope to tie it to a rock.
In knots!
And leave them with a decision to make on their own.
'But that is not the Christian thing to do.'
I know.
But guess who has fewer headaches?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Matter Of Decision
Id be home free if I could make up my mind,
What to do about you.
One minute I think I love you, the next Im playing the fool.
Youre such a part of me, cant tear myself away from you.
Dont care what people say, I just wanna be close.
Ive changed my mind a thousand times,
Now its a case of do or die.
Theres no more time to reason why.
Now its a matter of decision,
Why cant I make up my mind?
I cant stand this indecision,
Im going out of my mind.
The world is in such a sorry state.
In the papers, in the news.
Politicians cant see their hands from their feet,
Nobody cares about the truth.
Wish I could make the world a better place for you and me.
You always run and hide, I only wanna be close.
The teachers stuff your head with lies,
And make it hard to realize,
Whats going on, whats wrong, whats right.
Well, its a matter of decision,
We all must make a stand,
For everything that we believe in,
Every woman, every man.
Its a matter of decision.
A matter of decision, a matter of decision.
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A papa in same boat
I continue to wonder and also enjoy,
Rejoice at home but not others to annoy,
Tease papa always with broad smile
Soon it was to prove deception for while
If myth was reality and ready to explode,
Dark clouds were at horizons ready to invade,
Time has come when spade is to be called spade,
Memory is short and ready to fade,
One fine morning I ventured into garden,
Flowers were in boom and fruits so laden,
Blossom could be seen and was at its peak,
Future was to turn gloom and soon to be bleak,
I heard laugh and murmuring voice,
It was my papa roaming with lady nice,
Was this real papa who used to be so kind?
I was loosing sense with disturbed mind
I held long breath and wept for while,
Papa at home always used to smile,
we may now loose pap by extra mile
in our own home we may live in exile
was mother at fault that she never learnt?
Did she know already and allow finger to be burnt?
I didn't know as what is to be done,
Is that to be called fate which took on us sudden?
I sat restless but not preferred to hate,
Papa used to come home not very late,
There was never a question where I had to rate,
Was that not cruel game played by the fate?
I still do relish and find you papa dear,
You may have been bitter by long many years,
Mom being ugly you couldn't her bear,
Life may be very hard and out of gear,
You may have compelling reasons,
But you never changed with seasons,
You took great care and looked after us well,
Life continued to be difficult and living hell,
Papa I see the reasons behind,
Though it may be new for me to find,
I won't be carried away by heavy wind,
Heart may feel heavy, thoughts full in mind,
Papa I never blame you for simple reason,
you have been always kind and also human,
Had it been fact so and you with other woman?
I too feel as a female and not as simple layman,
had it not been papa you so dear?
We would have lived always with unknown fear,
Would have faced woes and no one could hear,
Could have lost simply with no patience to ears,
So to say papa you are still the best,
At least we could find home as nest,
We continue to rest trying our best,
Days may pass and future will be test,
I never regret your decision precise,
Hold you with high esteem in our premise,
Never I may utter a word even at my demise,
I say this to self and make you promise
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Papa you too....part II
I continue to wonder and also enjoy,
Rejoice at home but not others to annoy,
Tease papa always with broad smile
Soon it was to prove deception for while
If myth was reality and ready to explode,
Dark clouds were at horizons ready to invade,
Time has come when spade is to be called spade,
Memory is short and ready to fade,
One fine morning I ventured into garden,
Flowers were in boom and fruits so laden,
Blossom could be seen and was at its peak,
Future was to turn gloom and soon to be bleak,
I heard laugh and murmuring voice,
It was my papa roaming with lady nice,
Was this real papa who used to be so kind?
I was loosing sense with disturbed mind
I held long breath and wept for while,
Papa at home always used to smile,
we may now loose pap by extra mile
in our own home we may live in exile
was mother at fault that she never learnt?
Did she know already and allow finger to be burnt?
I didn't know as what is to be done,
Is that to be called fate which took on us sudden?
I sat restless but not preferred to hate,
Papa used to come home not very late,
There was never a question where I had to rate,
Was that not cruel game played by the fate?
I still do relish and find you papa dear,
You may have been bitter by long many years,
Mom being ugly you couldn't her bear,
Life may be very hard and out of gear,
You may have compelling reasons,
But you never changed with seasons,
You took great care and looked after us well,
Life continued to be difficult and living hell,
Papa I see the reasons behind,
Though it may be new for me to find,
I won't be carried away by heavy wind,
Heart may feel heavy, thoughts full in mind,
Papa I never blame you for simple reason,
you have been always kind and also human,
Had it been fact so and you with other woman?
I too feel as a female and not as simple layman,
had it not been papa you so dear?
We would have lived always with unknown fear,
Would have faced woes and no one could hear,
Could have lost simply with no patience to ears,
So to say papa you are still the best,
At least we could find home as nest,
We continue to rest trying our best,
Days may pass and future will be test,
I never regret your decision precise,
Hold you with high esteem in our premise,
Never I may utter a word even at my demise,
I say this to self and make you promise
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Weighing Heavily On Your Mind
You know the days when you feel that your life is slipping through your fingers, and there is nothing you can do. It is one of those days today. It is weighing on my mind whether to stay or go. You feel like giving up the job, your hobbies, the lot, just turn your back and start a new somewhere else.
The problem is, what about your friends, what will they think? They’d probably want the best for you, but they would not want you to go. However sometimes its for the best, to go away and start a new life somewhere. Just say goodbyes and then just go. Disappear to who knows where, try not to shed a tear too much, nor regret what you are about to do. Just put the old life away on a shelf, try and tell yourself it didn’t exist at all.
Oh, I wish it was that easy. Memories of places and faces of friends would still be there at the back of my mind. They don’t disappear that easily I have found. I think to myself, I’ve done this before, it will only be the closing of just another door, another chapter on my life. Maybe sometime in the future another door will open, and behind it I will find some old friends. Who knows what the score will be. As for right now a decision has to be made. Still I am pondering what I am going to do. I might just leave that decision for a day or two.
Who knows someone of something might make me change my mind. But whatever I decide there is one thing I know. I think whatever I decide it will be a bit of a struggle inside.
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Unguarded moment
like lightening flashes in a moment of moments, all
changes in its form, and what the mind can perceive
reality can't resist
the gate of the sting of death, suddenly comes in a most
unguarded moment, like a theft in the night that enters
in your window, when you are asleep
as the bubble in the water, evaporated in the midst air, the
mingling of oxygen and hydrogen, lucidly break by the warm
air, makes it to expand the flexibility of the interior wall, the
unguarded moment of reality comes, into a new dimension
of existence
be always alert, be steadfastly alive, be aware and cautious
be ready, be on the go, be prepared, be on guard for the
most sudden decision comes in this unguarded moment of
your life
it always come in deep sleep, that no one knows, of when and
where it comes, this is the precious time that our most value
decision is nothing to grasp in your very own memories
yet! its the most awaken time to lost, what you don't have,
is the moment to surrender, its the time to listen and
remember that you are nothing at all, your everything is
off no price to sale
this the moment, that God whom you believe, want you to
stay with him, the unguarded moment that he long awaited for, its
a time that you feel its not for you, a time that you see it is not
true but it happen, for only your soul rejoice, for it found complete
answer to what your heart desire
be on the guard, not all times is a moment for you, take a simple
call to God and listen always to his revealing wisdom in your
heart, be on time in every day to days life...... your in
God's avenue
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London
Smoke
Lingers 'round your fingers
Train
Heave on - to Euston
Do you think you've made
The right decision this time ?
Oh ...
You left
Your tired family grieving
And you think they're sad because you're leaving
But did you see Jealousy in the eyes
Of the ones who had to stay behind ?
And do you think you've made
The right decision this time ?
You left
Your girlfriend on the platform
With this really ragged notion that you'll return
But she knows
That when he goes
He really goes
And do you think you've made
The right decision this time
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London
Smoke
Lingers 'round your fingers
Train
Heave on - to euston
Do you think you've made
The right decision this time ?
Oh ...
You left
Your tired family grieving
And you think they're sad because you're leaving
But did you see the jealousy in the eyes
Of the ones who had to stay behind ?
And do you think you've made
The right decision this time ?
You left
Your girlfriend on the platform
With this really ragged notion that you'll return
But she knows
That when he goes
He really goes
And do you think you've made
The right decision this time ?
Thankyou
Oh ...
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A you take care
You take care” some kind words from her mouth
Lady belonged to far off place from the direction of south
She was in rage and wanted the friendship to end
It was totally unacceptable for me to forgo her as friend
We were together for quite number of years
Her sweet voice created melody in my ears
I always wanted her voice to be heard in morning
She exactly did the same with the start of day and in and evening
Very nice and durable relation one can always be prod off
I used o forget the shots while playing the gold
Her face used to emerge whenever I had little time to relax
Her innocence ruled on me and there was no angle from point of sex
She may interrupt and correct me in every walk
She may remind me to do more with less talk
Her accurate pin pointing led me to be dependant
I used to behave very normal and forgot to be an adamant
It was her style of mixing with strangers
She was used to have beatings with angers
She did it with all innocence in the mind
You can have no parallel for such things to find
I could believe my ears with her remark
Was she on her way out or going to embark?
On a new mission with my complete exclusion
Or was there any new entry from others as intrusion
It was neither a joke nor simple talk
She had decided to exit with simple walk
I was unable to decide what could be her next step?
Was it her natural out burst which had come in the form of slap?
Whatever may be the case it was her desire
To part with ways without indulging in satire
She always appreciated my work and admired
How could I tell her that she was very much required?
It may be intolerable and terrible for her to remain
In past also she had never thought of any loss or gain
She had only one aim to be with me as good companion
How come then set back took place for our union?
It may be with heavy heart that she might have taken the decision
I have no slight doubt about her logic with so much precision
I shall have to respect her wishes and ask nothing in return
May be possible she may change her decision in turn
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Am unable to understand
Unseen should be seen
I am eager and keen
So far where have you been?
You are symbol of queen
I have adored and admired
I feel exhausted and tired
An end of road seems difficult
Despite earnest efforts still no result
I tried o probe your mind
I failed to understand and find
You were there symbol of love and very kind
You were unsure yourself and did rescind
You loved to be seen around
The joy and happiness always found
It perfectly matched and looked sound
It was gaining momentum and held the ground
All of sudden you preferred to disappear
Left me alone to live with agony and to bear
I wished some sweet words from her to hear
She stood all the times to me very dear
That did not happen as miracle
It was difficult moment or cycle
I couldn’t guess or believe
It added to tension but not relieved
It gave me little insight to guess
She appeared very beautiful in dress
She stood as symbol of love and peace
I had no control over feelings to release
It is saddest ever unforgettable moment
I was not in position to comment
The air too stopped its cool movement
I stood motionless to offer any vent
Love is inseparable part of life and must stay
It must rule over heart and have clear say
No one can or must break it for any reason
It is sign of good human and as nice person
I was for sure that it may find suitable answer
Not all may be lucky to enjoy it however
I had no reservation to seek few favor
It was her choice to show discomfort and disfavor
She had preference and own reason to remain in oblivion
It was my turn now to go back seek place in pavilion
The race was over and result was openly known
It was well judged move and decision of her own
The love birds fly together to find new nests to seek refuge
They may lay eggs and allow no one to come near by or refuse
It is strong zeal to stay together for any times to come
Life is to be spent in happiness when they come back home
I don’t want to think about the mystery that how it did take place
I had unbearable pain that no body could take it away or replace
I may have to suffer it whole life with not a single word to utter
I will have to keep it in strong heart wall and the shutter
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Indecision is A Decision
At times I decide
Not to decide
This indecision
Is not indecision
It is in fact a decision
Of avoiding to decide
Because If I decide
The decision
May ultimately decide
The pending decision
And the resulting decision
May not allow me
To take any decision
In the future
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Over split milk
I may be taken away
As there is no other way
Destiny is all that we can say
Yet I feel not fine with present day
What to look back and what to remember?
When I have failed to think and render
The sun had shined all over the life again
But alas! Nothing stuck to mind and all went in drain
I am unable to visualize as to what went wrong
Why I was not prepared to take it as simple song?
What was hitch in spending little time for my brethren?
What did bother me all the way engulfed with the concern?
I have no answer for all at this crucial hour
Life meant just joke and merely a pleasure tour
I was so arrogant in behavior and did not care
The life was meant to enjoy and only to share
Well, good cycle never remain at once place
It changes fast so as to remind it's real face
The pleasure, happiness and sadness with gloom
No one can find permanent shelter with any room
It is not the same now as enough time has gone by
It can never be improved upon at last minute even if I try
The precious life was meant to be spent with care
It was all wasted with no ideas as to go where
It is not a just feeling or piece of advice
Life is all that we can say full of surprises
It does not set with sun or next day with rise
We have full control over it with enough of choice
I shed tears in isolation with grief over split milk
I had enough of time with everything at disposal to think
I failed to seize the opportunity and cashed it on
Life was about to be over in just split of second and gone
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A hard way
Listen to what others say
Choose the path in easy way
Try to balance and take the decision
It may almost be near to precision
People may lend to your advice
It may give credence to your promise
Each and every move may speak of your wisdom
It may prove fruitful and you will have full freedom
Today or present will never come back
You will have to take tough decision and be on track
It should be never be seen as slackness on your part
People may resort to anything to do away or out smart
It is great challenge that you may face
Sometimes it may be feared that you are out of race
You will be wiped out and no one may find any trace
You go out for any eventuality and try to brace
You can’t read everybody’s mind
It is very difficult to understand and find
They may be cruel but apparently look very kind
We may get afraid and their memories may constantly remind
Your action must look affirmative and positive
No attachment to friends or near relatives
You got to show some strength and be active
Hold it till last even after remaining submissive
The piece of mind may give some leverage
It doesn’t required any maturity of age
You must out of the old stigma and act
No immediate action on set back or to react
This is how matter moves with slow space
Things move in your favor case by case
It shows urgency of the matter and presence of mind
The positive result is always there to find
We may get different sets of advice
There should always be an element of surprise
It will make in road in to an unknown area
Your voice will definitely be heard with strong plea
It gives boost an immense boost to your present credentials
There may be sometimes lukewarm response or denials
It has to prove ultimately at the end of the day
The passage will be smooth and find its way
It is always give and take and two way traffic
Its impact will be decisive and terrific
There is simple reason and lies no logic
We can call it fundamental or simple basic
Let it find its own way of dealing
Medicine is the only way for healing
Good behavior can only be the yardstick
There can’t work any joke or gimmick
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Leaving A Friend
To me, this bad feeling is one, which isn’t all that new;
It’s an emotion which, many times, I have been through.
It’s the final evening of my trip away,
And, deep inside, I’m yearning to stay.
My time spent away, inevitably always flies,
And, now I’m sat here, with tears in my eyes.
It’s never an easy moment, saying goodbye,
And I’m finding it such an effort not to cry.
I love to spend time with my friend, so very dear:
A friend who makes me laugh, and brings me cheer.
Being in her company fills me with such happiness;
I feel like I’m riding on a wave: on the very crest!
I always crave the attention and affection;
More precious memories, for my collection.
For me, a motherly kiss and a hug,
Are so very addictive: just like a drug.
So, tomorrow morning, when I’m sat onboard my train,
No doubt, I’ll relive these memories again and again.
I know that when, from the station, I finally depart,
I’ll experience the very slight breaking of my heart.
I do so hate to experience this mood:
The creator of emotions should be sued!
Although, I’d hate not to have feelings of any kind;
Like a Cyberman from ‘Doctor Who’, with an emotionless mind.
But I wouldn’t have missed coming for all the tea in China;
To my mind, there is no other experience, which is finer.
In the company of my friend, I feel so elated,
But after, she’s gone away, I feel so deflated.
I find it hard, when I have to go home;
I suddenly feel so upset and all alone.
Having been in spirits, which were so high,
There comes the final hug, and then ‘goodbye.’
But, although, each time, I go through this pain,
I know, for sure, that I’ll endure it again and again.
I really need to occupy my mind,
And leave this feeling far behind.
Instead of spending more time moping about,
I go for a brisk walk, to help tire myself out.
Down in the City, people’s spirits are high,
And, now, I no longer feel like I want to cry.
Being in the fresh air, seems to clear my head,
And, it isn’t too long, before I’m ready for bed.
My earlier depression appears to have passed,
And I’m feeling ready to go back home at last.
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Strange are ways
Strange are the ways human beings prefer
Adopt double standard and willingly offer
All sorts of arguments to suit guilty mind
Yet claim morality and show to be kind
She is waiting daily for sunrise
Much awaited in store for surprise
She has her own ambition with love triangle
But no regret for lost love and having troubles
"Jealousy" is eating you away
She found nice way to cover and throw me away
As dear friend this was what I could offer
Even though much to her disliking and to differ
I begged to take leave from her and part
I thought it was company with bad start
Here was a well known personality I had opted for
But soon it was on brink and turning sour
I was zealous to defend her from misconception
She was dragged in for dreamy situation
I felt it unnecessary and preferred isolation
It was coming to an end of a beautiful relation
She was blinded by fancy ideas and odd conception
Someone had reminded her of lost relation
Now he had apologized and regretted the decision
This was the sentimental error she was flowing in with confusion
I can do no more but watch from across the fence
She has remained all the time in pain and tense
Even though I believed it was not correct and senseless
She had all the satisfaction to narrate on the face
I shall go by her wish
As no one knows how it may turn to finish
But surely it may not be pleasant
As in past we have witnessed many such instants
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Breathed slowly
“Dad, be comfortable and breathe slowly
Remember Him and thee words you think holy
Pray for all happiness worry for none
This is only way and certain for every one
My dad was breathing his last
His palpitation was very fast
He had all satisfaction on his face
There was not a single worry line to trace
He has lived his full inning
Now he is approaching beautiful evening
Soon night may take over in his dark lap
Nothing to be seen in life as gap
This is what may be called as death
The stoppage of all movements with breathe
No use of lying body to be kept at home
New home waited for permanent welcome
He was fully contended with whatever he did
He never tried to cheat any one or hid
He did it for welfare of the other people
As he was honest and very capable
Many people approach our home in late hours
He may be most of the time on tours
He will listen to the people and render the service
As he was social work many may now rush to us over his demise
He has full smile on his face
He wanted to confined in me in any case
Everybody would depart in same way as dad
There was no point in becoming sad
Many a times he used to say
Never try to find new way
See the reasonability behind
Be reasonable every time and kind
I was too small to advice
He was all along very wise
His word had weight and respected
It was weighed and often corrected
I had observed him from close distance
I was now his future and he liked my presence
I was his trusted friend and lieutenant
He knew me well from time I was infant
I knew now he will be no more
He will be thing of past like vapor
He may be air borne to unite in heaven
Little thing of today and permanently gone
I watched him sinking deep
I wanted to feel badly and weep
I controlled it for the fear of being noticed
As I had loved dad and secretly promised
I inhaled with big thrust
It was all the more important and must
I had full regard, faith and trust
He did everything possible to entrust
I watched him go to distance land
He may find new berth and friends
The completely strange world and totally unknown
A permanent refuge for ordinary and well-known
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Words Spoken
Words spoken to self in isolation
Mystery not in question but in relation
Simple confusion in mind
Forcing others to find out its kind
Yet nice appreciation,
Applause from all over and no more questions
Mind reveals and heart opens
Ripples created and caught by fans
Why do we try to speak our mind?
Is something necessary of that kind?
Why at all you want sympathy?
That people should have soft corner and feel pity
No one has seen you breaking off?
If so, they would have definitely laughed
As you were boosting of your love at all places
All were jealous of you with frown on faces
You were afraid that you will be made victim
A simple donkey with no sense to reach home
Uncertain mind as was made of you with satire
Now you feared it will be certainly put on fire
So it is better to speak through poetry
It will be race but gaining from back door entry
No one to know who the man behind is?
What will be pain behind or tease
It is nice to appease and find solution
In one way it reduces some what tension
You have little insight with no more confusion
The answer is found within the question
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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My Way Or The Highway...
Should I start this song off with a question?
Or should I say what's on my mind.
(Add a cello here to add a sad impression)
Cause I'm not looking forward to leaving my friends all behind.
I didn't vote (though I'm not proud),
cause I'm Canadian, and I'm not allowed.
Give it a go or throw in the towel.
Stand all alone or swim through the crowd.
No one around to help you decide.
It's time to make up your mind.
It's time to make up your mind.
Chours:
By the wayside we fell.
He said, "It's my way or the highway to hell."
It's your decision, choose it well.
He said, "It's my way or the highway to hell."
(repeat)
Decisions we make; life's an election.
Precision we take, seeking direction.
But there's so many lies.
Unsure where we can look.
But, we've got a guide-a really thick handbook.
No one around to help you decide
It's time to make up your mind.
It's time to make up your mind.
Chorus
Are you with me or against me?
Noticed you're sitting on the fence.
We wondered why you're not cut and dry.
You got to choose our side and live,
or their side and die.
Which hand holds your soul?
Do you want to guess one?
If that scares you to death, may that be your lesson.
It's your decision, make it the best one.
And should I end this song off with a question?
song performed by by Relient K
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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