A many surprises
It is an age of advancement with many surprises
Combination of efforts and success too comprises
What do we benefit out of it is anybody’s guess?
So much uphill task we got to come across and face
It is blessing in disguise if proves pathfinder
It may be deep curse if that comes as divider
Why do we take note of it as human being?
What happiness and joy it accords or brings?
Cross the finger and cross the thought
heart and mind clash with so many ideas to be fought
what is general outcome of it to result?
At least some respite on confidence to be built
science may advance with lot of discoveries
may it end in end of miseries
can it turn into friends from near adversaries
can it make to exchange the pleasantries
I shall see the science as means to live
All solid proof that makes you to believe
The hardening efforts to close in all the respect
All relevant figures to be stored as real fact
We find the pace maker to push the blood
Life doesn’t come to an end with glut or flood
Thought artificial but endures the moment
It is real pace and deserves beautiful comment
Eyes are powerful but no to see the micro level
No disease invasion as medicines excel
Complete control over all impossible things
To heave a sigh and relief at least in something
Let it touch and grow in all the fields
Let it collect trophies and all the shields
Human relation and feelings must go side by side
Not to distance away and go wide and wide
It is divine secret we have succeeded to decode
We had no intelligence and means to break the code
Now since it has become the reality in essence
There is absolutely no denying in actual sense
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A real tension
Human beings are always hunted by the tension
They confine it to themselves and fear its mention
Tension and peace can’t remain one and go together
Mad race after oasis water to collect more and gather
What do we get after relentless struggle and efforts?
Does that help to build confidence and good rapports?
Without good will how ships can make courtesy call at ports?
How can it survive without the popular support?
What leads to an uncommon sufferings and tragedy?
Why all off sudden life takes turn and looks like comedy?
Do we not become laughing stock in public eyes?
There may remain many “if, but and why”
It is definitely greed that brings us down
Many people turn hostile and frown
It is our own dong and can’t blame others
Unnecessary thought may invade and continuously bother
When hasty decision and unwise steps are taken?
The outcome of its ultimate end is mistaken
We feel inching toward the realization of goal
It proves contrary and results in down fall
It is running after unrealistic pleasure
It may give momentary relief and never reassure
All steps taken are not for sure
The intension is not honest and pure
It is bound to suffer at the end
There won’t be left any time to mend
There may be same attitude from foe or friend
No one may come forward with kind words and send
It is said “wish “is mother of all ills
It raises men’s status on top or kills
It gives rise to unforeseen events
One has to prepare one’s self for unhealthy comments
It gives rise to unhealthy competition
A person throws all his might behind superstitions
It may lead to nowhere but to gallows
It may invite problems if he doesn’t follow
Honest intention coupled with efforts lead to peace
The things can be attained with accuracy and at ease
The efforts can be stalled but can’t cease
It may find its outcome soon to release
What makes our living and task so difficult?
Why do we project ourselves superior with different cult?
It aggravates already strained situation
The things must be evaluated in its proper prospective with relation
You may go down in your own circle with no result
People who are very closed to you may offer criticism with insult
It may increase your worries and tension
Is it worth to find its place or mention?
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An apologetic gesture
Apologetic gesture and earnest attempts to woo
Do or die approach with resolve to do
I find it very hard and out of it nothing to gain
It adds to tension and worries still remain
It is not fact that I want to be aloof
But I expect the result to be full proof
Can’t afford to be even slight careless
All my efforts are dedicated and in fairness
You may comment and pass casual remark
I still go ahead and ventures embark
Whatever may be result or outcome?
I shall steadfast and offer the welcome
what do we need in our general dealing?
Gentle and mild touch with smooth healing
Book pages always open and nothing to conceal
Highest regards even when secrets to reveal
Why are we disliked in general?
Is it our approach or bad moral?
Even water tests sweet if it is fresh mineral
Sweet words only please others and do the miracle
We offer floral tribute on somebody’s death
Shed the teats with feelings and lay the wreath
Is it not senseless to utter bitter words and damage?
We pay respect by paying good homage
These are not mere book words or advice
Neither they are mechanical nor any device
It is practiced in good faith and in general pattern
Finding correct path even with the dim light of lantern
No one may like the way as suggested
Minds are bogged down with traffic congested
Nothing goes normal as ground not tested
Bad ideas gain momentum and good ideas arrested
We can avoid so many things in public
We can not sight any reason specific
It has to be in keeping with tradition
It can’t be spelled out with any condition
I may have solid reasons to go for it
I may apologize and humbly submit
I can’t do or remedy the thing undone
Only way open for us is to forget and pardon
To pardon with grace is considered a big gesture
Relation is built by keeping in view bright future
It may add to existing relation with sweetness
Strong bond of friendship with complete openness
It is necessary to plant the seeds in advance
Future may speak of it when you just glance
Tree may not come up in one day or grow
Its process will be gradual and seemingly slow
We will witness the miracle of apologetic gesture
Person may be induced to have good ideas or nurture
It has got direct bearing on our behavior and relation
Its outcome may be sign of good indication
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Absolutely Everybody
Absolutely everybody,
Everybody needs a little loving,
Everybody needs somebody thinking of them.
Everybody needs a little respect,
And whatever it takes,
Im gonna get it.
Everybody needs a hand to hold,
Someone to cling to
When the nights are getting cold.
Im no different,
I am just the same,
A player in the game.
Absolutely everybody,
Everybody, everybody.
Absolutely everybody
In the whole wide world.
Absolutely everybody,
Every boy and every girl,
Absolutely everybody.
Everybody needs a human touch.
I cant live without it,
It means too much to me.
Everybody needs one true friend,
Someone wholl be there til the very end.
And absolutely everybody breathes,
And everybody, everybody bleeds.
Were no different,
Were all the same,
Players in the game.
Absolutely, everybody,
Everybody, everybody.
Absolutely everybody
In the whole wide world.
Everybody breathes,
And everybody needs.
Absolutely everybody.
Absolutely everybody.
Every boy and girl,
Every woman and child.
Every father and son.
I said now everyone,
Yes now everyone.
Everybody needs a human touch.
Everybody, everybody needs love.
Im no different,
I am just the same,
A player in the game.
Absolutely everybody.
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It was unfair
I knew from my heart that it was totally unfair
I still went ahead and did not care
Nothing was left inside the heart such as conscience
No improvement was made with the advancement of science
We still put so much stress on luck and live in primitive stage
We have not gained maturity with the passing of an age
Even blood relation gets strained and receives set back
Fine relations built over years get visible and apparent cracks
We have seen and observed considerable deterioration
Parent and children find no warmth or co- relation
Meeting with friends also create flutter and have no elation
Do we forget that same stage might come for us in rotation?
At any new adventure I do receive condemnation
Set backs come all of sudden from all direction and not in anticipation
It has something to do with unfriendly and unhealthy trend
I have to suffer more even if make good amend
It doesn’t require great skill and good effort
The performance at low level is unsatisfactory and falling short
Life may get boost if one makes sincere approach
He need not go to any school or employ expert coach
We needn’t copy or follow what others are doing?
Surrender to THY only who does all working
Why go aimlessly in search and fool around?
Think positive with all ideas and turn round
Peace may descend on earth with HIS mercy and blessings
Life may prove fruitful with correct thought without stressing
Inner soul search with deep and honest assessing
Success may sure be there even without guessing
I fear nobody and indulge in wrong process
Continuously I work in negative direction without any recess
I take it for granted that I may never leave this world
Give slip to every one and show no warmth with relations cold
I failed to understand the real mission
Had I not to go to His feet for humble submission?
I was pursuing different goal with no meaning
There was no scope for soul purge or cleaning
It is very important to lead life as human being
Person may either be very rich, powerful or king
He has no security for his life and remains mortal
Final you to face the end which is near total
It has to been seen from different angle
We live among civilized world and not in jungle
It has to have some thinking in this regard
You must go in without waiting for any reward
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A dead end
Though I have reached to the dead end
Still I wish my feelings to be known and be sent
It may, otherwise, remain as closely guarded
No one may come to know how much I have succeeded
I clearly see the opposite side of the river
Boat is in midway and I am down with fever
I fear it may capsize and never reach to the bank
I must admit it all and be honest and frank
People remember everything at the end of the road
They carry it with them as unbearable load
When they look back and seriously think?
They may feel dismay at the fact that their boat might have sunk
It is known fact that one must understand and realize
What can be their fate and must visualize?
Nothing can offer them any peace except self introspection
You can leave peacefully if you have earned respect from all the sections
All those year may have been turbulent for you to face
You might have rushed to tackle it with mad race
Nothing could have prevented you from achieving the success
What would have mattered most is the way to gain the access
To swim across the rough sea and weather is not an easy task
Sky may seem wide open and horizons so vast
Still we try to achieve it by any means or putting on mask
We may feel very safe even though it would have daunting task
Nothing goes as usual in real life with smooth passage
We definitely try to live with honesty and clear message
Something prevents us from following the correct way
We tend to bypass the long way and don’t want to be whisked away
We try to wash away our hand by merely apolising in the prayer
We feel that God is great and may forgive us from this thin layer
We excuse by saying “to err is human” and knell down
We forget to remember that plant may grow only when seed is grown
Good or bad may not depend on our ultimate wish and thinking
He has all the powers to bless you with favor or reward with kicks
So ultimately when you are at the dead end everything will surface
You may feel good and go down with happiness and shine on face
Think of future and live in the present
Past can’t be beacon and darkness should be absent
Go all out for noble way which gives you joy
No to all tricks and never adopt unfair means or employ
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Makes Me Romantic
In a moment it makes me romantic
Remove all sadness and show to be fantastic
The poems are made as my heaven
The slight ideas get fine place even
How words strike mind in quick succession?
Form nice imagination with fast obsession
Romance with female friends and bright moon light
Oh, what a lovely desire to be expressed truly right
Why those dark nights don’t frighten me?
Why I touch all those stars and steal their twinkles in free?
Create their impression of sadness in fine poetical words
Feel so close to the almighty and spell it as holy from mouth of lords
Is poetry a means to cut jokes?
Cut some to size and unnecessarily poke
Does it not involve greater degree of appreciation?
I think it does and sometimes choke the throat and pronunciation
I try to control with tears and bring smile in between
But in fact it takes me to the extreme end and shows heaven
I take deep stock of it and compare what I get by composing poems
It is no less joy then what one gets from friends
I see with deep sense of human touch
Every time some incidence comes as such
I move with great care and involve
Rest ideas come in quickly and solve
It is divine blessing that you can think and form relation
An opinion about holy path, love or separation
How come you think with great pain about such sensitive things?
Unless you are gifted with invisible hands to create something
It is not poetic skill or some illogical presentation
It has even nothing to do with any kind of orientation
It is well imagined scene with mix of human feelings
That plays till end with souls together and willing
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A way to enter
“Welcome to our new world of family”
Words sounded me very good and not silly
It created deep impact on mind
I though of gesture to be so nice and kind
New entrants will find it very difficult
New environment with different cult
Readers, friends, pattern also new
May be new approach was definitely due
How to speak and catch about one’s mind?
People may not take it lightly and turn eyes blind
It may be possible they may not accept and rescind
Still it has to be honest attempt and way to find
I cut joke and call self as Jadia or fat
May not go in ground to play cricket with bat
At the most they may cut joke and hate
I have no reason to feel amused and state
I have always felt that jokes are good medicines
As disease disappear after taking vaccines
So jokes and loud laugh make blood to rush in vanes
Fresh air and wind make trees to bend in by lanes
Does the honesty pay in the long run?
Can anything be extracted at the point of gun?
What role does the comment and feed back play?
Beautiful ideas to float and make it relay
I may love to be part of large community
It will have its impact and continuity
New concept, ideas may find the real place
Right place and recognition without any race
One has to work very hard with dedication
Sincere efforts are seen as good indication
What is use of trying with no simplification?
Success may be ruled out and seen as out of question
Everything has its own time to offer the result
You shouldn’t blame anybody for simple fault
Luck or fate may play their own part
You may come out of it and look smart
Some people may make good use of talent
They may put all out efforts but not relent
“Come what may” may prove to be their ideal
Situation may prove to be difficult but may not prove real
One should be very careful at entry point
He should prove worth when initially join
It is said whose beginning is good then end too will be good
The ground must be covered and firmly stood
It is worth to stand in isolation than to loose
It has to be wise decision when you choose
It will have large impact for long time to come
Difficulties may arise but has to over come
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A holy task
No one can assume holy task
It can be only be consciously asked
Your heart may beat for unusual things
Sometimes impossible or something
It does not serve the aim
No one can stake the claim
It is like milking holy cow
We want but do not know how?
Love is bound to make you blind
No one has tried for any specialty to find
Thee almighty is generous enough to make us long
There appears nothing unusual or wrong
How one can think he or she deserves?
Where does the purpose materialize or serve?
One should never think of disservice
If that is going to land in severance
Every human being deserves love and affection
The whole concept revolves round the inception
How you react and develop the relation?
Without going into futility of other questions
It may be miscarriage before birth
The relation may end as there is no dearth
Any one may find suitable match
Only you must have proper eye to catch
Why one should think whether he deserves or not/
It is useless to think for unnecessary things to be fought
It may create wide gulf and lead to breakage
It is nice to fall in life as general average
Love is realized with magical eyes
Your fancy travels across globe and flies
It comes back only to feel that it is dream
Finally you get lost in bed with dream
It is possible that same may be thought by other companion
If both go in same direction then there won't be any union
The cause may be lost forever for nothing
Love is mutual and it has nothing to with anything
It is pulse that is felt
In no time your anger melts
Fragrance is internally built
You feel no regret or guilt
Love to live with grace
There are many things to face
Love is also considered as an important race
One should not pretend for it in any case
Who can claim or say he does not deserve for any reason?
Not all may like every seasons
The nature plays its part as usual
It has no part to play as dual
Leave it to the best judgment of partner
He or she may be thinking on same lines later or sooner
No one can over emphasis on silly things to obstruct
The inner conscious may come to the rescue and instruct
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Unbelıevable Thought
I never thought about the fact
that I could ever lose you.
To me, it seemed impossible.
That could never come true.
I would never let that thought
ever cross my mind.
I guess I just closed my eyes
and shut the window blind.
And there in my lonely heart
I would always find you.
For that's where you live, you know
where love is a rendezvous.
You are the heart that beats my life.
You make my breaths come slow.
My life is so entwined with you.
So I cannot let you go.
I will not think about the fact
that I could ever lose you.
For you have changed just who I am.
The other me is through.
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A sweet affair
It was sweet but not one time affair
It was also not good on my part to think it as fair
It had come all of sudden in life as surprise
I thought it prudent on my part to be wise
Many may be starving for such an occasion
They may not be in position to keep good liaison
It requires human touch and gentle care
You can’t easily afford to loose or dare
I thought how it could happen in isolation?
How can we hide or makes its revelation?
It is really an embarrassing situation
It happens with all when faced with infatuation
The relation is not built in a day
It is got its own sphere and way
We may make move to realize it
Time may prove whether it may be sour or sweet
After all we are all human
This phenomenon is almost common
No one can live without human touch
There is hidden desire and natural crunch
We may last to enjoy it for forever
It has got its special fervor
Life can’t be dreamed about its exclusion
It can lead to happiness and joy If finds inclusion
Love means special attachment with full dedication
When you go in for it means it is good indication
It may mushroom and engulf you with liking
It may not be there at all or even slightly striking
It may make a living haven on earth
Lie may be lived at full length with its worth
It may really prove to be strength
When you have combination and same wave length
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Why do I seek more
Why do I seek more when it is not sure?
Why I go for all out result when it is totally unclear?
What does this speak of when comes to real term?
It speaks of sick mind affected by deadly germ
I sought after all means to reach the end
I did not distinguished between foes and friends
It was clear to me that relation should not come in the way
I have drawn the lines and far as possible kept away
It does not speak well of an individual
When one is intentionally playing dual
It is very dangerous and later on resented
The tact is not appreciated and consented
It hardly maters and attains any importance
If it varies in essence and in substance
For silly things it may be called as mad steps
For bigger things it may be termed as slaps on face
It is human tendency to seek in abundance
It has remained weakness and clear stance
The thrust for such thing is apparently visible
So many try to pretend but practice it as invisible way
It is good on individual’s part to struggle very hard
By doing so he has to always remain alert and on the guard
Nothing may be had in easy and simple manner
Though it may come later or sooner
So one must know the capability and its worth
It should be borne in mind and looked forth
The efforts should be made when something is very sure
Only to remain desirous of anything is not sure way to cure
We can draw our opinion by analyzing the result
We may face reversals much to our discomfort and insult
It is expected in every field and one should be totally ready
The success chance are evenly predicted and remains steady
The casual approach sometimes may prove very deadly
Since it is performed with half heart it will be felt badly
It is neither win or loss but worthless enterprise
It will be aborted in advance much to our surprise
It is nice feeling when success rate is high
The immense happiness makes us to fly
The life missions seems to have attained
The thrust is also in order and properly maintained
If one takes it as his normal function
There won’t be any regret for any malfunction
He will be ready for any kind of eventuality
He may make it sure not to employ any kind of duality
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Mind is like monkey
Legend says" our mind is like monkey:
Always free to find ways with successful key
Go all over world, venture and come back
Mind is full of ideas and kept as secret in pack
It is with all people who claim to be in full control
Of their desire and act as per conscience call
It certainly deviates as soon as you try to be master
The ideas run all over globe even by all means faster
We may find same situation in payer halls
We are moved and feel grief when see picture on walls
The suffering and their work for mankind make us to weep
But we forget it so soon when come out of it and fail to keep
Such is unstable state of affair with mind
It doesn't allow us to concentrate and find
The real truth about and what it can turn
But in reality if that happens then limitless joy in return
The meditation takes you in another world
Where you find no hurry, worry and no bandage or fold
You are in free world to unite with divine energy
In fact not tried so far to get link with almighty
This is not religious activity that gives you hitch
You can plug the loops holes or stitch
Mind becomes single centre from where emanate some signals
That takes you far off the land and brings back brightness on arrivals
"You breathe is counted and death certain" everybody claim
So by meditation deep breath can be maintained
Holding it by control can increase you life span
Life then moves on smoothly without any definite plan
Morning time is appropriate and suitable
Human being is wise animal and capable
To harness the energy and suitably use
Life is to be fully enjoyed without being confused
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Closeness
Hello and little smile brings us so close
Reddishness on cheeks and ready for pose
Exchange of promises and trust to repose
All on sound basis and nothing to suppose
Relation mushroom with development of intimacy
It is genuine feeling and doesn’t involve hypocrisy
How best to die for each other is order of the day
Search for genuine relationship in honourable way
It is not limited or confined to gender feeling
Relation is built up purely on honest dealing
What matters more is utmost will and good faith
Slight compromise leads to break up or death
It is unbearable pain when comes separation
It doesn’t matter or count what the duration (was)
Life doesn’t end with break up, failure or sordid affair
It has happy ending with means always fair
If you have resolve to sail in rough weather
Adding sweetness and glory to your feather
Nobody can storm or vitiate the relation
Life is full of joy with happiness and sensation
To cast doubt means end of cordiality
Halt in warmth relation and start of hostility
Hurling of abuses and accusing to each other
May sour the relation with more to bother
Closeness may add to strengthening the bond
New intimate relation and better relation fond
Better understanding to over come and excel in field
Complement to each other not to course or yield
Lovely life is reflected in every mode or corner
Flame is coming out clean and bright from burner
What actually you need is sincere cleansing
Presentation of real show without any mincing
Not hollowness in action but holistic approach
Swing in action without any help from coach
May ultimately lead to and bring happiness
Intimacy is after all………………………..
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Wish For Good Friend
What do you wish for a good friend or close associate?
He or she should be with us and rush immediate
This is more or less necessary at the time of need
When relation is free from any angle or greed
Near vicinity friends are almost welcome
Far away places stall the friends to come
Yet friendship remains in tact and dear
Even if they stay far but are felt very near
One such friend I have from hilly area
I care for her and made several plea
To come often on line and converse
But every time she comes with god spirit and leaves with tears
This drives me to the nuts
It is shrouded with ifs and buts
It is human bond that brings us together
Else it is not necessary to meet or gather
Some of the friends leave deep impact
They are close to heart by their simple act
They are not desired in actual journey
Yet they are felt as if they are near and not away
She would often express drizzling rain
All waters flowing in dirty drain
Yet what a joy to get wet in monsoon
As if the dream to be realized very soon
“Rain is our life” I smilingly added
As everything else was simply welded
No rain means any life and movement
It won’t be nice to swell and comment
It is nice to feel attachment
But how to stop momentum
Once it starts no one can stop
It is divine and speaks loud and at top
So love to live for friends and its value
Don’t be afraid if that comes on the way or due
Accept the feelings and react for what is reasonable
Human being are susceptive to feelings and are capable
I utter some words and wish to retire
It may sometimes lead to satire
As many times age, cast, creed and many things may enter
That may be made ugly when made epic centre
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Inch by an inch
Life seemed to be in haze and smoke
Every one preferred to interfere and poke
They had all the means to excite and provoke
But I started it well with brilliant stroke
I restrained and countered it with strong resolve
Put in all best efforts to come out of it and solve
Sent all the goals with calculation and precision
Not with hesitation but in manner with perfect decision
Moving towards goal inch by an inch
Not easy path but bearing the heavy punch
Receiving the shock waves with close shave
God was with me to protect and save
What else one can offer and react
Time runs out nothing remains to act
It is third sense that comes to rescue and help
Feet are firmly placed ground thinly held
God and fortune favours the brave only
You mind yourself alone and lonely
What can be termed as grave and disastrous? |
Can be brought under control with efforts continuous
I have learnt a lot from grim battle
Slight mistake can proved to be fatal
It can turn into collapse and turn about
Victory may suddenly result into rout
You can be turned into fine jewel
Making full use of opportunity and excel
Rest all can be reality and fact
Luck may also favour if employed with tact
Result can be anything despite best efforts
Friends can be turned foe despite good rapports
Victory or defeat can’t be achievement or failure
No one can predict or take it for sure
Do and perform as your conscious permit
Throw full weight before you make move or commit
Nothing can prevent us from reaching ladder top
All counts in game ………………………
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A cruel joke
It is simple and cruel joke
We unnecessarily poke
Create thick clouds with smoke
Keep eyes closed even if awoke
We believe in creating difference
Draw wrong conclusions and inference
We need cross check and nice reference
It is proving artificial with no fragrance
Why not has one reference from each religion?
Will it not benefit any specific region?
The war clouds may try to disintegrate
No more misery and pain to state
One good word from each of the holy book
Gather it in one close tin and cook
What will the real stuff with fragrance?
It may please all at first glance
Time has come to unite under one roof
What else we need as live proof?
Neck to neck competition in all the fields
Destruction all over only to get reward and shields
You may need no long range missiles
It will wear happiness and good smiles
Where will we need to aim and fire at?
What will be our goal to fix and set?
All the lands to be blessed with no tension
No displacement and torture to mention
No frontier guards and measures for prevention
This prove as unique in proposition as good invention
It is theoretically impracticable
No one can proceed with it or find unable
Still it is worth giving a trial
If no good response then there won’t be any denial too
The world needs peace and respite
It has attained nothing despite
Good efforts for peaceful mission
With frank and open admission
It is high time to find solution
There has to be some firm resolution
Nothing may work out well for power devolution
It may witness again bloody revolution
Do we want to witness ghettos and dungeons?
Going back to primitive sate and use the pigeons
What have learnt from Holy Spirit and religions?
Why not we bid good bye to different opinions?
It may not favor with fanatics
It may not appeal to lunatics
They have their own statistics
They believe in playing with carrot and sticks
Human race may be lost at the end
How can we call our self as best friend?
Where is the nice feeling for fellow brethrens?
It is adding woes and many concerns
Let the proposal gather the dust
The sincere and honest try is must
it may remain as paper theory or thought
World can be won over even without battles being fought
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Life is not worth
Did someone say life is not worth to live?
Without dishonest means it is difficult to survive?
Not possible or any steps to revive,
So forget about means and connive,
Why to worry when everybody live same way,
Why I concentrate more and attention pay,
Why I care in matters where I have no say?
So simply I differ and uncaringly lay,
Why to worry about another world,
When no one has seen it and definite word,
All fear about Almighty with praying O, lord,
I can stand aloof in corner and afford,
Neither do I wish to swim together,
Nor do I care to sink and bother,
I search the ways for happiness further,
Can any one say my efforts may wither?
I still firmly believe in efforts,
All ships may not land in ports,
Nothing can succeed without any support,
Not with blessing alone or prayers report,
With smooth sailing there is no problem,
With sinking of ship passing only blame,
Why not we think and share also claim?
This is not my way of thinking and not the aim,
I think life is beautiful and thousand times worth,
No blame games and no ideas forth,
Success or failure face of the both,
Only we fail to see in cloth.
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Within Easy Reach
'You have brain tumor and few days to live'
My eyes remained wide and hardly could believe
I had few problems with my headache and food appetite
No hunger, anger in no time and less sleep in nights
I had observed this change since many days
I was well off and had enough of means to find the ways
The medical cure was distinct possibility
I lost no hope for future and trusted the final destiny
I had been different for all these years
Life had posed so many difficulties with fears
I only know how could I come out of such stage?
The hunger felt for many days could not have been written on page?
I had taken vow not to suffer any more poverty
It was certainly curse on the person and humanity
How can any single soul sleep without meal?
It was felt badly by me as an unequal deal
I thought for a while an worked day and time
I forgot to take regular meal even sometimes
I cared for no day and night and thrived to collect money
I thought this was the only means and successful key
Not to mention means or make note of my journey
I had taken it as challenge and demand of the destiny
For me means was no end but a start of first step
The water was to flow smoothly from the water tap
The wealth flowed in enormous quantity
It was purely credited to my personal capability
I had worked day and night to come up to that level
Rest everything spoke of my success and story to tell
In doing so I deteriorated my health
Nothing could come to my rescue including wealth
For the first time my spine shivered
Death was smile from distance and murmured
My story may not be different from others
So many die in streets and so many die in field like soldiers
Yet death takes them over even if they are poor or rich
Life can be made beautiful and within easy reach
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Far Too Little We Know (Enclosed Triplets) (In Answer To John Keats)
I
Not all kinds of things can be explained
by mere science or by some philosophy
and so the essence of life has remained
without its knowledge ever been gained
a very great kind of strange mystery
in that it does exist unrestrained,
when couples from pleasure have not abstained,
as in love some small cells brings a child to be
while after death life cannot be maintained
or knowledge of its wellspring be retained
while its source seems divine, something Godly;
not all kinds of things can be explained.
II
While some mysteries still has a haven
in their own undisturbed happenings
while human science still measures uneven;
if texture, colour and waves in heaven
of a rainbow is in the knowledge of things
the impact, the magic of it is not given,
even when men are despotic or craven,
on faith like butterflies, angels have wings,
as does remain the lore of the raven,
even the devil has hoofs that are cloven,
some stories have got some imaginings
while some mysteries still has a haven.
III
People might think I am on the loony side
but not all discoveries have been made
and to real faith some powers remain wide,
a man may have a tender hearted bride
as true love's mysteries do not just fade
while all their guests do them well wishes bide,
when hidden facts appear from where they hide,
new kinds of things may appear from the shade,
with knowledge man wants to rule and divide,
in life by limited resources we decide
the way of things and do others persuade
and to real faith some powers remain wide.
IV
Yet still far too little we do know
even of ourselves and of our earth,
about the way that everything does go,
we experience the sun's early glow
while we learn and adapt from our very birth
are caught by the wonder of drops of snow,
yearn for something more beyond the shadow,
for a Supreme Being that knows our true worth
in life's daily continuous ebb and flow
and in rebellion we suffer blow by blow,
while to existence there is no rebirth,
yet still far too little we do know.
[Reference: 'Lamia' by John Keats.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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No Bluff
You can never look worry free
If your eyes are on fruits and tree
You may be thinking as how to make best use
An idle mind is always in search of when let loose
It is human psychology and remains on constant move
They find no means for apprehensions to remove
This leads to unnecessary wrangling in mind
For which they struggle very hard to find
Only some people are exception to this syndrome
They are always happy when happily driven home
Nothing perturbs them when they are on guard
Everything is clear when they think and move forward
Inner reflection is seen on outer surface
That in turn reflects on the beautiful face
Its brings about glory and shine
Everything moves on smoothly and makes to feel fine
It is quoted 'What even if whole world you gain'
Loose the life or rest of the period is in pain
Nothing helps except contentment and happiness
That drives you in safe mode without any mad race
At first look itself you can make out
What can be happiness we all talk about!
It is self radiance with immense glow
As if bright sun shine is allowed to flow
Think for a moment and go for universal treasure
It may have many things in store to offer
You have everything to enjoy with pleasure
Only make it ample clear and doubly sure
It is easy to preach but difficult to practice
When you run out of words and promises
You may have to lead simple life with proof
It must be made known that life is real and can run without bluff
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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