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A nice tragic end

who knows when it will end?
who will be by the side, foe or friend?
what are we trying to achieve?
what do we really believe?

it has to and will come
with folded hands to welcome
no choice but painful departure
that is how one can see the future

so silently taken away without any warning
no time predicted in morning or evening
the night might have matched with fear
how much pain and agony at the last to bear?

You go into sleep without waiting
Only bad memeory may start eating
Your conscience and still rough attitude
It had been unbearable with magnitude

You might have left for heavenlly abode
Still it may hound people’s mind with load
It is heaved with sigh and relief
It was certainly right thinking with balief

No one may shed a single tear
All will have black cloths to wear
That may be silent respect for dead
The hatred and disliking is clearly read

The body is lowered in to its last refuge
It is not contained in vast place or huge
It may be limited to size and length
Nothing may remain hre like power or strength

It may take over you without any notice
It is in our hand to make it nice
The end can be made peaceful
If whole life has remained unremorseful

Nothing may change even after burial
We may go on doing same with denial
Not a word about faith or good living
All dependant on falsehood and misbeliving

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A mind dosn't rest

Why it happens all the time that mind doesn't rest?
Why all the time you try to come out as best?
Why you are on move and under going severe test?
Is life is made adventurous and differ from the rest?

Yes, it has to offer many explanations
There may not be startling revelations
It may have direct bearing on our relation
It puzzles everybody and posing a big question

We are human beings and attached with the sentiments
We get infuriated even with slight adverse comments
We settle it as quickly as possible and align with movement
We surprise them with our action and score at right moment

This is how we react angrily at our adversary
We go on planning for days and waste time unnecessary
We try to sooth it out but ill feelings still carry
This adds to tension and worry

We have revengeful attitude go for reprisal
We don’t wait satisfactory answer's arrival
We make hunt and go for immediate revenge
The defeat is taken as humiliation and wants to avenge

Good people may not opt for “tit for tat” attitude
This speaks of his sick mental status which some magnitude
Something forces him to act in haste
Life totally becomes different in taste

The bad company makes lot of impression
That is clearly seen and observed in your expression
You may cling to your ideas and suffer with obsession
You may not feel happiness even with nice possession

You may go in for quick retaliation on adversary
You may also not think it is necessary
Mind will remain occupied most of the time with rage
Body will be shaking in disbelief and unable to manage

We need complete balance of mind to live with peace
If we can succeed then it may help to reduce the tension and miss
It may take off our mind to another direction and rest
It may give momentary relief in mind at least

Revenge is not best form to show the strength
You can win adversary with friendly wave length
You can take personal ego one side and show some gesture
It may help to reduce tension in future

Let us not build trust on hatred
Never try to make other to believe in that or lead
Life can’t be compared with any body or injected into dead
It may definitely prove and rest all can be finely read

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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No reason to feel sad

I have no reason to feel sad and look gloomy
Even though the day is dark and cloudy
It may rain any time to bring some respite
The night may look an the absence of light

The nature has interlinked with our nature too
We too grow energetic and turn pale when go through
All seasons affect our thinking with climatic change
Our fate too with some hopes remain in balance and hang

Though the natural disasters create panic and fear
It brings havoc and turmoil for us to heavily bear
It may leave us in state of great shock with lots of tears
We have no where to go and tell someone to hear

It is good to be associated with climatic condition
It may inspire us to drive with powerful ignition
It is time for us to rise and match the event
It will be made memorable with resolute movement

Even though they are inseparable part
We adjust accordingly from the very start
We plan it in such way that it looks natural
There is no clash or apparently any quarrel

We may fear from nature but do not adopt exactly
Even though it may be in our disfavor heavily
Dark clouds do not inspire us to hold pessimistic views
At the same time we will not go mild with morning dews

As the sun opens its arm to spread over vast area
The land may claim it as its right and make strong plea
We do not leave it to heavenly bodies to decide
We may plan it forcefully to go over very wide

The weather has limited role to play
It may have time bound sway
Everybody may try to extract maximum
No one likes to share at the level of minimum

Even trees shed their difference to wear new out look
How pages look when they are compiled in nice book?
The trees may have new branches along with green leaves
This will definitely inspire and lead you to believe

Our heart can bear greenery all the time to come
As nature encourages non living organs to welcome
We human being empower to adapt certain new things
It will be liked by all and be appreciative of something

Even blind may notice change through ears
Same wind and change has taken place for years
It is human mind to feel and changes to make
Complete surrender to nature means nothing at stake

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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An imprint in mind

I did not find him bed side
The space left in between was very wide
Day before he was asleep and kept snoring
Today’s absence is unbearable and boring

The life can be difficult without him
We worked very hard as team
He was always there to support
I had maintained good rapport

He did not mind even when was not served with food
We both used to think seriously but always with good mood
We knew the critical phase will be over soon
The heat will be over and taken over by cool moon

How many nights we had spent in open?
Was it not the heaven for us as fun?
Did we ever feel that we were isolated?
Only we lived life in difficulty as ill fated

Still I remember there was much to offer
Lot many ideas to implement and differ
Always in complete harmony with no word of dissent
He was thorough gentleman and very descent

I shared with him half bread
He may come back home as if half dead
There was much to feel as thrill
The life was like circus and demanded hard drill

Not a moment I might have passed without him
He was strong pillar and a solid beam
We all rested on it as worry free persons
He offered us safety in all the seasons

Life has passed off in friction of seconds
The clean water has dried up in ponds
It has developed crack on its soil
We are left with nothing and continue to boil

I slipped back in old memory again
There was slight dazzling caused by rain
The weather was turning wet and cold
I was left with no sense to feel the different world

I shall not shed a tear
We had enough of it with fear
Again time has come to bear
We have now enough of cloths to wear

There is definite vacuum and void
It was not in our hand to avoid
He is not here by my side
I still feel he is still there to confide

There is fine imprint in mind
An image is there to find
Only good will experience with honest feeling
Everything is with you if you are willing

Nothing goes missing
Sun is rising
Rays bring light
Make determined bid and fight

Grow with responsibility and stature
You have to build from stretch a bright future
Page can be filled and re written
Life can be understood and enlightened

I may not miss his absence
I have to bear it with full sense
No use if I remain worried and tense
He may be remembered in all the tenses

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Simple Act

Look around and find something useful
See that you are not hunting to look fool
When nothing seems perfect and full
Don’t become worthless and mere tool

Time is essence and really healing factor
We play as mere stage actor
We got pick coming signals
As they bring warning with their arrivals

Hear and learn from your dreams
Those scenes may speak of whims
If you fear of complete failure
Trust your soul and make it sure

Go to one side of corner and be silent
Watch over it and offer no comment
It may add more pain and agony’
If you cry and disclose it to many

Feel the comfort at heart
This is considered as very good art
You may find it in nature’s refuge
It is so vast, apparent and very huge

You may hear breathless leaves with no noise
You may feel cold in breeze with lots of promises
What do they speak of silently in your ears?
A positive attitude infused in mind for coming years

You can visualize the firmness sans illusions
Steel like resolve with no more confusion
Nothing can take away your gentle feeling
As you are near to Him and almost willing

But touch the blowing wind
Think over it and bear in mind
You are the sole judge
World is finished once you bend and misjudge

See the ship has set direction
Sails through storms with simple action
Reaching shore is simple object
This should be final score with simple act

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I may miss her

It left a deep scar on mind
I was in pain to feel and find
The naked truth about reality
The very much essence of life and quality

In young age if someone deserts
It does have little effect of flirts
You are not matured enough to feel pulse
You always want new and something else

I was pushed in corner at sudden departure
She was no more with me to endure
All my pains and agony to be shared
We both had challenged and dared

I would ask her jokingly about death
“Who will lay the floral wreath?
What would you do in such situation?
She would feel pain urge for discontinuation

No one is immune from death or immortal
It may be natural, simple one or fatal
This fact is known to all and almost dreaded
Any advice in this regard is silently heeded

It was ample proof of our happy stay
She was in good state of health and never went away
Not a day would have passed that she not beside
I felt so much elated to find her on my side

It was pleasant to say good bye daily
It was done in a good faith to find her happily
She would glance at all the members of the family
I too would smile at her and acknowledge it gladly

I never thought end may come soon
I used to walk miles in the burning noon
With the only hope that I will have to rush
As I had seen her last in morning with brush

She will keep everything ready for next day
Ad I had forgetful nature all the way
It was her routine to make it doubly sure
I was careless about next day or future

Such happy days won’t be back again
She is not likely to come back and regain
As she was laid there motionless and dead
I could still see worry on her face and read

I felt as if she would speak something
Though she was nowhere to miss anything
I was left behind to take care of everything
She was heavenly abode for nothing

I know it is inevitable part
Every living thing has to depart
It is destiny and ruled for all
No one can escape divine call

I will not cry over her death
As I have full trust and faith
Even though she has left early
I may miss her very dearly

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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In any age

In any age, cart load you can carry
If heart is strong enough to remain merry
There is no string attached with condition
It needs no power too for ignition

Lots of old people carry on with smile
Their life is still full of vigor and style
No one can say that charm is over
Couple walks hands in hand with full cover

Sun may be moving fast to set
Yet life is not all that about to be late
It may take its due course to act
But life is certainly a reality and fact

Blow on and move with all your strength
It can be made beautiful with good wave length
It is lovely to hear nature's call in morning
With mild sun rays shine in the late evening

Sea has all power but remains calm
Raises alarm with waves but cause no harm!
What is with us to loose in turn?
It is only happiness to retain in return

There is no more physical death when you feel young
Everybody dies here and remains unsung
Yet things can be felt better in last days
As new and novel method has found its way

Why any illness must come and take over?
When heart is at its full boom with cover?
Happy to feel at one end and make others same as well
Life has all its glory to feel and tell

you may have it all with strong mind
Worries are not taken care of and left behind
We are human being and can not remain complacent or blind
Life is to be lived full length with its own kind

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Not all blacks

Diamonds are black,
hairs are black,
eyes are also black,
but heart too black?

Bear no grudge,
colours matter less,
does mother throw her child?
if kid is black,

Colour may not remain and vanish,
body may still last but perish,
idea may remain and also cherish,
hatred may remain and us finish,

Body may change from time to time,
The color may fade with passage of time,
nature may not change even with time,
do our feelings change with time?

'Thy' may not appreciate,
human beings should not differentiate,
race, colour and abuse should not substantiate,
where will you seek refuge if atmosphere vitiate?

Let colour not dominate,
race should not subordinate,
let all come together and co-ordinate,
make use of all and not denigrate,

My God was black,
still was loved by many,
Poor are still not hated
even have no money,

I may say it loud,
May feel even proud,
Does that ring so sound?
Let love for all be found,

Let there prevail nationalism,
take credit with idealism,
rationale thinking and some rationalism,
”Ism” all over but term it patriotism,

Sentiments not hurt by calling black,
no wars be fought even stabbed from back,
always carry the ideas in your pack,
remain alert even if you draw a flake,

when out from mother’s womb or mines,
diamond or child will have no shine,
if go by sayings black will not to be liked
with shine in diamond, price will be hiked,

Neither the Black represent dark,
not the dark as word black,
Black may have kind heart,
white may have black,

So say not black is bad,
With black son don’t feel sad,
You will feel good with word dad,
without black or white you will go mad

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Man proposes but...

Man proposes but God disposes
Fewer successes and more miss
Plan more but get nothing
Message is loud and clear for something

I am slowly going to end stage
I think it is calling off the day with age
So far successfully survived and managed
Now some departure ceremony ahs to be arranged

It is good to arrange in advance
It must be thought over at once
You must look back or give little glance
It must be clearly seen from your stance

The death is most dreaded fear
One got to be seized with it and bear
That can not be pushed further or delayed
The message is understood and clearly relayed

Dead are given respect and decent burial
It has to be accepted and no one can offer denial
As everybody has to be treated same way
No one can afford to ignore or stay away

Hindus lay dead body on pyre
After religious chanting it is handed over to fire
The body is then consigned to flames
It is merged with earth after reducing to ashes

The Muslims and Christians bury the dead
Their place is indicated and message is read
It is done with mark of respect
Tearful departure with final act

Let the methods vary but goal is same
One has to choose it without any blame
It is destined hour and stage is set
The same treatment and honor one is likely to get

I am coward and really afraid
I continuously think of stage ahead
What will I feel when buried?
This is open fact and can’t be lied

This is hunting me all the times
I become restless sometimes
Though it is reality but I am not prepared
I think of the condition and compare

I am puzzled by the fact that body will be exhumed
How much time will it take to be consumed?
Will I be feeling sense of long torture?
Is it going to take place for sure?

I have read the plight of dead bodies
Dogs sometimes pull them out from cemeteries
The fate will never be known to relatives
Such thoughts emerge in mind to give in

My dead body must be given full care
I know it must be laid somewhere
No one has escaped so far or got immunity
It is really helplessness and one can only feel pity

* The death fever should not grip the mind anytime*

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Rising sun

Some people are firm believer of rising sun
Prayers in the morning and then only run
Toil hard to earn bread in hot after noon
Some people do think of star and bright moon

Some of the sects worship fire
So sacred to them and always admire
It is pure faith that keeps them together
All pray, worship and respect others

Anger or hate emanate from intolerance
If we fail to understand its essence
We fail to notice the omni presence
Try to misread His message in the absence

Where we do we read or find the hatred?
Why do we kill the person only for bread?
Have to lead the life as it has lost the charm?
Relations strained and remained not warm

Universe spread over vast sea land
Can’t we see in it creator’s hand?
Why we term others enemy or friend?
When we know for sure we are going to end

Help the poor and weep the tears
Consider them friend and dearest of dear
He may sometime show the mercy
Go to help them without feeling pity

It may cost you nothing more
People may respect you and adore
If yours little effort can make them happy
Surely go for help even you feel sleepy

Life is dear to us but proving miserable
We may not find ways even if capable
We may find fault with preacher’s credence
Nothing will guide us……….

All heavenly bodies speak of themselves
It is how we mould and understand ourselves
Let us not malign religion, faith or path
End to hatred and unnecessary blood bath

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Tears..Peace..Night Smile..Fear..Time..Fate. The Seven Oceans Of Pain

Swimming across the first ocean, i met my friend-tears
he has been living there, for so many many years
he keeps count of all the tears, i have shed
on every tear, her name is tagged, and my future is read.

Swimming across the second ocean, i met my friend-peace
he left me, the day my heart shattered to pieces
im the master of peace, said, he'll keep the shattered pieces whole
i'll hand your heart over to you, when i departure with your soul.

Swimming across the third ocean, i met my friend-night
he lives there holding on to my dreams so very tight
in every dream, there's a showcase, a portrait of my never ending love
love, love destiny only lies in the heavens above.

Swimming across the fourth ocean, i met my friend :) smile
he deserted me the day she refused to walk down the aisle
capturing all the sadness that lies beneath my face
he said go i'll keep them safe, there'll be in your memory for you to chase.

Swimming across the fifth ocean, i met my friend fear
everytime i try to go in search of her
he appeares in my way with a sing that signals this is the end
i fear not, i fear not, i fear not, for my heart is damaged and will it ever mend?

Swimming across the sixth ocean, i met my friend-time
he laughed and said, your late thats a crime, yes a crime of loving her
thats what happens when you love someone more than what you could do
now my friend, you have to wait in line, for your portal to let you through.

Swimming across the seventh ocean, i met my friend fate
care in his eyes, you know love is a hard journey, and not all can enter its gate
in every journey you take my friend, the pain will always remain
for you to succeed you have to cross the Seven Oceans Of Pain.

My friends
Tears..Peace..Night
Smile..Fear..Time..Fat e.
The Seven Oceans Of Pain.
Written in Salma Torrez's notes
since 2001
Copyright.

poem by Salma. Torrez
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Heavy Load

Orbison/price
At times it seems too rough, things just drag me down
Its hard to find the strength to just one more round
When I need help, I know where to go
cos youre the best friend that I could ever know
Being taught the words from you .... from what is true
Someone to share the pain that Im going through
And its a heavy load that I bear and its a heavy crown that I wear
As I travel down this road, its a heavy load, its a heavy load
Its a heavy load that I bear and its a heavy crown that I wear
So help me one more time, its such an uphill climb
As I travel down this road, its a heavy load
Lord its a heavy load, lord its a heavy load, lord its a heavy load
Lord its a heavy load, lord its a heavy load....

song performed by by Roy Orbison
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The New Life of Us....

I wish courage is a sweet candy…
The sweet you will like…
The things I can buy everywhere…
Not the fear you have to confront..
Not the doubt you have within…

I am here begging you to look inside…
For there is a lot of courage there…
That you’ve tried to put aside…
Every time there is no flare…
That brings hope to your side…

I wish I could convince you…
There is life in every movement…
There is power in every change…
There is joy in every sadness….
And there is courage in every fear…

I wish I could tell you…
All courage starting from within..
To let go of certainties…
And begin to wander on the impossibility…
That brings courage to live…

I wish I could embrace your trembling heart…
With fire from an eternal courage…
It will make all your weary nights fade away…
The best way out is always through the line of this fire…

I wish I could hold your hands…
Put it gently in mine….
And whisper to you for one more time…
Hope is the language understood by the hurting heart…
Hope shines brighter than the brightest star during the darkest night…

To take a hand and hold on tight to your hope and courage…
It is the beginning of a healing…
Trust your heart is much stronger than any steel…
And may the healing power be the flowers of your garden…
And Hope be the corona of the sun…
That shine upon to welcome a new morning of your life…

My dear friend, be friend with your fear…
Let the fear guide you to find your own courage…
The time to start is now…
The place to start is here…
When life challenge you the most….

May hope cast its special light upon your path…
Bless everything you touch in every moment….
And courage stand beside you all the time…
With its sweet flavor like a candy in a store…

And I simply shed tears for one times more….
For our victory will be waiting at the front door…
New life will be waiting for us like a beautiful seashore….
And my dear friend, it’ll be something about you I adore….

Copyright © Eva Clara Harahap Jan 2010

poem by Eva Clara Harahap
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Crusade or struggle

Where and what place will stop this crusade?
Why have I to make futile attempts to invade?
Hunt for things which is not going to rescue
Which never belonged, never is and or falls due

Whole life I ran after oasis water
Did get nothing and became hater
In corner of the house agony I bear
Quietly I shed crocodiles tear

It was my unique way of dealing
Deep wounds but no real way for healing
Heart filled with grief but still concealing
Hatred towards all with no good feelings

It is how human beings live on with mission
Under pretext of falsehood with no admission
Presenting self with shield of sheer and blatant lies
Living in dreamy land with no answer or replies

I am tired of living constantly in falsehood
I find no other means for livelihood
Every time I have to take false pretext and refuge
How can I admit truth or flatly refuse?

Thousands of creatures take birth on land
Rejoice all over and joy as seen God’s hand
Many perish without anybody’s notice
Life is difficult and can’t be spent with peace

So many may find heaven on earth and feel touchy
God has been blessed with them to make them lucky
It might have been the destiny that is thrust upon
We have no other option left but to carry on

I often curse luck for no fault of mine
Why have I to walk on dangerous land mines?
Every time there is risk of heavy explosion
At heart I experience even heavier implosion

I still believe there is room for justice
It may be delayed but not denied by His office
Still feel some thing may emerge to bale me out
May be possible escape from complete rout

I strongly believe in Almighty’s capacity and power
It is He only who can guide us and empower
Still unclear in mind how it is going to happen?
Is there any possibility to live at ease even?

I am disillusioned at what is happening around
Not a slight percentage of humanity is found
Helplessness and realities grip firmly and surround
Person has to struggle very hard and come round

Still life is to be lived with and show must go on
Success or failure but must pursue and follow on
It is immaterial whether it is lost or won
Page has to kept in tact before being torn

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A place anywhere

Finally you got to settle somewhere
Yu have no place to go anywhere
One can think of resting there
It is wonderful place with no fears

Whatever may be your deeds?
Whatever may be your greed?
You may have no worry to feed
You are taken away and freed

People wish heaven for you
I don’t know how far it is true?
Why do we pray for peace in heaven?
He has done nothing at all good even

We touch the feet and seek the blessings
There is something moral like missing
We were all the time at loggerheads
He used to be dreaded and we were afraid

It is not satisfaction at al for his departure
We don’t heave a sigh of relief for future
He could do worst all in his tenure
We feared so much and were unsure

We still lay a wreath
That is last respect to death
You may be buried deep in the ground
The final peace is lastly found

It is burial ground
Complete peace and absolutely no sound
No one goes there for any round
Occasional offerings and flowers to be found

No one may wish to come here
Still it has to somewhere near
The journey may soon be taken
Even if your belief is shaken

It has to be borne in mind
You got to and will have to find
The journey may end soon
You will be brought here in night or noon

Wish all a happy good bye
You have now nothing left to buy
You may not see them in times to come
You place is fixed with rousing welcome

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Weight (feat. The Staple Singers)

(The Band)
I pulled in to Nazareth, was feeling 'bout half past dead
I just need some place where I can lay my head
''Hey mister, can you tell me where a man might find a bed?''
He just grinned and shook my hand, ''No'' was all he said
Take a load off, Fanny
Take a load for free
Take a load off, Fanny
And you put the load right on me
I picked up my bag, I went looking for a place to hide
When I saw Carmen and the Devil walking side by side
I said ''Hey Carmen, come on, let's go downtown''
She said ''I gotta go but my friend can stick around''
Take a load off, Fanny
Take a load for free
Take a load off, Fanny
And you put the load right on me
Go down Miss Moses, there's nothing you can say
It's just old Luke, and Luke's waiting on the judgement day
''Well, Luke my friend, what about young Anna-Lee?''
He said ''Do me a favour son, won't you stay and keep Anna-Lee
company?''
Take a load off, Fanny
Take a load for free
Take a load off, Fanny
And you put the load right on me
Crazy Chester followed me and he caught me in the fog
He said ''I will fix your rat if you'll take Jack my dog''
I said ''Wait a minute Chester, you know I'm a peaceful man''
He said ''That's okay boy, won't you feed him when you can?''
Take a load off, Fanny
Take a load for free
Take a load off, Fanny
And you put the load right on me
Catch a cannonball now to take me down the line
My bag is sinking low and I do believe it's time
To get back to Miss Fanny, you know she's the only one
Who sent me here with her regards for everyone
Take a load off, Fanny
Take a load for free
Take a load off, Fanny
And you put the load right on me

song performed by by Sheryl Crow
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Totally inactive

I die daily when go to sleep
There won’t be time left to weep
The final hour will be maintained
Not a single second more to be detained

It is onward journey and heavenly bound
No short cut or passage is found
The death bell may ring around
Perfectly when you have sleep very sound

Hardly for few hours are you active
In night you are dead and totally inactive
You may have new plans and future activities
It may end soon with lots of uncertainties

We embark on a venture which is unhelpful
No sureties whether it will shot sure or successful
Still futile bid for appeasing the false ego
The fate has waited for it years ago

No signal or warning to pack the plans
Not single second to alter the command
Leaving behind as it is for none to take care
Who knows you will be taken where?

Leave aside the futility of life for a second
Think about the next moment lying beyond
Nothing purposeful if planned not in participation
You won’t have even slight indication

Come in life next day to witness the cycle
Same routine and nothing new in circle
It is big round to find result and revolve around
Eyes may remain wide open in dismay when stand on ground

Helpless eyes may look in despair at sky
Thousands of thoughts to enter and pertinently ask why
What was the shortcoming not contemplated in mind?
Lot of confusion to over come and suitable answer to find

Is it not the illusory world that keeps us at large?
What we see is not water but a false mirage?
No firm ground or place to look and take refuge
Not sure of it but in disbelief eyes still refuse

So all in earnestness we die practically at night
Everything is left behind for others to make it right
Numbers of steps in mind to counter the move
Still no fear for self being forcefully removed

Sometimes days are longer than nights
Nights sometimes are longer to make it right
Hours remain same for correcting the trend
Where then time left to make the amend

So many shoddy deals take place in dark
Some of things are made unknown to embark
No one knows the exact launching time and place
We only know the ways and means to save the face

Utilize the day and rest in night
Nights are not meant to fight
Everything to come at stand still
Surrender everything at free and good will

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Cry from distance

Heard a cry from the distance,
Somebody might have departed at once,
Could clearly listen to sobbing voice,
Coming with variation as if no other choice,

It made me restless for simple reason
Nobody can remain immortal as person
Life is God’s gift and must be enjoyed
see to it that correct ways are employed

Hart is filled with definite sorrows
One becomes uncertain for tomorrow
Life is just phenomenon and borrowed
It has to be lived and simply followed

It gives us pain when our dear one departs
What it makes worthwhile or message to impart?
Nothing was yours which is taken away
Soon to forget it is the only way

It may leave many deep scars
Eyes may refuse to see and ears?
Very difficult to hear unpleasant news
Cry for loss and holding pathetic views

The very thought itself will make you very sad
Whole world may seem to you unkind and bad
The unusual stories are constantly fed
One is made to believe and to be led

Death is in fact universal truth,
it is fine so long life is smooth,
It is painful and living hell,
If body doesn’t keep in shape and do well,

Still have we not learnt a lesson?
One has to depart without any reason,
Whether spring, autumn or rainy season,
It is almighty who has power and decision,

I became happy when dews were gone,
Sun shine appeared and night was done,
Daily routine on card but with definite message,
One has to make way, try and make passage,

Life means motion with constant change,
No hatred, no love or only revenge,
Today’s enemy may turn friends tomorrow,
Why not then understand and rules to follow?

No one know how far we may be able to survive
Will we be able to carry on or peacefully live?
Who can be our good friends or partner?
This will bother hound us as beginner

Life may appear in form of bubble,
Men may think different but will not be able,
Work is done with only HIS grace,
Nothing will be left behind even with small trace,

We are here only for limited duration,
Can’t compare or with any other equation,
It is our existence that is in question,
Not HIS world which needs any mention

We got to carry on as single traveler
We may find many good or bad feelers
It has to be lived with present scene
Have to make it worthwhile and to be seen

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Living thing has to perish

Any living thing has to perish
Any start will have to finish
We are all mortals so face the disintegration
Nothing to remain behind with any such relation

Your journey and quest starts from the day one
It is not taught by or guided by any one
It is from the clear instinct that you surge ahead
It may be immaterial whether you fall back or take the lead

The body is made up of bones and flashes
It may get torn up if subjected to lashes
Even the river water washes bank
Thinking seriously and always thank

We have to find permanent refuge
The task is not small but very huge
We will have to find place to rest
When time comes to call off after delivering best

The soul may be air borne when body is laid
“It has no use without body” proverbs said
Everything comes to an end when you are no more
There is permanent place to sleep with heavy snore

You have found the place near the grave
You were so powerful and very brave
It did not help when final countdown started
You left the place with heavy heart and really parted

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Love with Peace

I tried to hold it anyway
It failed and came out anyway
Now was another desparate try
As if everything was denied even to ask why

What strength it has to drive?
Push to brink or will power to survive?
Amidst all challenges on the way
The gloom and failure is driven away

Yes, that is hidden strength
A powerful inspiration to have one length
A wish to remain together
Till the end even if divided further

What even if poverty mars the living!
What grave error even if that means believing!
The stars and sky never desert
Tied together as an symbol of love art

Wars may be avoided under its shield
Nights may look beautiful if seen from open field
Love has fortune and pain as well
Not a word can be substituted to tell

Heart may try to yell
Nothing may go well
Pen may be dried to spell
Oh yes! Eyes may try to dwell

Have you ever heard night insects singing?
Total new lease of life when dark is descending
Heart felt unhappiness heard in painful cry
When all thoughts halt for a while and refuse to fly

I said it to all not to disregard
Love is weapon to look forward
With all inside aspirations coming to light
Making human beings to heave a sigh of relief

No pain, no hatred and only love with peace
Life to be spent with complete joy and at ease
What else for I am on this beautiful earth?

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A long inning

As mother had played long inning
She breathed her last in the evening
She knew in advance about the end
It was known to us from her feelings and trend

She would not mind about anything
She won’t ask for or call for something
It was her desire to see us well off
She never wanted us to offer any bluff

She was looking at ceiling
Even though for months she was ailing
She had all kind of satisfaction
Bright eyes reflected the same indication

She was lying on the cot
Life spent on various odds to be fought
It was her life time ambition
To be with us without any condition

She did not expect a single favor
She provided us full cover
We will go near to her and touch the feet
She would affectionately look at and greet

She was active till the last day
It was her life and with full sway
She acted dominant and had complete way
We too were afraid to go away

Such glorious inning was about to end
We informed all relatives and friends
It was her desire that all should remain her bedside
She had nothing to hide or confide

She breathed heavily and lost the control
Her body remained there without soul
It was left for heavenly abode
We watched silently with heavy load

She bore same innocence but with authority
It was her secret weapon and quality
She will not mind for our being defiant
She offered full explanation and very variant

She was not in pain at all
The life had ended with her call
She lived life at full length
That was only her strength

We were her treasure
She had everything for sure
All members were brought up clean atmosphere
She had all the satisfaction to be on earth here

Father turned pale at last moment
He could not cry or offer comment
No word was offered from his for his mouth
We could clearly feel autumn wind from north to south

She stood for all those glorious years
She was all for smile and without tears
This kept us in good mood with confidence
We were let off peacefully with all incidences

Even though mother has left us for a while
She had covered long distance of miles
It was divine smile for all of our family members
The shade under banyan tree was for us to remember

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