A oldie don't go
Good night good night ye, old man
Come to see me fast if you can
I may be leaving you far behind
Don’t try for me ever to find
Your were unkind and naughty
It was against our deal or treaty
But you looked so handsome and sweetie
People still call me beautiful auntie
You oldie man answer my call
Don’t hasten your sudden fall
You can still jump very high wall
You are quick on field with foot ball
I prefer you more not with age
You are fine imprint on new page
You become so red while in rage
You may fight till end and continue to wage
Oldie, oldie still I may go
You don’t follow me and forgo
You are not useless so I should throw
I still welcome and not beat the brow
You are teacher but stubborn and very bold
Your temperature is high in severe cold
You are at distance but safe in my fold
You are like jewel and can be compared to gold
She may always differ
I shall continue to suffer
What to expect from her and offer
She is seeking but not running after
She may be little bit crazy
Respond very late and seems very lazy
Pretend to be working hard and show very busy
She gets very angry but still not noisy
She may try to laugh
Pretend very hard not to cough
She may try to be very tough
But ultimately she may prove kind and not rough
Oldie, do you listen to your conscience?
I have so much urge and no patience
When will you end your self exile?
When will I have your good smile?
Will you be kind enough to grace?
Your consent for happy union
I shall ever remain grateful
As it has got to be successful
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A good lady
Humpty dumpy met on a way
Oldie my friend with hair grey
She was naughty and bad teacher
She just advise like good preacher
She was clever but headless woman
Got so much jealous when did not find good man?
When she found she started fighting
She wanted good show in day lighting
She forgot to know it is selfish world
Here relations blew very hot and cold
Since she was adamant, rigid and very old
We were afraid to face her with initiative bold
She will make endless speeches
No body could dare to make any breaches
She may stand alone and watch the show
It was very difficult to convince her and throw
She may rise from bubbles even
She may claim she is in teens
She pretends to be oldie
But she is nice and very good lady
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A funny side
Oldie is dreamy
Really it is funny
Sun may not have remained sunny
It might have been witnessed by you and not by many
It might have come out from west
You might have gone for its test
Your may be searching for the rest
You prove to be dreamer and try for best
We see so many irrelevant things
It certainly to do something
The chain of thoughts goes on continuously
It is useless thinking if we admit honestly
We can’t base our plan on dreamy side
The reality and fact may remain open very wide
It may have pleasant side in the isolation
It has nothing to do with facts or relation
Still it is nice resort
We have so many comforts
Things move on as per our wish
The end has got very nice finish
Why it makes you so much happy?
You find beautiful girls to marry?
The sun doesn’t get set at all
It is always pleasant and happy call
Reveal it not for even for amusement
You may invite adverse comments
For you it may be fine moment
Enjoy it to self and make good movement
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A fair trial
Can some one find lost oldie?
has she lost charm as goldie?
she looses a year every year
is that deafening her ear?
Birthday may come and go?
bitter memories should always forgo
the steps must be always slow
age fastens up as you grow
Is it really a tragedy?
is life not in sense comedy?
there is no option or remedy
you don't have to be greedy
Every year you fear of birth date
you are lazy and respond very late
may you do not like it and hate
then you must clearly state
it is greetings for the new year
not to throw old cloths and new one to wear
it is refining for self my dear
so many wishes to be acknowledge and hear
you forget other's birthday just to fight
you have no more sheds or light
may be vision has dimmed with sight
you may have reasons to feel right
friends may alway remain friends
till it may reach dead end
lovely and beautiful mornings may come every day
teach us new things and show the way
Birth dya is not just to celebrate
It converys friendship and vibrate
Good bond and feelings around
Belonging and closeness is found
Let it remain It tact
This is real fact
Only one has to sicnerely act
Piclk threads and collect
What else you need in human relationship?
Can that guide you for the safety of the ship?
Can that remove tears when you are about to weep?
I am for the fair trial and friendship to keep
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A preference
You were never a Juliet
You seemed to me simple idiot
You preferred a heavy jolt
It was shock and blue from bolt
I thought you were showing some grace
I was never after you and in race
I had read anxieties on your face
Still I showed willingness to embrace
I knew something was making you wild
You were not the same as true and mild
I figured it out and decided to ignore
You had acted in haste this before
I let you behave the way you like
You may go on top and shout with mike
You may display cards while on bike
No one will bother even if you strike
You preferred neither to show nor to see
wanted me to dump in blue or dark sea
You didn’t want to remain as friend to find
Spoken words supposed to be very kind
Be little kind and considerate
Don’t complain always and narrate
Don’t land in hostile land
You will find villains and not good friend
No messages may flow
It will be great blow
Friendship process may go slow
Don’t vitiate but lay low
Understand and properly read
Between the lines and don’t misread
Try to find out ways and means
Search your soul and cleanse
You may find the answer
Not from all but from fewer
Steer the course and stay sound
Way with new friends is always found
Fill the air with melody of cuckoo
Be always right and try to be true
Make no bone of contention with noise
Keep your word good with promise
Your oldie may jump
Won’t care about any bump
Stay safe and very cool
Don’t make yourself fool
You may feel triumph
It may be win only half
You may loose and cry
Consequences may leave you dry
You may choose
But subsequently loose
You won’t know what is right or wrong
You will be alone and not find among
I shall prefer not to stay
Not that far or so much away
I shall knock at the right hour
May rush from any where even if on tour
I wish you to be little tough
Always kind with words and not rough
Convey best possible feeling right now
I shall be there but don’t know how?
I shall accompany you
When you may surrender to thou
It may be his wish to prevail
You may fall in line and avail
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Only Oldie
I remember only oldie,
Grey hair looks like Goldie,
Her temperament and anger same as before
But she is liked and praised therefore
She is now in law
But prefers to remain out of law
Nicely engaged with customary routine
Happy to be with daughters in line
I shall pay her due respect
As she is the only one in good act
She may come fighting and go back
But mind that she is intelligent and not crack
She has way of her own
Hardly prefers to remain known
She is teacher but rally bad one
She won’t hear to any one
She is principled lady
Cares for self and not somebody
But so much with humor and self respect
Always in line with circumstances and on track
I love and like her as any body would love to friend
Many times she has shown me exit and road to end
But she is as lovely as anybody else
She has pride, honor and wants nothing else
What would she expect from all?
A nice behavior and descent call
She won’t tolerate any kind nuisance
She may come back heavily at once
To have such friend as treasure
The happiness and joy you can never measure
It is how you spend your time with dearest one
As at least there is some one to remind someone
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A real joke
Oldie we were really fooled
That sent chill and make us cool
We can do nothing but laugh
It is story of fools only half
Who prefers and loves to laugh?
Who wants to be alone and rough?
Take it as gift from almighty
Laugh it out as sign of nicety
Lessen out the burden
Which has come all of sudden?
Don't loose composure even
You will be really be happy then
Not to laugh it out is cruel joke
The sadness may remain as yoke
To keep confined if some one pokes
Then it may be really big stroke
We are certainly made to believe
It is fallacy and unreal world that we live
Not everything can go as per plan
You got to swim across the lake like swan
Your efforts may not be liked by all
They will cut jokes at your fall
They have nothing to do with your agony
The matters seems to them unreal and phony
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Miss ', I Really Miss
I was stepping in to become young
I thought it is nice journey but too long
I am afraid and take care not to go wrong
I was expecting everything for song
I am so much influenced by lady smile
She has entered in life just before while’
Life seems to be so interesting and fine
I want to dance on floor with glass of wine
Miss, you can’t be so rude
For a word you have made prelude,
All warmth and affection you have included
Hate and distance you have excluded
I never expected you to cast
All doubts but trust should not last
You were the first to realize it fast
Reality known but never wore any kind of mast,
Your innocence and name is kind to infuse
Kind words for me but not meant to confuse
Time was for decision but you never refused
Always stood at right point and crisis defused
Even amidst delicate moments
You did not offer a word or comments
You were hurt most but you used simple word,
Is it blessings to you or gift from Lord?
I loved you most as your dearest friend
Still you didn’t put any word at the end,
Kept me at dark or asked or any excuse
Used otherwise it as pretext, denied or refused
'Miss' I miss you but you don’t miss,
Did not expect from you kind hug or simple kiss
Not even kind gesture or more of any show
Still I miss you and never beat eye brow
Will this uncertainty remain or go?
Life will be full of remorse but still I would forgo
Is there any restriction from your side or embargo?
You bear always “no entry” smile with logo
You called on me for good luck and best wishes
I remained dead as no water was available for fish,
May be it is very hard to swallow for some reasons
Why then there should be draught without any season?
I was quick to grasp situation,
Avoided unwarranted efforts for persuasion,
Shock was sudden and heavy but came very late,
I did accept it with grace and as part of fate
She didn’t become mine for some reasons
I waited simply for spring season
She too eagerly longed for strong bond
As I was inclined and very fond
She had everything to loose
But she had no option to choose
Why did she take extreme step?
She always used to call me as sweet babe
It may be her way of thinking
It left me high and dry with blinking
What should I call her sacrifice?
A step of dedication or break of promises?
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Watch future generation
It is thrilling to watch future generation
More or so with your own grandsons
What hope you have in them for future?
You may enjoy it quietly for sure
Some may be crawling on ground
Some may be crying with lots of noise and sound
But it makes altogether presentable round
The happiness and joy is certainly found
One of my friend I has named as cuckoo
She is kind but has proved me a Waterloo
The decisive battle was fought on this famous battle field
It proved graveyard and rivals put stiff resistaqnce and held
She is little aggressive in approach
As teacher she is nice but not as good coach
She will not allow single deviation
This sometimes strains the relation
I teased her by calling granny
I may call her sometimes oldie
Now she has become grandmother
What else to compliment or offer
Today she came on line
Was in good mood and feeling fine
I did convey our best wishes
But she had to make move and sometimes rush
No one can measure level of joy
It is exciting stage and only self can enjoy
It may release happiness counts and ripples
Feet may take longer steps with disregard of pulses
This stage must come in everybody’s life at least once
Even though it can be imagined as life time chance
Not all may be blessed with or find it with fine health
Even though he or she may be having plenty of wealth
She did not stay long to spell more on family
She was enjoying every moment very happily
What else you need in later stage of life span?
When actually you had never thought over with any of the plan
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What the hell 'm doing on earth?
What the hell I am on earth?
What the mission and work I carry on?
What do I do for self and others?
Is it not wonderful I still live on?
What do I do and pray for?
Know not and still ask for more,
has this occurred to me this before?
Continue to ponder and answer no more,
is it confined to me alone?
’m the soul only suffer,
do you have any clue or answer?
does the answer lie with only power?
I love not to lead life very simple,
may not go for white but only purple,
See at water but not at bubble,
Think I not, though time more ample,
What more I have to offer?
Not yet prepared even for coffin,
is there enough food in my Tiffin?
Will my quest continue or confine?
I continue to stare and look at sky,
Sun, stars, moon all shine but why?
I find no answer and feel so shy,
heart feel heavy but can not cry
Am I so fool and feel so cool,
or simply a medium or tool.
If so, then why not I leave to HIM?
Why so urge and keep a whim?
I may not look back,
though no noble thought in my pack,
even turn rough and create some crack,
but still surge ahead and find good track,
why should I ponder over split milk?
Why not prefer cotton and run for silk?
Is it not the race considered so mad?
hide inside more and always look bad,
It is not I who will decide,
leave it to HIM as HE is beside,
no to right or yes to any side,
always in middle and nothing to hide,
I will bury all and not more think,
no more smile and no more wink,
neither I swim and nor do I sink,
with strong resolve not to blink,
I find it no less than conquest,
answer I found at simple request,
I know not whether good or best,
but certainly I find myself safe in nest,
I may thrive and also survive,
let there not be unrest and revive,
will always do and strive for good,
even there may not be any more fo
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Cry not
You should not cry else tears may fall
Hold them back until, you make call
you tell them not to fall or roll
is the cry only way left for recall?
Go in isolation or on the roof top
yell and shout as much as you and don’t stop
If need be then go to the hill peak
Shout in wilderness and don’t speak,
I want that not a word is heard,
No tears must be seen or feared
no one should come to sob you off
and no one should cut a joke on you and laugh
if you Cry in open or complain to anybody,
it may bring disgrace to somebody
it may prove difficult and the path may not be easy?
It will always trouble you even if you are so busy?
Never say in open that you loved her
Even if you want cry then don’t bother
don’t excuse that wall was so high
Wall may remain there even if you fly
Claim not that moral was so high,
you won’t get whatever you want in life
she may not become your wife,
then will you put your neck to knife?
See the reason and decide for and against
it is real submission that will be counted for as test,
what happens if you simply go for admission,
There may still be omission and emission,
Cry not for the beautiful and bright “eyes'
They are completely veiled to say byes
It may offer very good smile
When you are in very good mood for while
It is sign of cowardice and lack of the will
You should go for all the options available still
Why do you prefer to shed the tears in corner?
You should preserve your energy in the burner
There will be definite turn and change
Time may come and you will be able to manage
It will be good sign for honest and sincere lover
Rain too may feel happy and pour the shower
Think that you are the only person to be so lucky
The situation may prove difficult and tricky
Still you may have to face to the tune of rough weather
If you get her on your side then it will be honor or feather
Prove to the world that you are the only person?
There is every possibility to succeed for simple reason
The luck has to smile on you and wait for the chance
You will have then no time to look back and glance
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Good quest
What the hell I am on earth?
What the mission and work I carry on?
What do I do for self and others?
Is it not wonderful I still live on?
What do I do and pray for?
Know not and still ask for more,
has this occurred to me this before?
Continue to ponder and answer no more,
is it confined to me alone?
’m the soul only suffer,
do you have any clue or answer?
does the answer lie with only power?
I love not to lead life very simple,
may not go for white but only purple,
See at water but not at bubble,
Think I not, though time more ample,
What more I have to offer?
Not yet prepared even for coffin,
is there enough food in my Tiffin?
Will my quest continue or confine?
I continue to stare and look at sky,
Sun, stars, moon all shine but why?
I find no answer and feel so shy,
heart feel heavy but can not cry
Am I so fool and feel so cool,
or simply a medium or tool.
If so, then why not I leave to HIM?
Why so urge and keep a whim?
I may not look back,
though no noble thought in my pack,
even turn rough and create some crack,
but still surge ahead and find good track,
why should I ponder over split milk?
Why not prefer cotton and run for silk?
Is it not the race considered so mad?
hide inside more and always look bad,
It is not I who will decide,
leave it to HIM as HE is beside,
no to right or yes to any side,
always in middle and nothing to hide,
I will bury all and not more think,
no more smile and no more wink,
neither I swim and nor do I sink,
with strong resolve not to blink,
I find it no less than conquest,
answer I found at simple request,
I know not whether good or best,
but certainly I find myself safe in nest,
I may thrive and also survive,
let there not be unrest and revive,
will always do and strive for good,
even there may not be any more food.
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Why only females!
“Why only females have to suffer”
“I am sorry to know it and I differ”
I was fired off by a very good friend
I thought it will bring about an abrupt end
She was for all praise for good friend
She was no doubt very clear with trend
I said I can improve upon and mend
She was adamant and refused to bend
I had liked her from the beginning
She was fire brand and very shining
Her approach very clear and convincing
I too liked her words without mincing
She was tall in figure and beautiful
I thought she may be equally faithful
She might come up with all that may be purposeful
I too longed for her and was very hopeful
Even though she was far away
I did not feel bad in any way
She had her option very much open
I too was very much hopeful even
She has boyfriend she told
But in fact she proved she is very bold
She would not easily go to any fold
She may be opposed to any idea or very cold
It did not make me sink
I even saw her without any wink
She was merely stating her position
I dreamed about her with very good composition
She will laugh it out at my proposal
She may say it even with quick disposal
She is not for anyone except her friend
She has no proposal in any sense to send
I am not good at such things
I did not expect her for something
She was to remain with me as a companion
She feared and took it for bonding and union
Relation is not built in a day
It is taking may years with days
Who can wait that longer to prove?
I liked her move and did not disapprove
Let her have her own world to live
I have my own to live and believe
Let it not drift away in strong current
The friendship is heavenly sent
I don’t want unusual thing to happen
It must not be felt now or then even
It is her choice to prevail and realize
Who am I to look upon it and oblige?
It is good for me to see her from distance
You can find many examples or good instances
It is touchy relation that may come on surface
One fine morning she may come out with smiling face
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At Least
Oh, hmm oh yeah, hmm, hmm, hmm
I'm on way back to Atlanta
About to start a new life
Cause I can't take it here
It seems the more we fight
The more the pressure
I'm in this lonely house
Sitting high up on a hill
Pressin' the buttons on the control
Flipping through channels on TV
Wondering when you're coming home
And take care of family
At least you can call and say I'm busy
At least you can say I'm running late
At least you can give some kind of notice
Let somebody know that you're okay
At least you can take some time to phone
At least you can just one day stay home
At least you can take me out to me
If you love me, you would've done those things
You won't miss me till I'm gone
Impossible to drink from a well that's gone dry, yeah
And every night you come in singing the same old song
How could you do me wrong?
When you know it ain't right
Pressin' the buttons on the control
Flipping through channels on TV
Wondering when you're coming home
And take care of family
At least you can call and say I'm busy
At least you can say I'm running late
At least you can give some kind of notice
Let somebody know that you're okay
At least you can take some time to phone
At least you can just one day stay home
At least you can take me out to me
If you love me, you would've done those things
Take in a movie show, a carnival
A place to go, we can be alone
But instead I'm staring at these matching walls
The weekends spent, a compliment
Flowers sent would've kept me at home
But now instead I'm packing my bags and I'm gone
At least you can call and say I'm busy
At least you can say I'm running late
At least you can give some kind of notice
Let somebody know that you're okay
At least you can take some time to phone
At least you can just one day stay home
At least you can take me out to me
If you love me, you would've done those things
At least you can call and say I'm busy
At least you can say I'm running late
At least you can give some kind of notice
Let somebody know that you're okay
At least you can take some time to phone
At least you can just one day stay home
At least you can take me out to me
If you love me, you would've done those things
All I wanted was a smile
For you to stay a little while
It's too late for it
Cause you forgot the little things, whoa, oh
At least you can call and say I'm busy
At least you can say I'm running late
At least you can give some kind of notice
Let somebody know that you're okay
At least you can take some time to phone
At least you can just one day stay home
At least you can take me out to me
If you love me, you would've done those things
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Good morning Boss
Day spoils if start is not at all good
We can do away with no good food
But certainly not with bad start
You may wear gloomy face and feel bad heart
It is said “whose beginning then his day too will be bad”
He may find it difficult with brother. Mummy or even with dad
There may take place unusual things to disturb whole day
You may loose patience and find no other good way
In office day starts with “'good morning” to boss
you got to always yes and never no even at some personal loss,
He is the one person in office who is always in tension,
You can’t expect any thing bad worth to mention,
I always take steps for its prevention,
I never ask or raise any question,
Simply fall in line with him ready to go with his words
try to show the sincerity and keenness in special work
I or for that matter no one can afford to loose his grace
Loosing favor means you won’t have any trace
All odds against you and problems to face,
Why simply to enter then unnecessary race?
Try to be near him but not so close,
Butter daily with kind words and offer rose,
Stand by with him in the time of need
Never show bad gesture and prove your worth in deed
it is hard time to show sincerity and prove best class
Hide the discomfiture and feelings under dark glass,
don’t try to create any flutter and allow the day to pass,
Allow his name to be seen plate with shining in brass
If you ever happen to fall out of grace
Ready yourself to challenge and face,
Offer very good smile and use kind words,
Remain obedient and sincere as you remain with lords
After all he is bread provider and boss
We can’t afford to alienate him at any cost
Our relation may at any time go frost
But it is not the end of the day or love lost
Try to reason out your obedience
Prove that office is at par excellence
It is only because of his brilliance
Office has got reputation only by his presence
It is no exaggeration to use few good words in his honor
You may find that he too may stand for your favor
In fact it is the presence of all that count s for performance
There is no use if we undermine his authority in others presence
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This Kind Of Love
This kind of love ain't right
Won't take us through the night
This kind of love's not true
Not good for me or you
Woke up to find myself
Standing in another day
Filled with anxiety
I'm praying for a different way
I give it all I have
Till I have no more to give
I used to think I'd die for love
Now I'd rather live
If everywhere you look, you find some misery
The view from there can make you feel
Just a little crazy
This kind of love ain't right
Won't take us through the night
Some think love equals pain, but...
This kind of love's not true
Not good for me or you
I think we got to get out of this rain
Stay walking through life
Waiting for the other shoe to fall
Dreams cut like a knife
When you think you shouldn't dream at all
I saw a dark cloud
Looks like it follows us around
It doesn't take that much, you know
To make it tumble down
How did we ever go from being so happy
To suffer alone and be strong
Just so we can keep on giving up
This kind of love ain't right
Won't take us through the night
Some think love equals pain, but...
This kind of love's not true
Not good for me or you
I think we got to get out of this rain
If everywhere you look, you find some misery
The view from there can make you feel
Just a little crazy
This kind of love ain't right
Won't take us through the night
Some think love equals pain, but...
This kind of love's not true
Not good for me or you
I think we got to get out of this rain
(Repeat Chorus)
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I Know People
I know people who help you through the night.
And I know people who
fight that very good fight.
And, I know people who're goin for the gold.
And, I know people got them aces so you better fold.
I know people who are quick to light your cigarette.
And, I know people who say 'Buddy, ya ain't seen nothin yet.'
I know people who're workin harder every day.
And I know people who got kids come out to play.
I know people, you know people, said, I'm not so different from you.
Won't you be one of my people who
Who do too.. Won't you be one of my people who.
I know people who
are cruisin up and down the track, and
I know people who
won't be comin back.
I know people ridin too high at the wheel.
And, I know people, there to cut you that dirty deal.
I know people who'll take you into town. And, I know people who
really get around.
And I know people who're buskin up and down the mall.
And, I know people who're gonna take a fall.
I know people, you know people, see, I'm not so different from you?
Won't you be one of my people too. Said, won't you be one of my people who, who do too.
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Always To Greet With
Always to greet with 'good morning 'and start
This is our tradition and has remained as part
Whenever I see close friend on line I sincerely wish
Welcome with sentiments and delightfully finish
I said to friend 'what is there in morning and evening? '
It must always end with ever lasting joy and smiling
I for one shared this concept right from the beginning
Give all kind of expressions and bring on their face little shining
I often say it with smile and style
That speaks of you magnificently meanwhile
Words sometimes may remain in close file
But gesture speaks in volumes all the while
Happiness is something like to be shown in its kind
You need not go in open market to find
It is not the commodity to be out rightly purchased
Sometimes it is eluding but needs to be constantly chased
One of my friend lives far but always closer to heart
I feel as if she is inseparable and dominant part
Whenever we meet some pleasant exchanges are made
But not revealing each others mind as secret trade
I have named her 'oldie' but nice hearted person
She is there as teacher, glider and available in all the seasons
I quite frankly enter into skirmishes and alter the scene
But she may come up with fierce mood and real chance to be seen
She is great but what do I dream for her?
Nothing but a wish to see smile from her
A rare quality to be witnessed from human being
But equally to be seen from birds when they sing
She is wealthy but not poor in any of the aspects
She responds in immediate manner with respect
I still tease her to invite some hostile reaction
She flares up in rage but offers smooth action
She stands as star alone in the sky
Twinkle at night and force me to fly
With all my fancy and ideals
She is in fact lovely person and quality in real
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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You are
You are flexible and need no season
Change in minute without any reason
What a versatile woman or person you are?
Leaving me behind and staying very far
You expect response after sweet fight
Prove always when go wrong or right
How to find passage or way with light?
Still I prefer you not to go out of sight
You have lamented number of times
Vehemently opposed for no fault of mines
I may prefer to keep silence and forgo it at once
If you really welcome and change your stance
You were always there at my call
Shielded me with care from possible fall
Why not you change your different attitude?
You may witness sudden fall from altitude
I have nothing to offer but an advice
Simple solution but not as mechanical device
You may accept or reject it with reservation
It was just a tip or very honest observation
Heavy rainfall may strike with force at stone
Can’t uproot from earth or make it airborne
After all stones are stones without any heart
They may not change even with movement smart
Well one needs to change or positively adopt
Hard core stances put aside for a while and drop
Realistic views without any change or flip flop
Careful Balancing act while driving on slope
You can still remain same without being adamant
I may still appreciate and seek or want
After all it is not game but life at stake
Should remain alert and always awake
Well, life may not be dull but beautiful and nice
As our dish may not be complete without rice
Many cooks may spoil the delicious food
You may still prove and take me out of wood
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Goldie By Name
It is good for health to miss
To feel some thing short of kiss
But a nice feeling and belonging
It is how one should feel with nice beginning
I have always missed beautiful friends
They have brought joy and happiness till the end
Some of then have stayed for longer time
Some of them have left in between sometimes
Neither has it had to do anything with social standing
Nor with the attachment of secret understanding
It is the feeling within that makes person to miss
Always wish for progress in life with happiness
One of my female friends has lot more to do
She had some thing special to prove true
I compared her to that of 'Cuckoo' bird
As she had nice voice cord to be heard
I still tease her as goldie*
I sharpen attack by add her as an oldie
She is in fact gold mines
Rich in culture and language she clearly defines
Not all people can endure your senseless attack
But she is liberal and lays stress to attach
More on human qualities than anything as personal
This I consider as human asset than with any trouble
She has appetite for occasional poetry
I go on large way with full flow from battery
I don't know how far I may survive in this race
Yet I have lot more to reveal than to hide on face
Lucky people are those who have many or less friends
One should long for large contacts with conceptual trend
It may help to know the mind of people living very far
As we see wide sky with twinkling small stars
I sum up by saying simple word
I miss all and wish to look forward
It may not become possible to meet them in person
But yes we all can feel good with very good reasons
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Hard Hit
I am not hard hit like stone
Even though I prefer to remain alone
I may be lion hearted but coward
Doesn’t see something good beyond
I feel no pain when someone hurts
It matters little when someone reply curt
Why I take it to heart when fully known?
Why to remain sad throughout for reasons unknown?
Even hard stones may be feeling cold and hot
They might have also wished shade or sought
I have left that desire for people concerned
When they chose me as target and guns turned
I bore enough pain and burden
It was quick and all of sudden
All might have though I may go berserk
I will tolerate silently and not speak
I have human feelings with brave heart
I don’t consider it as illusory art
It is time to act in resonance with pulse
It will be futile if one doesn’t act with sense
People enjoy by showing some kind of intolerance
They need people to be humiliated in their presence
More or less it is so with the loving couples
No help comes forward but floods with all kind of troubles
By God’s grace, I am blessed with peace
I show resilience, patience and live at ease
I show no tense feelings on face
Yet I am human being in race
I always desire to be on own feet
I wish people to love me and greet
I don’t want someone to curse with ill thoughts
As I am peace lover and don’t want wrongly to be caught
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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