A search for face
II patted on the broad solder of friend
as the music was airing from the band
the air has become thick and lovely
the dance floor is used very freely
It is nice to be a part
in a party to look very smart
many dreams and thoughts at heart
i feel the spring is awaiting start
I tend to look at beautiful faces
they all seem to be in lovely race
all colorful dresses with shining chicks
the last day to come at the end of the week
It is tender age to be looked after
we mix with young people and roar with laughter
it is different world and free from worry
it has no limit and no load to carry
I never went alone in party
though all boys and girls were to be around twenties
it was all fun and and nothing to bother
it was to see only beautiful face and consider
The days is looking to be very long
the heart mind fear it is going wrong
the nights too are spent in eagerness
the next day preparedness to find and trace
No one can blame rising star
though the distance is very far
the coming of an age is always noticed
always full of fun and intentionally enticed
No dirt to wash in holy water
only respect the wishes and needs to cater
still it is herculean task
people often cut joke and repeatedly ask
Let them find lovely place
talk freely and face to face
it will be easy to make firm bond
to develop feelings and really fond
it may not have easy sailing
all the chances may not be availing
it may run into rough weather
no one may want to provide a breather
What is most need at this juncture?
there should be an attempt to find bright future
no one can make them sure
but ready help and guidance must be assured
Why there is sudden spurt in death ratio?
they are just beginner or abnitio
who else will take them to safety?
this will not be done by lord or any deity
it is fine to be in company
everybody may want to accompany
still it is considered as grave hazard by many
it should be made enjoyable and not very funny
I wished it to happen
i dreamed in day time even
i wished too for the day to come near
for the beautiful words to whisper and hear
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A wishful thinking
What I had wished throughout life?
No trouble, nice spending with beautiful wife,
Children to remain very close and playing,
I knelt down before HIM for praying
I wanted the life to be challenging and very hard
I didn’t want to make it substandard
It has its own advantage or disadvantage
It is to be lived and nicely managed
I also didn’t want it to be very hard and tough
I never wished that people should behave very rough
I desired it to be very smooth sailing
To go in for all chances and availing
I want to lead the life with honor
I never wished it to be spent in corner
I should witness easy going,
why should I witness stone throwing?
I have been blessed with all comforts
People love me and maintain good rapports
I seek their approval in all my affairs
We were known as lovely pair
I have made life as easy as possible
So many created hurdles and made it impossible
He stood be my side and lead to happy end,
All had beautiful feelings and messages were also sent,
I have no regrets, no ill feelings or whatsoever of any kind
I have not allowed them to rule and place to find
I continue to seek His blessings with sincere prayers
There is no one to go with arguments or act as buyers
It is individual’s wish to mould the life in a way he wants
People may offer bad comments with clear taunts
It is there way of dealing with innocent and nice persons
I see no logic behind it with enough reasons
They may try to drag in you in unnecessary controversies
They may also pretend to be close friends with their adversaries
It is simple way of fooling and lands them in trouble
There may prevail uneasy calm before rise of bubbles
Life needs to be trimmed as per our wish
It must have full freedom of movement as that of fish
The pond may be very fast with enough of space
There is no hurry to enter into mad race
It is professed in very clear terms
Life can be made easy or hard in turns
It is totally in our hand to make it smooth
There lies no suspicion but only truth
It has to be grand design
We must honestly live to resign
The path may not be easy but rough
Let us not add anything to it and make tough
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Nice to dream
It is nice to have dreams and admire
Must not remain joke and subject to satire
Beautiful heart is meant to beat faster
Seeing upon a beauty must burst in laughter
Yes there may be lovely lady
Who in turn may be ready?
Life may soon prove as boom
There is every possibility and has spacious room
It is not the beauty only to be pursued and find
Nature may also appeal and should be kept in mind
Lot many people may opt for service to motherland
Everyone is alike to them and considered as friend
World is not limited and has larger meaning
Love has its first start and good beginning
It is gift from heaven and we may flow in it
We get spontaneous urge when inspire to greet
The world revolves around good feelings
It is always voluntary and almost willing
It comes from within and with some message
It may happen at any time and with any age
Love to last till the end of the road
Don’t carry so much burden or load
It is matter and thing for self satisfaction
Act and behavior itself is reflection or indication
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Precious gem
I dreamed about precious gems
All kind wealth and some stones from them
But it is difficult task to take on hand
As it can turn out risky in the end
I have lovely and beautiful friends
Known for her smile, nature and helpful trend
She is surrounded by impregnable wall
No one can breach it as it is very high or tall
Love is such nice gift instilled at heart
It is only part that feels beautiful art
Tears dropp or face smile in some events
Roar into laughter, cry and resent
I consider myself as luckiest person
To have such person on my side with reasons
Lovely heart to miss for human losses
Miserable events and struggle for noble causes
I take her as noblest among all
As she has always responded to calls
Rendered invaluable assistance
That might have not come as rare chance
I owe and thank for such beautiful gesture
The world is lovely to live in future
Only we have to gear up for tomorrow
Else time may not be on our side or allow
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Precious gems
I dreamed about precious gems
All kind wealth and some stones from them
But it is difficult task to take on hand
As it can turn out risky in the end
I have lovely and beautiful friends
Known for her smile, nature and helpful trend
She is surrounded by impregnable wall
No one can breach it as it is very high or tall
Love is such nice gift instilled at heart
It is only part that feels beautiful art
Tears dropp or face smile in some events
Roar into laughter, cry and resent
I consider myself as luckiest person
To have such person on my side with reasons
Lovely heart to miss for human losses
Miserable events and struggle for noble causes
I take her as noblest among all
As she has always responded to calls
Rendered invaluable assistance
That might have not come as rare chance
I owe and thank for such beautiful gesture
The world is lovely to live in future
Only we have to gear up for tomorrow
Else time may not be on our side or allow
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Life not together
Life is not what it meant to be
It is difficult to get from it free
Meanwhile you have already become big tree
You can’t escape from the responsibility and flee
As a child you have remained together
Your absence at any time makes family to bother
You feel it as yoke on your neck
All will heave a sigh of relief when you are back
In school you are together with friends
Study may continue with progress and day may end
Game in ground with securing a clear goal
No one has liked it with ending in foul
Youth has knocked the door as if arrival of spring
High ambitions and colorful dreams with songs to sing
Very much liked by all in family with high hopes for future
You are making everybody joyous and making it sure
You have loved and remained together through out
You were carefree and had nothing to think or bother about
One delicate face of innocent was already over
You wanted somebody else to provide you the cover
You have something in heart to take care
You want your dream girl to come from somewhere
Take the legitimate place and rule the kingdom
It is going to be an end of your freedom
So far you have lived and spent together
You had brother, sister father and mother
You never looked beyond four walls
Now you are out to receive sweet calls
Your priority is fully changed
You are out to create place of your own and manage
It is lovely life that is in your mind
You search for beautiful mate and wish to find
The search ends in success
You have it with pride and smiling face
The reality is before you to realize
You may have to act responsibly and be very wise
Only few years have been very lucky for you
You were proving talent and everything was going through
You have whatever you had desired in life
Now you had the companion in the form wife
Life is another name of tragedy and comedy
No one has got any clue or some kind of remedy
It spoils your carrier and spent with lots of worry
Time is approaching soon to feel bed with sorry
Life ways have become wide open and separate
You have no good relation to feel proud and relate
Days seem longer than night and nights too shorter
Your are considered fool and serious talk is leading to laughter
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Never a burden
Life was never a burden
Something may occur all of sudden
We continue despite all that even
Life cart is always to be driven
One may be lost or bogged down
It may be wrong on his part or fault of his own
You reap for what you have sown
The tree may also be same way grown
What do we expect then in coming days?
Wait for something unexpected and stay
Or face the challenge in whichever way
It comes and pushes our destination away
Despite all odds we have to maintain
Balance with way of life to sustain
Relation with nature and people around
New bonds with sweet relation is to be found
In each day there is something new
New hope with beautiful eyes to view
Only some art lovers can find and see
Otherwise it is always there and for free
We find everything very near
In our support without any fear
To take a new leaf and start the carrier
Scale the new heights without any barrier
Let us strive for new thinking
Let our ship never face sinking
It must float on the water to time to come
Daily new passengers in it to greet and welcome
Life shall move with some ups and down
We may wear sometimes lovely crown
But mind first it will be our own efforts
We shall be the one sailing boat to the port
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Am very happy
Internally I was very happy
This was spoken to me by many
Hopefully I looked so cheerful
Everything around me looked so beautiful
It has natural impact on human mind
When they have easy way to feel and find
How nice one feels when treated very kind?
Even nature greets with blowing wind
This comes not as surprise
It was daily taking place with sun rise
It had no tag attached with price
It was really worth to feel very nice
To add feather to cap someone proposed
I had no idea to be thought over or tossed
It was just put forward for acceptance
I was feeling nervous at once
No one had dared so far to have liberty
To come closer and have affinity
I was peace loving and believed in amity
This clearly proved my resolve and ability
I was longing for beautiful company
I dreamed of some one to accompany
I did not ask but certainly wished
But the matter did not end or finished
Such idea was never scoffed at or began
It was mooted all of sudden
I was not caught unaware with surprise
The speculation was on card and gave rise
These are most beautiful days
When some one dreams of beautiful ways
It may take everybody to think again
The matter is mixture of happiness and pain
This is the only delicate phase
When parents continue to think and are not at ease
They have something in mind for total security
They want to settle it before attainment of maturity
It augurs well with fantasy
You may dream many things but it is not easy
The destiny will shape in its own way
Willingly or unwilling it will keep you away
I had tried several times to choose my own course
I had blessings too from everybody of course
But things can not go as per planned way
It will start playing cruel in strange way
Every natural action has got its own reaction
It is equally matched with action
What bothers one most is its take off place?
It may end in not saving the face
The flowers may also fade as day nears to an end
The attitude and look may change with new trend
It is natural law for all to face sunset
There is equal share for everybody to get
It may have happy ending
The rules are applicable and binding
We ignore only what is bad
There won't be any time for feeling sad
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Someone Said
Someone said “she is so beautiful”
Laden with ornaments and looks like moon
No spots on the face and clean surface
Shining cheeks with lovely face
When she opens mouth then nature smiles
If she walks few steps then earth gives a way for while
Complete harmony in air and around the surrounding
Her everything is unique and spells bounding
This is what people comment for a lovable figure
They are fascinated and mesmerized for sure
Few more words in praise and sincere try for good company
This can be dream of thousands and wished by many
But it is not worthwhile to take care for beautiful appearance
It might have been appreciated a lot for having spread fragrance
Yet it is subjected to decay and must be understood
The ground is not yours where you have now presently stood
If broad term is accepted in general
Then it is right welcome for spring’s arrival
It must look beautiful with so many changes
Look, behavior, move all go and move fast with the age
You will be hardly known for your outer show
It may come fast, remain for short while and go
Try to look beautiful from internal heart
If you can do this, then it will be praiseworthy art
It will be acknowledged but may not be told
As beauty is never obtained or sold
It may have fine combination if linked with smile
The tragedy and pain may disappear meanwhile
Accept that you are most beautiful person
You may have no compelling situation or reason
Yet you go out with waving hand
You may reach out to the unknown friends
This is how you win hearts
It may not find good start
The result may be far reaching
The show itself is not less teaching
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A worry for homeless
Why I don’t worry about homeless?
Why do I roam aimlessly and careless?
I have nothng to show on face
You won’t find any regret or trace
I have enough to last long
I hope nothing goes wrong
It shall remain same forever
I have full safety with cover
This is thinking of common man
He is contended with as human
He hasn’t come across the pain and agony
Hw hasn’t seen the horrible plight of many
I would love to be among them
No use to criticize or anything to frame
It is not created by destiny alone
This conclusion is far off gone
What can we think of lessening the plight?
We may start with few from the right?
It may not affect the scenerio even slight
It is to be in context of the light
Can we not provide one homeless a cover?
Can we not provide at least drinking water?
This may certainly be the human gesture
I see at the end a lovely and bright future
You may find the satisfaction of unqiue kind
It is not the quantum provided to a simple blind
It may be generous feeling that is appreciably found
See the result when you happen to make a round
Millions may find smile on the face
There won’t be bitterness among the race
The poor may be called poor always
We need tocome out of doorways
Can we not remove that sorrowful state?
Has that come to them out of fate?
Do they deserve no sympathy and only hate?
Rush if you can to their help without getting late
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I was too....
I was too busy to concentrate on daughter
With her funny ways I used to burst in laughter
Such was her sweet voice and innocent face
I was running behind her with little slow space
Days were riding on with high speed wind
Where was the time to think and find?
She was growing with faster pace
I too was too left out of the race
Alas! I could stop the time with imagination
She was lovely child borne out of good combination
Life was full of joy and she was our only hope
Suddenly I found myself walking on tight rope
It increased my pulse rate as it reminded me of something
She was opening up
as rose and I was ageing
What would be her fate or future in coming days?
What should I do for her to find the easy ways?
Her innocent days were just yesterday’s talk
It was gripping my mind when I used to go for walk
Was it not the genuine concern on part of father?
The thought itself was driving me further and further
She must be parted with very good education
At no stage in life she should feel alone or suffocation
She must have all the training as required
I immediately put my plan in action and enquired
She will come out as brilliant child
Intelligent, wise, beautiful and mild
She must be at heart very generous and kind
No one would think bad of her and mind
Normally what all parents think and do?
Wish that their kids prosper and pass through
Nothing should hamper their growth and future
They should get settled in their life tenure
I was no exception and thought the same
Her young age and maturity all off suddenly came
It left me thinking and in state of panic
It was not matter of joke or place for picnic
The Concern and fear made my nights barren
Change was unexpected and came all of sudden
I used to murmur in sleep and sake up at night’
“Must think and take steps” I thought it right
As wife had left amidst half way of the sea
She was only child of our love of tree
It was my only desire to see her in comforts
I had to concentrate my energy and double the efforts
I am very much sure of her golden days
She is humorous but must find ways
I have high hope in her to top and excel
Life should not contentious and pass well
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In Strange Land
How long will you remain in strange land?
People call it illusory, foreign and dreamland
I am unaware of this slippery world
Develop fear now with feet turning cold
I am unable to make out what you can just be?
Lovely, good looking, white in color or black tree
Lovely moon face or glittering shine on cheeks
I am confused now how to ask for and seek
Beautiful things with apparent show has always fascinated
If I am drawn towards then it must not be co-related
As I am normal human being with all worldly desires
If I seek, what has been just pulsating, must be admired
Oh, those diamond jewelleries on beautiful ears
Necklace on neck with all pomp and show without fears
Simple and elegant walk just to pull a man in charmer’s net
I think all works as magic play simply stare and bet
Female as whole is considered as divine form
We must be conscious of it and remain well informed
At every stage that role is magnificently changed
As an actor we play different roles as orchestrated and managed
At some stage we loose some of our common sense
When she has been seen as beautiful object with nonsense?
Whole concept of glamorization appears before eyes
We go deep into bottom and then all such fancy flies
Most memorable aspect of female is her beautiful face
Then good smile and well intentioned move to invite in race
If those things are coupled with little show off and smart move
There remains nothing to be worth trying to prove
Sometimes I shifted to her face and then to her temperament
She was elegant, beautiful and made smart movement
All these things made me restless and pushed to deep thinking
The stage had nearly come where I was about to go down with sinking
Well, this is nice stage where beautiful heart pulsates
So many faces come on screen, compare and equate
Force him to focus on certain dominant features and compel
Dream of beautiful company and expect it to go well
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To a Friend
I had made promise
To be friendly and nice
As her name stood well for name
I sincerely praised her and never blamed
Today she has her birthday
I wish it to become shining and special day
All relatives and friends may be wishing
I need my silver button to brass with polishing
What would is ay to her?
A bouquet in hand to offer
With wishes of long life
Peaceful and sans strife
Smile costs nothing
It conveys beautifully something
If you can offer little happiness
That may reflect cleverly on your face
I would wish you to be friendly
Never a thought in your mind to reveal sadly
That can be real wish on this very beautiful day
Keep always in mind of never going away
Not eyes, face or language may speak
They may only infuriate and make you weak
Just little gesture may make all that beautiful
Life then would be so lovely and purposeful
I may not like stars and moon
As they may disappear soon
But you may remain for long
Even if sometimes I may go wrong
Let roses not fade away from the scene
As it will be auspicious day to be seen
You may shine in your beautiful dress
A lovely smile to be watched on face
Smile you always bear and make it as habit
Many good things mar revolve around your orbit
You shall remain there as dominating force
I shall look with smiles at you of course
Wish your happiness may never fade
You may have all the way clear to trade
What you may not find always gone year
I shall wish you loudly in your ears
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Simple from distance
Simple from distance
We are happy and married couple
Held hand with trust to face all the troubles
Never to leave bond under any circumstances
As life had made us one by God and not by chance
Life seemed simple from distance
We hoped to sail through at once
Vowed not to mind and look at lapses
There may be many errors with full of misses
I looked at iron ups and down image of grill and understood the message
Life was meant to be a struggle with no smooth passage
Husband and wife was to face formidable challenges
Despite known ups and own in coming age
I held his hand tight and measured length
It was to be long and long horizon of earth
Quite illusive with deceptive appearance
We got to face and live with its presence
We smiled at each other and got on with good started
Life is definitely a big task with beautiful art
Even though heard about it from friends and relatives
We were firm in our stand and very selective
I reassured him from my side and promised
Life was knows to us and never surprised
Some of the things were bound to happen
Whether accepted with smile or pain even
I look forward towards sky and its family
How do they spend their time happily?
If they have romantic life with magic pull
Why can't we make life lovely and beautiful?
We are new to such magnificent start
Now I have become somebody's inseparable part
It must be my Endeavour to be faithful
As is the guiding stone to make it successful
I smile with full satisfaction
As it has added new dimension to the relation
We are only emissary of almighty to prove
That life is given to us to remain steady and move
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You Beautiful One
Oh you with the great smile and beautiful face
In my heart for you there is a special place
So often you have helped for to make my day
And so lovely to see you is all I can say
You are one I always feel happy to meet
So beautiful and without any conceit
I feel very lucky why otherwise pretend
To know and to have you as a mentor and friend
In your mind full of insights great wisdom abound
Your intelligence and knowledge of life is profound
You are the person many do wish to know
And with the passing of time your friends in numbers do grow
So warm and caring and free of any guile
You beautiful one with a beautiful smile.
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Meera
Can my mind ever be free?
Party-girls and party-boys;
Can my hand ever stop writing?
Party-boys and party-girls;
Can my heart ever be free?
Party-girls and party-boys;
Can my words stop your acts?
Party-boys and party-girls;
For there is a better way to live than hate.
You are so sweet on this bed,
You are so hot on this love,
And you are my star and my lover!
Pie, lie, die.
I have kissed a girl and,
I did make love to her;
For she was as sweet as the honeycomb.
This girl i met is callled Meera and,
I am like a nomad on her sweet ocean of love.
I have the ability to live longer on this love and,
She is all that makes the world go round me.
Of her way,
Of her truth,
Of her life,
And of her light;
For her bush is too nice for me to go through.
This love had taken me a very long time to reach,
Like the party-girls and the party-boys;
But, can my mind ever be free? !
For her bush is so nice and clear and,
My love will always reach out to her.
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Think of you
I shall not think of you to miss
Till I finally bid you and wish
It will not be once, twice or thrice
It may remain till its demise
How I feel greatly at heart
I don’t know where from to think or start
I have not done it this before
I continue to think seriously therefore
What appeals me much about you?
What do I get message through?
Do your lovely eyes openly invite?
Arouse the passion and desire to ignite
I may never find answer again
That may not remain as worry or concern
How can I claim to dissociate or remain discern
When it comes to reality and favorable turn
It is not mere smile on your face
It seems beautiful mock trial or race
I run blindly to catch the glimpse
Will you call me an admirer or something else?
What a typical way to show the way?
Make to hold the breathe so no one goes away
It is rare shine in the in the form of ray
I am lost in race as answer may not be or may
What do the half opened lips suggest?
Do they indicate the direction of east or west?
East may suggest rising of bright day
West may suggest doom and push away
Hairs are like heavily charged clouds
Fall on chest to make it typical sound
Assuming shape of many beautiful figures
Safe passage with lovely words and assures
You search an answer from protected box
Your head is not like evil’s home or cunning fox
You may be waiting to reply in affirmative
Whole face appears to be shining and suggestive
You are totally unaware of happenings around
You present yourself as idol standing on ground
What to look and where to define
You are such a class and can be simply fine
I gaze at those black and brown eyes
I have no eagerness to know what and why’s
The answer is known in hidden expression
Yet I have to know its full confession
Simple cross reveal your faith in divinity
It is fine blend of super quality
It shows clear insight and full ability
To steer the course in hard difficulty
Your lovely teeth make it plain fact
You are expressive in your real act
You may come out with me in final show down
I may have all the treasure to be called of my own
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Forgive Me
Forgive me for all my past sins
It was pursued with no aim of any win
It was just a young man’s venture
Without knowing its implications or future
I had proved weak to all the challenges
Failed to materialize support or ably managed
It was colorful life with appetite for all fancy thoughts
Life really seemed unique battle but never fought
I was becoming desperate when at beautiful garden
How many birds were visiting at odd time even?
The flowers were giving long magical spell
There were no enough words to dwell or tell
How can one resist the temptation?
To find all good company in relation
There was nothing to hide as it existed
All joy and fervor wished and insisted
Many lovely birds may move in desired direction
Make strong appeal for union with their action
I too had craze for surrendering to the nature
Everything was available and asking for sure
Forgive me for being bold and little rude
But nothing seemed to me wrong with its prelude
I found myself beautiful figure in mirror despite being nude
I failed to understand why other ideas did not intrude?
It was tender age to mingle with young companions
Form a group and make frequent smooth associations
Life was full of ventures to write with on golden page
Inscribe with own hand what can be best in such young age?
I would love to ask for forgiveness
But it had brought certainly the shine on face
There was clear mad rush and simple drive
Whether one had open mind to accept and believe
After years of long spell I sincerely apologize
Not for all nice acts that led to antagonize
But show of disrespect to elders for not submitting
Landing no ears to their advices or admitting
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A beautiful days end
Yes beautiful days end
with close vicinity of friend
a good day or bad day
he will show us the way
life may still move on
it may lay intact or torn
you may claim it as won
it is heavier than ton
what is sun rise and set?
It may be nice I bet
Take it not by chance
see it through and have a glance
Nothing remains permanent
No one should curse it or lament
It must be enjoyed at proper place
We should always have smiling face
Leave everything not to fate
You will be unfortunate and late
Love all and don't try to hate
Put your views clearly and state
Who may not want lovely company?
Why all are eager to stay and accompany?
What is real secret and eagerness behind?
We must earnestly seek and find
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Hotel California
On a dark desert highway,
Cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas,
Rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance,
I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night
There she stood in the doorway;
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself,
this could be heaven and this could be hell
Then she lit up a candle
And she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor,
I thought I heard them say...
Welcome to the hotel california
Such a lovely place (such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face
Theres plenty of room at the hotel california
Any time of year (any time of year)
You can find us here
Her mind is tiffany-twisted,
She got the mercedes benz.
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys,
That she calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard,
Sweet summer sweat.
Some dance to remember,
Some dance to forget
So I called up the captain,
please bring me my wine
He said,we havent had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine
And still those voices are calling from far away,
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say...
Welcome to the hotel california
Such a lovely place (such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face
Were livin it up at the hotel california.
What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise)
Bring your alibis
Mirrors on the ceiling,
The pink champagne on ice
And she said
we are all just prisoners here of our own device
And in the masters chambers,
They gathered for the feast
The stab it with their steely knives,
But they just cant kill the beast
Last thing I remember,
I was running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before
relax,said the night man,
We are programmed to receive.
And you can checkout any time you like,
But you can never leave!
So welcome to the hotel california
Such a lovely place (such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face
Were living it up at the hotel california
Any time of year (any time of year)
You can find us here
song performed by by Wilson Phillips
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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A turning gold
I fear of being called old
but in fact turning Gold
astute behavior and approach bold
head of the family and very nice hold
Calmness like sea and brightness like sun
family members would love and make fun
my try to win the race with stick walk run
children may point with small barrel gun
'Grandpa, your time is over'
we will give you cover
your inning should not last
as you are aging very fast
Don't leave us behind
where from we will find?
you are our dad's dad and very kind
we touch your feet as you are soft and mild
It turns me old when somethig I hear
“One time handsome may not remain dear”
He is loosing charm and wrinkles developed
Great show on stage is likedly to be floaped
I feel delighted when hear nice words
There is no fun to think of age and look backward
Any one may go for high jump when fully young
Alas! it is beautiful inning but not going to last long
Who can stop the blowing wind?
Who can clip the bird’s wing?
You may go high in the air
The game is considered to be very fair
It is the test of time that you spread the fragrance
The ability and young age is thing of presence
It may stay as long as you think it is in your reach
The birds may come down to find and search
Where do we find peace and shelter?
Where is our final destginy and cover?
Who will accompany us till the end?
The world has to be made as lovely abode and friend
The sun may shine hard and rain may cause the blow
The vigor and strength may develop cracks and go slow
The speed may slower and ri ver may stop the flow
The eys may loose the sight and face its glow
The wrinkles are sign of wisdom
It truly reflects but speaks seldom
Who knows better what can be spoken off?
World may not realize when to cry and laugh
The river water have calmed down and flow silently
The words too are spoken very nicely and gently
You represent serious figure and act as saintly
The advice too comes easily and instantly
One must, in times to come, must grow old
So many may be following you and come in fold
It is not wrinkles but lines on face
That may speak of marathon race
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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