Almighty is one
You need not be confused
My existence is never refused
From time to time the question has been raised
Yet the hard core criminals have also praised
You need not think hard
Don't look down but always forward
See above the earth and towards sky
You may never raise the question why?
Why do you remain concerned?
People praise only when they are threatened or cornered
They are ungrateful people
Never know what is called life and struggle
No one gets easy way
Don't think they can easily pass away
They have to suffer here on this earth
Face the pain and anguish at the time of death
Let there remain no doubt
There is nothing to talk about
Each soul on earth owes its existence
To me only as it has been given to them as pure chance
Think about messiahs and emissaries
They have emerged among adversaries
They had their mission to spread the message
Their views, messages are fully inscribed on the pages
People die because of their misdeeds
Their disloyal and aimless life should never be read
They suffer because of their misdoings
Punishment is same for poor and kings
Believe it or not but almighty is one
Its existence can be denied by none
Let there be no doubt in mind
In different form you may always find
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Dry leaf
We are social animal alright
Meant to fool all and fight
Create controversy and question creator
Forget our own existence and try to fool the mentors
As you feel the hungry, you take the food
As you grow in age, you feel nice and good
Human mind may never allow being at rest
Live happily as much as you can and think of best
What has happened to all of us?
Raising the finger of doubt with mistrust?
Are we in position to create human body?
Is it not the work of only almighty?
Let us not fool ourselves and claim ignorance
You are on this beautiful earth merely by chance
Think for a second and leave the doubt
There is nothing much to talk about
We shall remain at his mercy all the times
We may feel powerful at some give point of time
Nevertheless we are pawn in his game
You will never be able to find where from you came
I feel shame about arguments and laugh it out
We have no ability to hold strong with roots
We can be no more within friction of second
As everybody is destined to end
Peace thought and love only come from humble person
If he is wicked then he will escape it with many reasons
If he is arrogant with power then he may boost his image
Only to come down on earth like blank page
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Spend Sometime A Day
Spend some day alone and feel
Sit on river bank and express will
What has brought over you here?
What can be on the other side there?
Look at the rising sun?
Pray sincerely while keeping mum
Concentrate fully by closing eyes
Let the mind not calm down and fly
Think of big question and answer
The reply may definitely be with fewer
It may take you deep in the well
You may find freshness and feel
It is spiritual bonding with eternal faith
You may have any allegiance with belief
You may try to be contended and remain brief
Nobody can take away happiness even by the thief
Try to feel light by confessional attitude
It may raise your level with magnitude
You may feel above some people with clear conscience
As it may have contact with energy and direct compliance
If sun rises daily and sets in time
Think of your stay on earth sometimes
You are subjected to decay
So there is no question of permanent stay
Submit yourself in the services of lord
Concentrate with prayers and look forward
You have guidance and spirit to go ahead
The message is well received and read
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Quick Lived Whims
And here we are...
Concerned that aliens from outer space,
Will someday come to invade our way of life.
As if our barbaric perceptions,
Would be envied by any being who can travel...
Faster than light from distant stars,
Can reach our self centered existence.
We remain fearful of that which has supreme intelligence.
Just like we become suspicious of an independent,
Thought process.
People are programmed to detest a 'smart ass'.
Or someone that is direct.
And yet we take for granted the very Earth we leech on.
Not realizing...
We are being consumed by it.
Not the other way around!
And every aspect of its magnificence...
Allows us to believe what we wish!
With that 'message' missing...
From our need to self indulge those quick lived whims.
That have come to feed the amusement,
Of this living Earth!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sonnet: On After-life
That there's a life after our life on earth
Called After-life - none can deny at all!
Yet, most just care about life after birth,
Life here on earth - after Adam, Eve's fall!
As life on earth is unequal, unfair,
All are accountable to God some day,
When mankind also, 'special earth-ware',
Must get reward/ punishment anyway!
Though After-life is something science can't prove,
Nor can disprove its non-existence too,
Nevertheless, souls from their bodies move,
For answering their success/ Waterloo!
As man is given soul without a slant,
The unseen life is much more important.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 14-07-12
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Earth
why do i have such a
warm affinity to mother earth?
it's because it is so much older
every day of its age can
hold a cell of my body
in the air for all to see
only if i can stretch that far
every of its men if if alive again
can hold hand to hand round
the earth 20,000 times
i am the smallest germ
crawling through the
history of its pages
a trillionth of a second
of its time
if you have a line long as
the equator i cannot fill in
the dot of its existence
an ant running on the wall of
the tallest building in Dubai
and if the the whole existence
of earth is the time you need to
read from A to Z
i am a trillionth of the tiniest nerves
that help you see, think, and
open your mouth, navigate your tongue
in the ocean of registers before
hitting port with the sonal signal A
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Time Will Tell
Ghetto life,
Ghetto pain,
Ghetto dreams;
The vision is still in progress.
Of challenges,
Towns of sorrow;
But life still moves on.
Mission in progress,
Heart of love;
This is the message to the Big People.
Earth, Wind and Fire!
Earth, Roots and Water! !
This is a message to the Small People;
Like, the thirty pieces of gold.
From man to woman,
From woman to baby,
Thirty pieces of silver;
Time will surely tell one day but,
Time is still longer than a rope.
Moving on,
Life is like thirty pieces of bronze;
So, don't let the glasses fool you.
Just one size,
Just one wear,
Just one move,
Just one time,
Just one shot,
Time will surely tellone day.
Ghetto life,
Ghetto people;
Time will tell.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Signs Of God
Look at the sky and explores your deep thought
The Earth is spinning but we will never felt the movement
Existence of the other planets of sort
Revealing other form of life could be in co-existence
So far only Earth is known to be the living planet
Was that strange?
No, it’s not to those who believes in God
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Human life
Why some of things remain as ever?
Beautiful and liked by others forever
Rose doesn't give up its fervor
So is the pride and honor
We as human beings remain and suffer
To see people, their behavior and simple offer
Their warring path and eagerness for peace
Yet goal same to remain and live at ease
Good people always remain calm and quiet
Let the luck be cruel or with uncertain fate
They know for sure that it is all by destiny
Decided and given to us by almighty
Why to leave goodness then for paltry gain?
Cause bitterness and make others to suffer with pain
It is good to have sufferings for confidence
Rather than passing it to others at once
Dark clouds disappear with passing of time
Nothing remains permanent any time
Think of good and deliver the best
This is the crucial time and good test
As days don't change and nights remain?
Why at all we throw goodness in drain?
Wealth, property and kingdoms may vanish
Good name and fame may remain and will not finish
Human life is as such beautiful and lively
We can add sorrow, pain joy and laughter readily
It needs broadness at heart and will power
Clouds are there to watch and happily shower
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Door to door
No one has reached door to door
To the needy, down trodden and poor
With only noble cause in mind
Where else such pious and religious figure to find
Whether femine, draught or natural calamity
She was always guided by spiritual power of almighty
She was ordinary, down to earth but figure of nobility
The poor always blessed her to add feather in her ability
Only one soul could perform the remarkable feat
She was helped by all and could easily capture the heart beats
She greeted with open hands all irrespective of cast or creed
She never asked for anything or had any inkling or greed
We call her mother for devotional duty
She had beautiful divine smile with internal beauty
Sheltered orphans, destitute and homeless
The happiness could easily be seen on their face
It was rare opportunity for her in the services of mankind
She was fully alive to the plight and agony without being blind
She had all the means to remain comfortable and at ease
She preferred to devote whole time with frequency increase
She had only one mission and duty to perform
Stay among them and remain better informed
How easily she could pick the sentiments of helpless persons?
She realized it as life’s mission for fulfillment with various reasons
The world too has opened the doors for all aid
They have poured it without word being said
Charity is such mission where no one may prefer to stay
It is humanitarian effort and no one would wan t to go away
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Heaven Can Wait....(Revised)
Heaven is the place where I want
to be when I am gone but right now...
Heaven can wait!
Heaven can wait...till I can help my sister
who got cancer, my brother who is lost in
life, my nephews and nieces who I can
be of help in terms of good advice and
financial hardships; give a lending hand
to my best friends who made me
who I am now!
Heaven can wait till I am able to
prove myself of what I want to be;
what I can be and achieve my
goals in life; help others
in varied ways in shaping them
for what they want to be with my
my hard-earned wisdom and experience!
Heaven can wait till I believe again in
Creation rather than in Evolution;
believe that there is a GOD than
convincing myself that there is None
or continuously doubt if there is One!
Heaven can wait till I find a church again
that I sincerely believe in that can give me
my last rites; a true messenger of Christ
not only of what he preaches of the Bible
but what kind of life we all should lead and
follow his example.
Heaven can wait till I fully understand
my own existence...do I exist to live or
live to exist; till I am able to comprehend
the mysterious Cycle of Life...birth and
death and the life span in-between.
What if I don’t end up in Heaven,
then I have to find out if there is such a
thing called Hell!
Heaven can wait...till I can assure and
find out for myself that I have a soul from
diehard Theologists so I can get there
or find out from brilliant Scientists that I
will decompose just like the rest of the
animals and just become part of the fertile soil.
Heaven can wait and fill that that space
for people who died because of poor health,
were in great pain and did not enjoy life;
the young ones who died because some
people are heartess; for babies whose lives
are aborted and never given chance to live.
Heaven can wait till I convince myself again
that there is Life after Death and there is
place called Heaven and a place called Hell!
If there is a Heaven...can you please wait;
and if I belong in Hell, God forgive me...
for Heaven's sake!
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Good about world
It is nice to feel good about world
Existence of different people in it s fold
Somewhere hot weather and somewhere cold
Somewhere you find only dust and somewhere pure gold
Natural resources spread over large and scattered area
Less land but surrounded by vast and magnificent seas
Sun to spread across vast areas of land
Spreading the message of love and making them friends
At every twelve miles of land stretch, the language change
Intelligent men travel across and ably try to manage
What a beautiful experience to learn and develop
Best means of developing brotherhood without any stop
This is how we cherish the dream of cultural bonds
We remain eager to learn more and very fond
Who says world is limited and full of adversaries?
And there is no end to sufferings and miseries
We have definitely come closer to both the poles
No divide but combined together as whole
Our ideas and actions match with remote sense
Let handful of people speak different with nonsense
We may overcome with passage of time and place
Know more of values and culture with mixed races
Love and peace may prevail without any doubt
The art of poetry is often less talked about
It can perform miracle and bring people together
People can be taught how to withstand and wither
The impeding danger and later on consequences
It is the real test to live with all in its presence
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Killing Myself....
So many people in my life have died,
they have taken their own lives...we cried.
I stumble around in my mind,
depth...
I'm trying to find.
So many things to be overcame,
no..not me to blame.
To find the depth of what people think,
to let my heart,
sink......
I know that people will suffer if I die,
all I can do is cry.....
but when life is put in my face,
even though...
a disgrace..
I wonder, what would I miss...
years go on,
some...with sweetness.
My life is hard right now..
always putting one foot in front of the other....
I think of my friends that lean on me,
the doubt, the worry....
So instead of going away from the life I dread,
I AM GOING TO PUT ONE FOOT IN FRONT OF THE OTHER....instead!
I hate u...memories that haunt....
go ahead,
you can taught,
I know its my soul you want....
BUT FOR ME...I CAN NEVER HAUNT! ! ! ! !
Although I'm weak right now...
no future...
without no how....
To My Destiny...I bow! ! ! ! ! !
Ignorant people see life as either existence or non-existence, but wise men see it beyond both existence and non-existence to something that transcends them both; this is an observation of the Middle Way.
quote by Lucius Annaeus Seneca
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Strength Of A Lady
You've been through so much trauma
And you still stand strong
You're one of gods better people
Your soul sings a song
Your eyes tell a story
Of the paths you have tread
But you're not as i'd put it
Very easily led
I've just started to notice
How an angel would be
As my heart feels warmer
When you glance over at me
I could never imagine
Having to cope with your pain
Yet you're still living life
Striving for something to gain
You don't give up easy
An i admire that in you
Through you weary eyes
You must see a clear view
When your time on earth is up
There's not a question in mind
Heaven holds a place for you
That is reserved in time
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The different attitude
It has always puzzled me the different attitude
You will find cold shudder even if you express gratitude
I don’t understand the real reason or cause behind
But certainly it exists and needs to be probed and find
Some of the people suffer from inferiority complex
They always remain deep worried and perplexed
It is very hard to touch their sentiments and explain
The necessity to mix with people, understand and remain
I find it hard to understand single female friends
They have many reservations and do not know where to end?
It takes enough of courage to convince the real cause behind
But still the apprehensions persist and stay in mind
One of my friends refused to be friend as I was married
Her contention was that the trend is compromising and not fully carried
I was feeling nervous as what could have been the best reply
I pressed mind box to prepare answer and fully apply
As writer you can not succeed if you have no followers
You should receive favorable report or critical answers
That gives you enough of insight and room to evaluate
The short comings and lacunas to understand and state
“Why should I be your reader friends even” I was questioned
I politely placed my answer but took enough care to be positioned
I realized that she was single and had some misgivings about being alone
She might have been threatened by many to disturb her lone status
I contested her on every point and persuaded to shed the difference
It was not the status that should be bothered but inference
Any wrong drawn conclusion may push one to extreme corner
As I was becoming more and more exposed so cultivated the habit to garner
She had wrong notion that married an unmarried relation is unholy
The burden later on can not be shared equally and falls wholly
On females to prove her integrity and come out clean
I considered some truth but how could it be such mean
Finally she relented on some of grounds to have spoken unfair
It is not the relation alone but attitude should also be reasonably fair
We under estimate the sentiments when talk on sensitive things
It leaves long lasting impression when you are termed as something
I am fortunate enough to have her views changed
It was very difficult to have been managed
She was no doubt intelligent but ill conceived
She was not fully informed or well received
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Gift or Token
Even if life does not smile
We must carry on meanwhile
Life may be cruel, favorable or against
We have obligation to stay here with keen interest
How many people come on earth and vanish?
Who takes pride for life's best finish?
Everybody suffers from one draw back or another
We must look daily afresh and need not bother
What is to be feared from life and death?
It has to be based on your firm belief and faith
You should go on living as normal man
What else in life you want or can?
It is gifted life and is on hire
We must thank god and admire
No one may know what the next moment will be
The soul will become free and may need no permission to flee
As you are given empty stomach to fill
Some labor has to be put on to earn as good will
You may feel very sweet of it if earned through noble means
Rest of the people may suffer and end in no win
Life is always stuffed with either up or down
You may have to put large efforts of your own
Result may remain unknown but surely on your side
As there are tremendous opportunities and world is so wide
Love to live with meager means if not given enough
No doubt life may prove difficult and very tough
Yet we are made of simple clay and can be easily broken
Life must be looked upon as gift or token
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My Beloved
' My beloved, my angle
Sweetest girl on this earth for me.
I love her so much
But she din't gives a chance to me.'
' I din't love her for her beauty or anything
But I love her for manythings.
At the railway station I was thinking that
I got the punishment of loving someone.'
' I did love her so pure
I want to spend my life with her for sure.
I did love, I did respect, I did care
But she din't wants to see my face anywhere.'
' May she gimme a chance one day
Otherwise she will regret some day.
I tried to talk to her manytime
But she has one answer no! every time.'
' At the railway station I was thinking that
I got the punishment of loving someone.
People says that there is another after every train
But there is only one which get u home.'
' The confusion is growing up such as
Child growth after having complain.
I love her so much by my soul
But she say's that is that the all.'
' I do pray for her all the day
I want her smiling face all the day.
May God give her all the happiness
May she understand my love's deepness.'
'My beloved, my angle
Sweetest girl on this earth for me.
I love her so much
But she din't gives a chance to me.'
poem by Mahaveer Kumawat
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Keep moving
Keep triumphing
Go on moving
Halt no where
Always dare
Nice words
To hear and look forward
But is that so easy?
When life is quite hard and busy
The childhood has been just over
I have lost parent's sympathy and cover
As they know what I can do with!
Fully capable of and armed with teeth
My outlook is now fully changed
Front teeth are hardly managed
Soul has barely managed inside
And sour over happenings worldwide
Life is not likely to cut much ice
Even if I prove right and offer promises
Fulfill it with vigor and assert like statesman
Yet I shall remain so as helpless and poor human
What have I to look back and turn for future?
Everything moves as per His wishes for sure
I keep myself fully fit and sing in his praise
So far I have been kept in complete health and raised
I live with pain, agony and lots of fun
Meanwhile I watch the life in turmoil and on run
How whole world is on move with no time to spare
How to mange easy life and prepare for new venture?
Yes, yes, someone apprised me of how to act upon
When fortune turns up and life is not torn!
I have learnt to live with ordinary but imposing style
That shall be continued till last for remaining miles
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Gone very far
Once in million years one prophet is sent
With long wait almighty makes one strong movement
His emissary is sent to propagate love message
His work and messages are remembered through out the ages
Like galaxy of stars they have stayed in the minds of people
Taken all blunts to self and saved people from agony and troubles
How many faiths are there on the surface of earth?
With different culture and followers to provide fresh breath
Somewhere down the lines they have provided rightful means
So much blood was shed and many battles were made to win
Ultimate goal was to bring people under one umbrella or roof
Make them to believe in one faith by proving worth with proof
In recent history of mankind one great soul descended on earth
It took over complete world by surprise with easy breath
She was later on known as mother and proved to be precise
For orphans, destitute and downtrodden she was tall promise
Nothing to self and everything to mankind with symbol of peace
Whole world recognized her dedication and selfless service
Word was charity and action was to wipe off the tears
Children were to be offered all care and no more agony or pain to bear
Such type of kind mother is not among us today
Yet we go on with same mission all the way
World has realized the hidden message form her death
Whole life of selfless service with no attachment to any faith
We must all pay tribute to such peace emissary
Without her we should have failed in delivering necessary
Health care, education and home for homeless
We find the satisfaction on mother's shining face
Many statesmen have born and disappeared
Many god fathers have taken birth and forgotten
Mother may remain in vast sky as shining star
Her dream may realize one day even if she has gone very far
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A sun not to set
You might have reached to the highest peak
Your success may have telling effect and loudly speak
Your may appear in record of world books
Still many may term you lair and crook
It is not the jealousy alone that speaks so low of you
There may be something behind it and very true
They may be closely associated with you through out
They are fully aware of your planning for victory or rout
The golden days does not last for long or forever
Nothing can remain stationery or permanent ever
There should be left no doubt in mind or have confusion
Only wise may have sense to realize through vision
Whoever strikes hard and ride on crest of waves
He may attain everything or prove lucky to have
He has to make best use of all the opportunities
He may find it smooth with its continuities
There may come rise or fall in destined time
You may be in position to retain and score with object prime
There has still to be still reverse counting
It looks definite sure and sounding too
Day may not be far off when you may nose dive
There may be tragic accident even if you perfectly drive
It has its own logic and one has to believe
Worries and tension may add to agony and not relieve
You got to be armed with all preparation
Slight unprepardness may be counted out of question
It may not come to the rescue for possible countdown
Large black clouds are looming over horizons for showdown
Sun has emerged and now ready to set in west,
perfect delivery of light at its best,
Half circle is completed from east,
Time is to go away for more rest,
It is source of energy and sign of continuous activities
All for help to mankind to the best of utilities,
It has movement and doesn’t stop while,
If it does then everything may come to a grinding halt as closed file,
Life should have different style,
Continuous movement with golden shine,
All must appreciate your work acclaim very fine,
No more abuses to be addressed such as pig or swine,
Not all may understand and grasp it well,
Life for them may be living hell,
Always to suffer and nothing to tell,
their faces look hard as if having a swell,
It is not easy to keep smile on face,
You have to maintain it even if lost the race
Anger may be there at heart but always ready to embrace,
preparedness for all the time to face and brace,
Sun may be source of energy and towering strength
It may spread its net on entire globe with vast length;
it must remain as glorious example for us to learn
We may be least bothered but must have some concern
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