An anxiety is seen
Writers and poets do not grow
They have their own course to follow
They may excel in their own way
They may be close to reality and do not run away
They are like new born or infants
Ideas come and go as quick and very instant
They got to be translated in real terms
They are always treasures as precious gems
They air their views without any pollution
It is their sacred task and resolution
It can set the major upheaval
It is their views and efforts to excel
They have their own fancy as small child
They can not afford o be wild
Thir approach should be dedicated and very mild
Their stand is appreciated and not simply filed
They have reputation and very good fame
They do not run after money or name
For child it may be fun or game
It shall never put him into shame
Some of his work may invite wrath
That may not go away with his death
He may be known for his radical views
He may be forgotten without getting dues
The life is short lived and end like butterfly
He may have discredit and only to feel shy
Still he has high morale to live and enjoy
He has many novel ideas to employ
He may not have standing army or weapon
His words are mightier and reflected in pen
The change is bound to take place and occur
He has to undergo personal losses and to incur
“ life thus moves on “
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Anything in between
I can’t become anything even if I want to
I can’t attempt simply and pass though
It has certain norm and has to be met
Goal and priority should be decided and has to be set
Nothing materializes all of sudden
If you are sure of it then only it is done
You may get the success or fail
All your efforts may help you to sail
I know how to excel as good poet
I have revolutionary ideas but have to keep quiet
I may have strong will power to change the world order
It may some time result into disorder
How do the ideas enter into empty memory?
How do they develop into in to fine poetry?
Words after words may occupy different position
It may result then into fine composition
Can this lead into conflicting views?
Does the poet get its proper dues?
Can this land him into disarray/
Can this also take readers in to his way?
It is difficult to judge and visualize
Nobody can prejudge and lateralize
It may touch the inner core of the heart
It may land into garbage before entering mart
I have no time to think about all this things
It has to be an honest attempt at something
It may not find place today then possibly tomorrow
Some time has to be given to express the sorrow
It may have premature demise
No one can guarantee or promise
At every step it must be revised
Some new ideas to be set in and formula devised
The poets are small vanes of the society
It must pick correct mood and offer in variety
There s no use to present the which is obsolete
It has to be unique an din it self complete
The poets are not emerging in a day or two
They are subjected to litmus test and have to pass through
Not possible that it may find all the time good favor
The quality and product both must have flavor and fervor
If your ideas resonate with rhythm and synchronize
If it can meet the challenge and people too sympathize
It is certainly possible to have all glory and fame
Otherwise one common thing to share is blame
Nothing goes out of tune in the mind
You must have suitable words ready to find
I must altogether touch the reader’s ideology
There has to be common approach without any bogey
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Mood
What can be termed as mood?
Can that be called conducive for good?
Situation may not take you out of wood
You may not even like or prefer food
It is perfect condition to emit ideas
Nothing will be heard even good pleas
Good melody may also fall to deaf ears
Perfection may take longer or even years
Mind may set in and take complete rest
Emergence of constructive but thoughts best
Some times may prove hard or acid test
Right time to strike, write and paste
Don’t attempt when nothing appeals
Thoughts may cross and ideas repeal
Allow normal function with gate closed
Gradual entry with no more ideas forced
It is like child demanding toy
Nothing will convince even if you employ
Good alternatives with submitting to demands
Even if you threaten with severe remands
Childish play with funny acts
Got to know with basic facts
Simply arranging with current scene
Facts to be reflected as never before seen
Poets are whimsical and funny
Care not for any more penny
It is simple presentation of views
May not head to any more clues
It is not magic or creating words
Simple notes and looking too forwards
It may not have head and tales
Poets are many as sea have whales
Poets may create new concept and waves
Beautiful ideas which may produce heroes and braves
It may not be drive powerful wagon
Certainly a sharp and double edged weapon
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Dangerous Thoughts
At one point of time I dangerously thought
Lot many ideas came and bravely fought
None of them were meant to be useful
They were all bound to make me unsuccessful
'Idle mind is devil's workshop' I feel it right
No one should take it casually or light
There is heavy impetus in it and needs study
Whole concept itself is beautiful and praise worthy
'One must end the life' to test the another world
It may be looking beautiful with many features and fold
Such things invade and make mind shaky
Compel us to do the unusual things and make unhappy
Remain among family members when feel such tendency
It should not occur often and at regular frequency
It speaks of defeatist views and helpless stage
It comes in mind when faced by failure or due to age
One should be cautious enough to repeal those views
That can push individual to the advices of few
It is likely that no end solution may ever be found
One may certainly be driven from the reality of ground
Life should not be reduced to boredom
Vacuum should be avoided and felt seldom
There are many ways to keep busy
Life can be made really easy
No one can deny about life and its hollowness
Yet we are here to live with and bravely face
Not all people may be born with silver spoon
One will have to face the hot sun in afternoon
Think of those souls who are short of everything
They are provided with no means or anything
They live the life of useless animal and suffer
We are at least far better and in position to offer
Keep busy all the time and live with pleasure
Life may have ups and down but nothing is sure
You may be on the top of the height at one time
At the bottom very next moment sometimes
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The Work Of A Poet
A poet’s work is a mystery indeed.
It springs from his mind like a fertile seed.
It’s not his place to question its emergence,
But to record and marvel at its resurgence.
Each word, phrase, sentence is predisposed
Like a babe that is born already composed.
It’s mission to convey ideas and messages clear
With style and flair never before existing here.
When a poet views release of his finished piece,
Best enjoy as an observer or emotions increase.
How each work is born, like the child at birth
Is shrouded in mystery as is so much on earth.
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A Poet's Work
A poet's work is a mystery indeed.
It springs from his mind like a fertile seed.
It's not his place to question its emergence,
But to record and marvel at its resurgence.
Each word, phrase, sentence is predisposed
Like a babe that is born already composed.
It's mission to convey ideas and messages clear
With style and flair never before existing here.
When a poet views release of his finished piece,
Best enjoy as an observer or emotions increase.
How each work is born, like the child at birth
Is shrouded in mystery as is so much on earth.
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A goal in sight
One two or go on making it to eight hundred
The poems may go on piling without any end
There is definite goal or aim in sight
You might attain it or would like to continue the fight
'You are good man but bad poet'
I read message which cautioned me not to write
This is not right place for you to reflect the views
I too felt it needed constant reviews
It has become craze among writers
They try to play easy and not prove as good fighters
They may approach readers to view their articles
They also try to limit themselves in small circle
'You read my article and I shall read yours'
This may please each other to have some favors
The quality may limit to one particular leave
The writers may not have good chance to excel
The flaws or drawbacks may not be pointed to him at all
It may be crushed under friendly observation or call
Why at all we need to approach viewers to comment?
Is there no other option to approach them for a moment?
Many comment sarcastically as if they are very good expert
The writer' only crime is request for support
This is not essentially to find any favor at the outset
It is only aimed at getting foot hold to set
Some writers get alienated over the honest remark
They want favorable remarks when try to venture or embark
This is not correct approach as it may not allow their real talents to surface
It may block the creativity and finally they enter in mad race
Any human being may not be pleased with the criticism
It hurts their ego and they take it affront to individualism
The relation has to be kept at one side and profession on other
Both should not be mixed and it should not concern or bother
The writing skill is God's gift and may come out as creation
To some it may prove dine piece and to others only recreation
Everybody has different perception and right to evaluate
The writers weight pro and con and the calculate
It is always nice to find place with some recognition
Your pen may be contributing more with ammunition
They may embark up on new themes and excel
Everything may then move on sound footing to fare well
Let us bear in mind that writing is good skill
They must write original and not try to steal
This may give them real test of poetry
It may prompt them to write new and it may also vary
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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He Knows I'd Love To See Him
I have lived
In the arse of the world
Oh, he knows, he knows
He knows i'd love
To see him happy
(or as close as is allowed)
I've lived
In the arse of the world ...
Oh, he knows, he knows
He knows i'd love
To see him happy
(or as close as possible)
As close as possible
As close as possible
As close as is allowed
Oh ...
My name still conjours up deadly deeds
And a bad taste in the mouth
And the police - they actually know me
They said :
"you're just another person in the world
You're just another fool with radical views
You're just another who has maddening views
You want to turn it on its head
By staying in bed !"
I said : "i know i do"
I said : "i know i do"
I said : "i know i do
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A nice feeling
What makes one to feel great?
Is it glory or achievement of feat?
Does the money matter so much?
How happiness can play part as such?
There are many conclusions which can be drawn
People may feel jealous and their faces may remain frown
They may also wish you to go down
But alas! you may progress and still remain unknown
I feel elated and have reason to feel proud
Creative work always speaks so loud
I have accepted it as simple fact which serves as food
Something to think about and deliver the good
You feel burden when heavily taxed
Evening at home not pleasant when body is relaxed
Solution is in sight but problem looks waxed
Junior get promotion when senior are axed
There was no reason to feel panicky
I was not at all at their mercy
I could afford to remain all the time very busy
Life looked very interesting and easy
I found honorable place
Happy to feel with glow on face
I had so much craze for mad race,
In cards game I had all the three aces
It had made me somewhat arrogant
I used to remain very ignorant
I never considered it useful or important
I was trying for immediate result and very instant
I used to feel frustrated when faced with failure
I was very much assured and feeling secured
The set back was not expected or bound to take place
The hesitation on my part was not easy to replace
I had developed feeling coupled with anger and hate
Why to play so many tricks against fate?
What, if creative work is read little late?
Certainly it is not faked with artificial rate
I wondered and what would happen?
Why not competition is not kept wide and open?
Emerging poets may find their place with dues
Wide horizons is open with broader views
There may be many standing in queue,
Sad and helpless for the opening of new avenues
Sun may shine in their way bright luck,
Relentless march may not prove as sitting duck
You have every reason to feel satisfied
Your success is open and not mystified
Your efforts has made it simplified
It stands there as unique feat and must be glorified
Leave it alone and need not bother
It may show the ways to others
It is bound to happen and take place
You have every reason to rejoice
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A way to feel proud
What makes one to feel great?
Is it glory or achievement of feat?
Does the money matter so much?
How happiness can play part as such?
There are many conclusions which can be drawn
People may feel jealous and their faces may remain frown
They may also wish you to go down
But alas! you may progress and still remain unknown
I feel elated and have reason to feel proud
Creative work always speaks so loud
I have accepted it as simple fact which serves as food
Something to think about and deliver the good
You feel burden when heavily taxed
Evening at home not pleasant when body is relaxed
Solution is in sight but problem looks waxed
Junior get promotion when senior are axed
There was no reason to feel panicky
I was not at all at their mercy
I could afford to remain all the time very busy
Life looked very interesting and easy
I found honorable place
Happy to feel with glow on face
I had so much craze for mad race,
In cards game I had all the three aces
It had made me somewhat arrogant
I used to remain very ignorant
I never considered it useful or important
I was trying for immediate result and very instant
I used to feel frustrated when faced with failure
I was very much assured and feeling secured
The set back was not expected or bound to take place
The hesitation on my part was not easy to replace
I had developed feeling coupled with anger and hate
Why to play so many tricks against fate?
What, if creative work is read little late?
Certainly it is not faked with artificial rate
I wondered and what would happen?
Why not competition is not kept wide and open?
Emerging poets may find their place with dues
Wide horizons is open with broader views
There may be many standing in queue,
Sad and helpless for the opening of new avenues
Sun may shine in their way bright luck,
Relentless march may not prove as sitting duck
You have every reason to feel satisfied
Your success is open and not mystified
Your efforts has made it simplified
It stands there as unique feat and must be glorified
Leave it alone and need not bother
It may show the ways to others
It is bound to happen and take place
You have every reason to rejoice
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Do not cry
No need cry or lament the life
We know it is full of hurdles and strife
We may break, come live and disintegrate
It is not the time to equate or relate
Come of an age and survive
No use to curse and simply live
Even God does not like defeated views
You may have your legitimate dues
Life might have proved little hostile
But that is for short period or meanwhile
It is philosophy of life as nothing stays permanent
We are not here to assess or offer comments
We mince and remix the words for escape route
In all the respect we disregard rules and flout
In all probabilities we express helplessness
In fact we are afraid and do not live in preparedness
It may not offer any solution ready made
It may have all hazards as we find in trade
We got to live with all kinds of set backs
Even though so much may be at risk or at stake
Nothing can silence us if we are determined
No importance can be minimized or undermined
It has to be taken up with all consequences
Rest all may depend on your skill and performances
Let everything rest with dedicated efforts
You can try to anchor ship at ports
Sea can be favorable or turn rough
We can only watch it with last laugh
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Step mother
Is step mother altogether different from real mother?
Every time this question emerges and bothers
Whether real or step mother the vacant place can’t be filled by others
It is woman who has heart to offer as kind feeler or soothers
It is very difficult to offer motherly affection
Hard to swallow bitterness as nothing is left for selection
One has to undergo rapid change and adjust to the situation
To share the grief even if there is real infatuation
You may like and love your own kith and kin
There is no love lost and always wins
You care for love and offer in return
Many things to forgo and many things to learn
Kids need enough care and love from both
you must have allegiance to God even without taking oath
To offer best love and attention at the cost of discredit
Even true love offered may need observation and merit
People will not appreciate good gesture and sacrifice
Motherhood needs recognition and need to suffice
Step mothers are always blamed for nothing
If no good name can be given then at least praise something
What does she get for playing this noble role?
Bad name and discredit for work as whole
Not easy to play role of wife with different approach
Many may meddle in the internal affairs and unnecessarily poke
It is holy task than holier
Many have played the role successfully even earlier
You should be careful and not to be choosey,
Task is not to difficult but not also very easy
It has never been appreciated in past
Apprehensions always persist and doubts cast
Single individual may not live to last it long
Indeed difficult position to be found and appreciated among
Who needs the step mother most?
The children who have dearly lost?
How does husband spend time and at what cost?
What is so important in life and what is must?
Life becomes dull and dry and without any aim
Not a single man will boost happiness or claim
It will be simple word game and all the blames
Whole system will be on fire and flames
Woman bears heavy brunt and finds it difficult
She is at receiving end and has to share the insult
God only knows how she copes with such ordeal?
She is doing tremendous work and makes life real
Lets us pass all the respect which ever is due
We may not know the situation or have any clue
Woman has very big heart with all the kindness and love
We must bow our head and her greatness simply believe
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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An ideas to reflect
There is abolutely nothing in mind
When I sit on key board for new ideas to find
No writing pad, no views and no feed backs
Some ideas just flash in mind and crack
I don’t know what does it represent
They may be lack vision with sharpness absent
But it is beautiful words formation to be sent
It is in harmony with mind set and never to repent
It is not the simple theory or views to inject
It may not find favor and raders may reject
It will me met with some crtical comments
But in fact it is nice to generate such movement
Readers are just mirror and reflect
It might have forced them to delete
Over all it is to be unique idea to select the theme
Wha is object to or what is praised stays as supreme?
How does poet’s talent come on surface?
It need not be lost in mad race
It has become now a open competition
No one looks backward and asks for revision
The ideas are well received and praised
Some times controvery is racked or raised
Generally speaking it is widely recognized
The platform is well received and organized
How does black stone is lying in earth?
The poets are there and ther is not dearth
Some good polishing and some incentive
They can prove spokesperson and real representative
They may prove fit, unfit or can be misfit
They will not dare for mistakes to repeat
They will certainly work for social uplift
There is absolutely no doubt or rift
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Simple imagination
It is simple imagination and lovely try
Nice to feel even if no means to fly
Weak wings yet motives so high
That is the beauty in it with sadness to cry
In practical life it is impossible to attain
Whatever ideas we have and capacity to retain
It may not find favor with close circle
Annoy them and create more trouble
Poetry is only means to express in words
Touch the nerves and look inward
Give simple try for feelings to come out
Tell the world what you are thinking about
It may not only satisfy you
But air the views which you may think very true
Cut across the hard lines and get through
Assuage the feelings and simply woe
You have no restriction to travel and come back
No loss or gain yet so much is at stake
People may know what can be best alternative
If they are really fed up and wanted to be subjective
Wars have been averted in the past
The peace and stability had come at last
People have come closer through the easy medium
The impact will be so large with efforts bare minimum
The artists and performers use fancy and imagination
That is how they build a bond with closer relation
Leave behind a trail of long live friendship
As if the sea is facilitating flotilla of the ships
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Apathy rages unchecked
The time has come for real debate about the power of the state.
to interfere with liberties we have enjoyed for centuries.
Encouraged by our apathy the state moves forward stealthily
towards its long desired goal exerting power and control.
Reducing our right to choose intolerant of other views
The state knows best their constant theme as secretly they plot and scheme
To alter the existing laws and thus gain power to enforce
Further curbs on liberty, stealing power insidiously.
The time has come to call a halt, root out the guilty men at fault.
Strip them of all authority which they obtained dishonestly.
Remind them that the people rule. The government is just a tool
which we employ to do a task, or is that far too much to ask.
I am free born a citizen, a man just like all other men
I do not need a nanny state which has the power to dictate.
to tell me what to eat and drink and try to tell me what to think.
It’s time the people aired their views and stated firmly they refuse
to allow any government to act without their full consent.
Is this a democracy? to me it doesn’t seem to be.
Although you may reject my views while you have the power to choose.
15-Feb-08
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After witch hunt
I don’t go after witch hunt
I have suffered and bore the brunt
Though I succeded in creating the shunt
There was enough of bonding though I was blunt
The thoughts were invading in empty space
The mind was fully occupied with race
There was duality in presenting the face
I was not prepared to go down in any case
I have seen the reasons behind
Anything especially I couldn’t find
It was definitely a tug of war
I was not at all a shining star
I had strong medium to present
All views across the table to represent
Though there was mad rush of conflicting views
It was sometimes drawing critical reviews
The poets are not at all at ease
They eagerly wait for its release
There is tremendous scope for its clash
They appear in mind like flash
It is pure art to put the ideas across
You may sometimes draw the flake or cross
It is pure imagination to have taken real shape
It may get you galore or put restrictions or cap
How it is going to be done is not anybody’s job?
One has to see to it clearly that it is not going to rob
It is traditional thinking coupled with originality
To bring it in new form is real quality
The thought may emerge and fade so soon
Like stars in sky but not seen in noon
The small poets may twinkle on the horizon
They may not restrict to any theory of zones
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Eyes of a child
Eyes of a child
Such gems in stones
Staring you close
Still as blue sky
They don't lie
Their sun is shining
While you are crying
Eyes of a child
Day or night
I got no light
Free as a child
I can be wild
Eyes of a child
Let them go, into the snow
Without your grace
There's a lot more to know
Just glance over their face
It's the eye of a child
Free and wild
Child don't think too much
Ain't no worry as such
Joy driven life they live
Half-a-soul they give
It's the eyes of a child
Free and wild
Save me child
Save me child
Set me free and wild
Eyes of my child
poem by Siddharth Shah
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Where Is The Child?
love is blind,
life is wild,
death is wide,
where is the child?
hatred everywhere,
badness fills the air,
life is so unfair,
where is the child?
no one is funny,
bees make no honey,
everyone is running after money,
where is the child?
hearing no good voice,
there is much noise,
by a freaky gang of boys,
where is the child?
no one is having a good dream,
everyone wants to scream,
there is no more white cream,
where is the child?
purity is gone,
children have no fun,
badness is now in everyone,
where is the child?
there is no more respectable art,
no real love in any heart,
sadness in every part,
where is the child?
where is the child?
where is the child?
poem by Sarah Abu Zeid
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Tolerance.
If you ask me politely
Invariably I will comply
But if you try to compel me
then your demand I will deny.
As I have every right to do
You have your views and I have mine
and they are most unlikely to be
close enough so they combine.
Into a view we both agree
I’m tolerant and you are not
You see my views as heresy.
Which does nor really help a lot.
Some see your views as bigotry
and who am I to disagree.
Wednesday,13 January 2010
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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A Child Should Have A Pet
Every little child should have a pet -
And be responsible for its care and to love,
A dog, a bunny, a parakeet, a pony, a turtle,
Or any other pet not mentioned above.
Sometimes a child views a parent as indifferent
And being overwhelmed each busy day
With their own job and domestic problems -
Having a minimal amount of time for play.
A child is sensitive and curious
And often is anxious to know
that something in the environment
Needs extensive care to live and grow.
So implant in the mind of each child
A determined and a burning wish
For something to love and care for,
Even if it means an aquarium of tropical fish.
Whatever gift you contemplate giving to a child,
Oh parents! Please don't foolishly forget
To make a child's life full and complete -
Encourage a child to own their favorite pet.
poem by Joseph T. Renaldi
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Ideas For Walls
So many things in my head, Ive always had them before
No reason to be upset, theyre just ideas for walls
Now Im standing inside, outside, which is the right side
Im standing, demanding that the nightlife be called the right life
Like putting paint on my feet & walking sideways in rows
My walls could be so complete, complete with patterns of toes
Now Im standing inside, outside, which is the right side
Im standing the left side, right side, which is the right side
Now-ideas
Ideas for walls
Ideas for walls
Ideas for walls
A little m for the mirror, a double u for the wall
To make things perfectly clear, a great big h in the hall
Now Im standing inside, outside, which is the right side
Im standing, demanding that the nightlife be called the right life
Is everybody confused? (no) Im making no sense at all
You want a room with a view you need ideas for walls
Now Im standing inside, outside, which is the right side
Im standing inside, outside, outside, right side
Inside, outside, which is the right side
Now -- ideas
Ideas for walls
Ideas for walls
Ideas for walls
Ideas
Theyre just ideas for walls
Ideas for walls
Ideas for walls
Ideas for walls
Ideas for walls
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