An end for creatures
I shall long to live forever
Though no time is left however
We are not immortal and have to depart
Life is lived in equal parts
It is not for us to think differently
There is natural law in force currently
It may knock you in time very gently
You may depart very silently
Think of uncertain things in cycle
One has to under go and perform in circle
We are confined to limited space
Lot many things we have to face
Peaceful end only when you are at ease
All unnecessary activities must cease
Eyes set on final departure
There lay an end for beautiful creture
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Maybe Tomorrow
Maybe tomorrow and I will see, if I have time to ponder on Eternity.
For I have no time to contemplate, that is something that can wait.
I have many things to do today, and I have no time along the way.
Eternity is not important my friend, it’s a long time before the end.
It may be short or it may be long, be prepared you won’t go wrong.
For everyone will go in time, your departure is different than mine.
Some counting on tomorrow, will leave this earth in much sorrow.
While those prepared to depart, will leave earth with a joyful heart.
There are men who can’t conceive, in the afterlife that we believe.
They just can not comprehend, that things continue after they end,
After they end, here on the earth; temporal home of a natural birth.
For after your body ceases to be, the soul continues on for eternity.
In your own heart you can prepare, to meet The Lord up in the air.
There are men who’ll have no part, of letting Christ into their heart.
Even if you’re just not sure, you my friend, will still meet The Lord.
For it is destined for all my friend, to face His Judgment in the end.
As you live your earthly life, what are you doing about Jesus Christ?
When all here is said and done, are you ready to meet God’s Son?
That is when the world shall see, that ahead for all men is Eternity.
But for you to have Eternal Life, today you must accept Jesus Christ.
(Copyright ©10/2005)
A time to adjust
It is known fact that body is subjected to decay
It may have to disappear in clay without any delay
No one may keep it in home for even one day
As it has no soul or life in it to lead the way
It has its stipulated and certain life span
One has to live with it and accordingly plan
It may not warn of its arrival and suddenly strike
One may watch it helplessly with like or dislikes
So it is uncertain whether one may last long to live
It is wholly dependent and got to believe
No one can stay here and choose heavenly course
Till that time comes he may enjoy it here of course
The world has not changed and remained same as before
Nothing new has taken place or come to the fore
It has to be understood plainly with true context
How do we know what is in store next?
Why not to shun the violence and choose peace?
Why not to allow some space to live at ease?
You are not first to realize it or even late
It is certain and can’t be attributed to fate
You are answerable to conduct and conscience
It is certain and not to be admitted in presence
Some of things can be done very easily
Rest of the things can be adjusted and spent happily
To your surprise you may see it happen
The process may not be all of sudden
It may yield surprises some days later
It must be accorded top priority matter
No one may shed tear when you depart
You think seriously and start
At later stage you will be down with humiliation
The conscious may bite and raise many questions
It is silly on our part to carry ill will
You have mind to take revenge and fill
You are well prepared to deliver the blow
There may be no easy calm to flow
One must keep away at certain age
It is right time to come out of the cage
It is time to assess and look back for review
The things may not be denied if it was due
It is not that difficult to adjust
One has right way of thinking and it is must
It has proper time and place
One can think over it and calmly face
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poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Lost in time
I came to time
And found it
A faithful host
Of an imperial breed
Immortal, immutable
Time lived;
Time is to live
Like a passer - by
I board into time
And as such
I depart
I came to time
And found it
Mystic, void;
A fragile weapon
Travelling as light
I heave into time
But not without a strife
Buying up every moment
In time to live
I lived in time; and
Was lost in it
Everyday like a race
I lived
I came to time
And found it not
My faithful host
Ran into a halt, and
My portion;
It will no longer hold
I called,
Yet it tarried
Alas!
Man exited time,
And unto no form
He returned.
Once again;
Man failed to redeem time!
poem by Bolami lawal
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A minute away
I am minutes away from leaving this world
I remain unmoved and don’t develop any cold
It is time bid good bye and prepare for final departure
I remain calm and as usual not very sure
It is final count down and whistle is likely to blow
There won’t be any movement and body may go slow
It will slowly calm down with no sign of life
It has to leave for heavenly abode when it stops to breathe
There is sense of satisfaction on my face
Soon I will be lost and run out of race
Body may be cremated and here won’t be any trace
I shall unite there at my place with His grace
There nothing much to worry as I leave with satisfaction
Everything moved satisfactorily with all my actions
Now time has come and it will be soon over in fraction of seconds
I swim and sink for fresh air as fish in the ponds
The soul may not depart that easily for the want of desire
All relatives gather and all past deeds admire
It is their wish that I should depart without any pain
They pray for it and wish it should not go in vain
How one can see a person who remained so close for a long?
He might have caused damage or done something wrong
Still at the end of the time they wish happy journey
Everybody leaves behind bad memory including money
There remains desire for oasis water
We run all the time for needs to cater
Its futility will be realized at the end of tour
We may be leaving behind dark patches or slur
It is wisdom on the part of individual to rise
Act as honest man and possibly to remain wise
It is to be borne in mind for no regret at the time of demise
It will definitely take over with everybody’s surprise
There won’t be any time left for any regret
You must pass the things or allow letting
What is bound to happen may happen
It will be too late then
I always wished that end must be happy
It must be peaceful and without any worry
No one should be afraid of loosing the body
It may happen sooner or later to everybody
What do we leave behind for youngsters?
Who else will take care of our brothers and sisters?
This is routine matter and may take its own course
You should feel nothing and have any remorse
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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To rise again
It is to rise again, not to end but just to begin
We are in beautiful world to live in
There can not be any end but just the beginning
As it may come and go like little spinning
It may make you nervous
It may look you very dangerous
Yet not let you down in any case
If you stand fast and face
Life is another name for struggle
It is not like passing in jungle
Where there is no restriction
To live here in hostile environment with friction
We can make it lovely and beautiful
Easy to remain with and very joyful
Trouble and problems can be bearable parts
One needs not to end life and depart
It is given a life time chance
It can be had only once
So we can utilize it either with smiling face
Or spend it uselessly after running mad race
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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But A Mist
Our life on earth is but a mist, no matter how long that list,
Of those things in the past, of achievements we amassed,
Or those things we want to do, before time here is through,
For we are simply a vapor here, with that end drawing near.
Years of three score and ten, a time decreed for most men,
With good health, maybe more, no man can be totally sure,
Or one could have a shorter end, to the life they have friend,
Short or long, our life will be, a small blip in light of Eternity.
All the things that we’ve done, are fading like the setting sun,
Maybe, still a memory in our mind, but, they’ll be left behind,
The distant memories in our heart, many gone, as we depart,
From this earth and the past; a time for all that shall not last.
Of the present, we don’t know, how much we have yet to go,
Or what could change friend, to alter present time we spend,
Pursuing all wants and needs, uncertain where a future leads,
And death is as sure as birth, for all one day leave this earth.
All our lists, present or past, apart from God shall never last,
But all done for Christ shall be, transferred over into Eternity,
When life’s mist is over and done; in eternity with God’s Son,
Where these mists will endure, with Jesus Christ forevermore.
(Copyright ©02/2011)
Play all part
Fool is having two wives
Still pathetically he lives
Life may go on with same assigned role
Peace may never be had even if called
Is the life not like circus?
Everything is like mirage and minus
Yet we strive hard to maintain dignity
May be life is another name for continuity
In circus we play all parts
Limited time to play and depart
Yet leave behind the simple fact
Life has to be based on real acts
No one can afford to take it lightly
As some has said it rightly
Life is so uncertain and not in our hand
Everybody must be treated as close or friend
As show nears the end with long applauds
You have mission accomplishment and feel proud
No one may ever think of hazards involved
As life is known to have some facts to revolve around
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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No more grief
It is humane to cry over split milk
Can not afford for cotton still long for silk
Exactly opposite to the God’s will
No happiness and contentment still
No dead can be brought to life
Same can happen with your dearest wife
One departed means once for all
No use of crying over it and wishing for recall
It is nature’s cycle and inevitable
Even though we may be strong and capable
So many things we can do or attain
But the past events are difficult to maintain
Many might have glorious past
The life would have been easy and spent very fast
They might have lived with colorful situation
They would have wished too for its permanent continuation
It is not easy to forget passed events
They might have passed as fast movement
No one can reel back the time
It has gone off and not remained as prime
It should not have any bearing on future
As no one is confident and very much sure
The past can be buried and present can be pushed
Careful planning for future and not to be rushed
The past is hunting you like grave wound
The is not with you or can never be found
It keeps you restless and does not allow you to rest
There will be no use shedding tears and not trying best
As the cloak can not be pushed back
So the time and fortune can not be brought back too
The lesson must be taken from it to go ahead
Certainly the uncertainty must be over and fears must be allayed
It is advised not to worry so much
Things can not be brought back as such
It is thing of past and must be treated
As by gone is by gone and purpose is defeated
It will be futile attempt to live under fallacy
You will be helpless and live under mercy
You must come out of past shock
As the time go on ticking in clock
It is natural to be alert on your part
It is normal way and no body can depart
It you cling to old things and do not forgo
There won’t be any place left to go
So try to be flexible and possibly adjust
It is very much essential and must
One should remain vigilant all the time and be careful
It is going to be very much useful
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Wasted Landing - thoughts from an airport strike
In the hour of our departure O Lord
In our beginning is our end
To depart is to arrive yet not to arrive
at the same hour and place
in some other time zone
and in our departing is our arrival
and to arrive is to depart from where we have not been
and to depart is to arrive at where we will not go
into the departure hall from where we did not depart
into the arrival hall where we did not arrive
and the end of all our departures is our arrival
that we may arrive at where we did not go
and depart from where we have not been.
now and in the hour of our departure O Lord
I Tiresias have foresuffered all
on this self-same divan, or tired banquette
in the departure hall from where we have not gone,
in the arrival hall where we have not arrived,
and all our arrivings are departures
and all our departures are arrivings
departing from where we have not been,
arriving at where we will not go
the sun shines bleakly through the window panes.
into the planes the trim staff come and go,
laundered into skies we cannot breathe.
'All flights are cancelled';
'Sorry Sir, this ticket is not valid for this flight'.
I Icarus have suffered thus
in Greece, in Rhodes, on all connecting flights,
in Delphi where I was not warned,
in Cumae where I could not go.
Passport Control. Do Not Pass This Point.
Too hot the sun of Greece that day,
the sun I shall not see.
'Arrival Delayed'. 'Departure Delayed'
A cold coming we had of it:
the baggage heavy, and the escalator steep,
the information scanty and the children fractious,
and the people. Oh the people.
Cans. Packets. Yesterday's papers from yesterday's travellers.
Sandwiches we have not eaten.
Tread softly for you tread on my icecream.
Now and in the hour of our departure Lord
poem by Michael Shepherd
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It Has Always Been You - Pt1
Part 1
Even as a little child I do now recall
You often would respond to my call.
And whenever I was filled with sorrow
about certain things feared of tomorrow
You would comfort me in some natural way
assuring me there wouldn't be such a day
and then my heart would experience much joy
almost just like acquiring a long expected toy.
Together we would have laughter and fun
like a couple of children playing in the sun.
Though You did reproach me when I was bad
then lovingly forgive me when I'd be so sad.
You would always try and point out to me
the good things around there were to see.
You always were the one I called on when in need
beseeching You as no one else believed me indeed.
You were more or less my constant companion and friend
and together would see things through untill the very end.
Now and then I would go my separate way and depart
but sooner or later I would remember You in my heart.
It seemed somehow, You had a permanent place in there
as if it would be impossible to leave it empty and bare.
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Note: I have divided this poem into several parts as it is too long for the average reader and at the same time to arouse a little curiosity. Needless to say it is also autobiographical. Enjoy!
poem by George Krokos
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It Was Like Magic
You seemed to always be in trouble,
with society, the world we lived in,
and the law wasn't your best friend in the world,
you were trippin' on everything you could,
get your hands on,
but I knew that would change,
change when I meet you for the first time,
when I saw you walking by me on the streets,
and when you smiled at me,
and when I smiled back,
it was almost like magic,
like both of us were supposed to be walking,
that line,
walking the line together,
like lovers do,
we came from different side of the tracks,
you lived there and I lived here,
in a small town where nothing is ever the same,
and you lived in a big city,
where the rockers run wild,
Chorus: It Was Like Magic,
It Was Like Magic,
It Was Like Magic,
you asked me what my deal was,
was I the one that would love her,
was I the guy with a heart of gold,
but surely you do know,
the answers to those questions,
because I'm here with you,
holding your hand and trying,
to make you my own,
but you know when we meet,
we couldn't of been farther apart,
we were splitting at the seems,
because of your notorious self-destruction,
your unwillingness to live,
but lovers go through tough-times,
they go through hatred,
and they struggle with each other,
they struggle with the world they live in,
Chorus: It Was Like Magic,
It Was Like Magic,
It Was Like Magic,
have you ever heard someone tell,
you that you are so beautiful,
that the moon, the sky,
and the stars are jealous,
because of the way you light up the world,
and you must know,
how you light my world,
even when I'm in my darkest hours,
even when I think the world is against,
when it’s so dark and so evil,
I always have the will to go on,
even in my darkest hour,
because I have your love and I have your passion,
and you confidence and you tender lovingness,
Chorus: It Was Like Magic,
It Was Like Magic,
It Was Like Magic,
We may argue and say things,
that we don't really mean,
but being with you it taught me,
what real love is,
it taught me how I really felt about you,
I don't want to live my life,
unless it has you in it,
I don't want to ever live without you,
I want to be with you forever,
I want to grow old with you,
I want to be the man that loves you forever,
what I'm trying to say,
is that I'll love you until the end of time,
until the time comes when I must depart,
I will be here with you forever,
poem by Robert Rumery
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On the eve of the parting
.
This is the time,
that I should leave you.
Since this time,
how long should I grieve?
Time and space
in my case has no base.
I have no faith
that time will redress,
Nor do I have hope
that space will erase.
I curse the time
that has left me barren.
I curse the space
that has left me a moron.
This is the time
that I should cease to live.
18.12.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A Long Time Ago
Sitting here , all alone
Wondering what to do
Life went faster than the time
I had to achieve the things I had in mind
Their disguise , I see with my eyes
Many things I should have realized
A long time ago , long long time ago
Never changing , ever aging
It drags from day to day
I wish that I had found myself
Before it robbed me of the time
Oh no , oh no
I should have realized
A long long time ago
A long time ago
A long time ago
(break)
Seeing things , open doors
People invited me into
Oh they were so good to me
And always helped me on my way
Then I woke from this dream
Known that I should have realized
A long time ago
Long long time ago
Another day , another way
I dont care what people say
No , I realize that theres no other way for me
Suppose Ill just have to live from day to day
Oh no , oh no
I should have realized
A long long time ago
A long time ago
A long time ago
song performed by by Bee Gees
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Fight is no answer
I remind you why
The truth we should face and never shy
Life is to end one day
That is natural way
How can you fight for rented house?
Life is not given for misuse
You need not fight to stay alive
Life is meant to be enjoyed and lived
Why world is falling apart?
We fail to realize it as part
No one can stop you when time comes to depart
To understand and give love is fine art
Fight is no answer
Right doesn’t lie with fewer
You can’t force someone to be with you forever
As truth is keeping you away for ever
You are not simple fool
If know the of remaining cool
Think twice and stay firm
Your views are genuine and firm
Love is never had for asking
It must have full baking
Love for loved and help to deserved
This is simple law an d must be observed
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A last long
One may not last long to live
He is dependent and got to believe
He will be relieved only when is in heavenly course
Till that time he may enjoy it here of course
The world is same as it was this before
Nothing new has emerged or came to the fore
It has to be understood in its true context
What do we know what is in store next?
Why not to shun the violence and offer peace?
Why not to allow little breath to live at ease?
You are not first or going to be late
You must think and evaluate any rate
You are answerable to your own conscience
You don’t have to admit it in anybody’s presence
Some of things can done very easily
Rest of the things can be spent very happily
You see it yourself to happen
The process may not be all of sudden
It may yield fruits some times later
It must have top priority with subject matter
No one may take notice when you depart
There is still time left for very good start
You may be down with unbearable humiliation
You got to leave it behind with proper elevation
It is silly to carry the ill will
You must offer solace and try to fill
You may be able to sustain the blow
There may be long calm and peace to flow
It is not that difficult
You need to forget the insult
Honest try to rebuild the foundation
You may definitely have the support and validation
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Sometimes......
Sometimes a little smile, sometimes a little glare,
is what makes me feel you will always take care,
Sometimes a few words, sometimes a little touch,
is what tells me why do I love you so much.
Sometimes a little silence, sometimes a little kiss,
is what tells me the things I love and dearly miss,
Sometimes a helping hand, sometimes a little tear,
is what assures me, in sadness u will always be near.
Sometime a little walk beside me, when I'm in happiness,
assures me u will walk in front when there is darkness,
sometimes a little prayer, sometimes a little fight,
is what makes our life beautiful each and every night.
Sometimes a little separation, sometimes a little together,
is what assures me our love will last forever.
Sometimes a little fear, sometimes a little lie,
is what tells me u will always love even if I die,
these little things is what brightens up our face,
true love happens only if these things takes place,
in love-these things takes only little time, little heart,
to tell your mine and I'm yours and we will never depart.
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Time 4 Me 2 Grieve
I understand why you had to leave,
my mind blocked out that you had to depart,
I have massive distress in my heart,
my soul states it is time for the tears and fears,
for now it's time to grieve.
I am crippled by the things I normally love to do,
how can I be that comic, dancer, or singer
if I can't hear or see you?
You know I am not good with good-byes,
this is tearing me apart not be able to see that
protective tenderness that shone within your eyes.
If only one time, in person, I could see that radiant smile
that was always on your beautifully loving face,
yes it is embedded in my heart,
unselfishly I close eyes, a clear visual comes into view,
you're not sufferring,
your smiling that precious smile,
your so very happy
you're now reunited with all the hearts you once had to grieve,
because they also had to depart and leave you.
I love you Momma,
forever in my heart from our very start.
Doris Weischedel
Sunrise: July 9 1930
Sunset: July 3 2007
poem by Linda I. Weischedel
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Little things in love
Sometimes a little smile, sometimes a little glare,
is what makes me feel you will always take care,
Sometimes a few words, sometimes a little touch,
is what tells me why do i love you so much.
Sometimes a little silence, sometimes a little kiss,
is what tells me the things i love and dearly miss,
Sometimes a helping hand, sometimes a little tear,
is what assures me, in sadness u will always be near.
Sometime a little walk beside me, when I'm in happiness,
assures me u will walk in front when there is darkness,
Sometimes a little prayer, sometimes a little fight,
is what makes our life beautiful each and every night.
sometimes a little separation, sometimes a little together,
is what assures me our love will last forever.
Sometimes a little fear, sometimes a little lie,
is what tells me u will always love even if i die,
these little things is what brightens up our face,
true love happens only if these things takes place,
in love-these things takes only little time, little heart,
to tell your mine and I'm yours and we we will never depart.
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The Wasted Landing. Thoughts from an airport in disarray.
In the hour of our departure O Lord
In our beginning is our end
To depart is to arrive yet not to arrive
at the same hour and place
in some other time zone
and in our departing is our arrival
and to arrive is to depart from where we have not been
and to depart is to arrive at where we will not go
into the departure hall from where we did not depart
into the arrival hall where we did not arrive
and the end of all our departures is our arrival
that we may arrive at where we did not go
and depart from where we have not been.
now and in the hour of our departure Lord
I Tiresias have foresuffered all
on this self-same divan, or tired banquette
in the departure hall from where we have not departed,
in the arrival hall where we have not arrived,
and all our arrivings are departures
and all our departures are arrivings
departing from where we have not been,
arriving at where we will not go
the sun shines bleakly through the window panes.
into the planes the trim staff come and go,
(they stay at Novotel Michelangelo) ,
laundered into skies we cannot breathe.
'All flights are cancelled';
'Sorry Sir, this ticket is not valid for this flight'.
I Icarus have suffered thus
in Greece, in Rhodes, on all connecting flights,
in Delphi where I was not warned,
in Cumae where I could not go.
Passport Control. Do Not Pass This Point.
Too hot the sun of Greece that day,
the sun I shall not see.
'Arrival Delayed'. 'Flight Cancelled'
A cold coming we had of it:
the baggage heavy, and the escalator steep,
the information scanty and the children fractious,
and the people. Oh the people.
Cans. Packets. Yesterday's papers from yesterday's travellers.
Sandwiches they have not eaten.
Tread softly for you tread on my icecream.
Now and in the hour of our departure Lord
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poem by Michael Shepherd
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Man addresses woman
It starts in my soul
And I lose all control
When I see your face.
It stirs in my soul
And I lose all control
When you see my eyes.
You show your face
For me to see your face.
As I stare at your face
The face gives me no clues.
The time runs out and
The screen is drawn.
I depart with a frown.
You depart with a crown.
08.10.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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