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An honest decision

I had to take honest decision
So far it didn’t take off due to indecision
I should be blamed for this lapse
She was ready to accept me perhaps

She may stare at me all the way
She will not gather the strength and say
Her movements made me think seriously
She will come to see me continuously

I only loved her and told too
It was equally correct and true
I was touching her centre nerve
It was all open to observe

She may utter few words in air
I may not guess it very clear
I could read some worries and fear
How long she may have to endure and bear?

Her eyes may open only half
Neither could I neither cry nor laugh
She desperately needed my company
Without long I had to opt and accompany

I brought her close to the chest
Her face was turned to the west
She couldn’t hide it at her best
I had to make adjustment for the rest

May be this is the crucial test
You can’t afford single minute to waste
It is question of meeting soul and mind
Where one can find such union of its kind?

Females are like “touch me not” plant
No one may prefer such a stage or want
It has to be done nicely with good arrangement
It has to be unbroken and firm commitment

The days may not pass of that easily
If either of them breach oath hastily
The sacred oath should not be violated cunningly
These are special occasions which must be opted for willingly

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A simple no to touch

Females stand for another name called shyness
They are reserved and don't come out with openness
This is precious gift from God and they are truly aligned
No one can think of deserting them and so they stay unaligned

They are often compared to a plant called 'touch me not'
The plant straight way shrink even if you go near and simply touch
Its condition is compared to that of beautiful woman
Little closeness may compel them to run away from man

Thousands of thoughts just come in mind and disappear
Few sweet words from her may remove this fear
We will forget all our pains and try to go near
Both may then vow to see each other, share and bear

This is how the relation develops when they come closer
Shyness may disappear and may prefer for exposure
It may make her stand very clear and also reassure
She may go in for the bond and feel very secure

The nature has put same feeling in plants and women
They act in same way as possibly do the humans
They shy away in anger or happiness with slight pretext
They don't wait for any explanation or go through the text

“Touch me not” open up with first day light
Come to boom when everything is right
They are open to embrace but go down with shame
It is their inherent weakness and we can't blame

They need smooth touch with delicacy
They don't prefer exposure on regular frequency
Females also shut eyes if matters complicate
It is nothing but shyness, and eagerness to indicate

I may mushroom and naturally bloom,
Moment you touch me, my face become gloom,
Even if you close the doors and windows in room,
Face may get reddishness as shyness zoom

'Touch me not' say I won't allow
Not shake hand with words 'hello'
Ladies may hide face in pillow
Never look up by keeping eyes below,

Allow it to happen in natural way
You wait for it until hear the clear say
Respect my feelings and allow me to grow
You need not loose hope as I may come close and show

Female partner or ladies always like safe fold,
Handsome gentleman may look very bold,
Body may burn with disappearance of cold
Soul and body may combine and never feel left out or sold

Ladies may not take lead and start the initiative
They may prefer to remain inactive
This is apparent from their known action
The fears and doubts must go off without any reaction

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Oh, mom please

I was so much attached to my mother
She was kind and no one can be like her
All mothers may be same as to be called
I miss her all the time when recalled

What to speak and what to miss
She will touch the hand and kiss
She will hold the body and embrace
I could see tears on her face

That she will feel enough of joy when we are near
Our safety was her concern and she had unknown fear
She would not tell it in open but disclose sometimes
I used to stare at her in disbelief and see wet eye with tears

I have seen her very closely and observed some good aspects
I have realized how mothers have been always commanding and had great respect
She would not let things pass easily until we told the truth
She would not forces on us for asking any proof

I may sit in her lap and find whole world
She was mild but aggressive and cold
She would blow wild in no time
And come down too any time

I would gaze her in eyes and it will comfort
Being child I had association and good rapport
She would move her fingers in my hair
I would feel gentle breeze from the air

Mom, tell me how you brought me in this world?
How were dad and you tied in not and got in fold?
She would smiling say nothing and hide the face
I would again stare at her face and wait for reply in case

Mom was happy all the time in our company
Our family comprised of not so many
We were few in numbers and enjoyed too much
But she was quite different as such

She would call all of us to sit before her
She will instill confidence and advise us not to bother
“So long she is there” we need not feel insecure
She would say often to make us very sure

I would touch her nerve to no more
I will try to know and explore
About our ancestors and grandmother
She would feel bitterness at reference of others

“I was not preferred only for marriage”
Your dad was black and I had to manage
Grandma was too reserve to accept the fact
She thought We had committed a sinful act

She did not bless us till the last
She remained with her views very steadfast
She was obsessed with creed, color and cast
She saw so much hatred in contrast

I thought for a while and left her alone
It devastated me as if hit by cyclone
Some of the silly things shatter our life
Mother had tolerated enough as wife

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Time Of The Oath

(m - grapow, l - deris)
In a circle of fire
On a cold winter night
I spoke out my desire
Made a promise
I couldnt hide, no!
In a dream
He came along and told me
Your time has come
Your mind belongs to me
Its the time of the oath
The time of the oath
My sweetest memories
Die in the cold
Its the time of the oath
See me couvered
With sadness
And Ill soon wish to die
When the overcoming madness
Is eating up my mind
Here and now
I look back at a good time
No more lie
I slowly say god- bye
Its the time of the oath
The time of the oath
My sweetest memories
Die in the cold
Its the time of the oath

song performed by by Helloween
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A no price tag

Love does not mean infatuation
It is immoral to have its continuation
It has no price tag or valuation
May vary from time and situation

Love is not means to be impressed
Never to desired or pressed
Pulses may send signals
That is indication of spring's arrival

Love is apparent
It can never be indifferent
It can be felt even if you remain as true friend
It may endure more till the end

General expectation is broad smile
Some invitation and company for a while
Exchange of few words and proposal for date
A constant fear in mind for not to reach late

A beautiful face to hunt the mind
Always eager to go near and find
Some kind words and full assurance
The quick nod and clearance at once

This is how it has been viewed
No in depth feeling is reviewed
It is taken for granted as sexual course
It is bound to collapse later on of course

No one may try to budge from their stand
At one stage they may try to get on as friend
The reality may take them very far
There will be pen sky without star

All feeling to vent but no one to hear
Anguish and pain silently to bear
No futility is seen in shedding the tears
The days and weeks may pass with years

The cruel blow may be sustained
The sturdy silence may also be maintained
The deep scar may not go away easily
The rest of the life may not be spend easily

We tend to forget the sanctity of bond
We may be sincere and also be fond
That is not enough to last long
Some other factors may try to prove wrong

The lucky may be those who succeed
It may make them happy with their need
The lady luck might have smiled on both
The happiness was bound to come hence forth

As the time pass on and seasons change
The nature may come up automatically with age
New words may be printed on blank page
There will marked improvement with no stoppage

It is sentimental attachment with no reservation
Anybody can notice it with some reservation
It can never be a trap for bad intention
The message is well read for retention

Love is to be loved and admired
It can never be purchased or hired
It is gospel message for all to follow
Accept it with grace and go little slow

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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And take me....

Walk along and take me to shore
Shower the love and words some more
Is it not the love a heavenly gift?
Why there should be ignorance and complete shift?

I longed number of years for your company?
I expected your warmth and need to accompany
Why there should be distrust even if any?
Love should be the only concern to avoid many

You were not hollow like endless sky
I dreamed a lot and never asked why?
I used to hide the face and felt very shy
It was earnest desire and very good try

I shall hold you till the end
Always ready with flowers and messages to send
Take me on the sea waves to swim across
Let there be no danger of any kind to pose

You take me to ride on your powerful wing
I lean on your solder to whisper and sing
You may hold the sway on my kingdom as king
How to express the joy as lucky most being

I shall be ready to share your sorrow
Do everything at my disposal for better tomorrow
You afford me a chance to with your forever
I shall do whatever is possible however

You are the only one who can taken in refuge
I am not in position to decide or refuse
You may have inclination but with different views
I know only one thing that my love is very much overdue

All beautiful flowers are ready to boom
I have decorated them nicely in room
I don’t know how really spring can blossom
You will be really looking unique and handsome

Unconsciously I was dreaming in day light
I think it is natural and perfectly right
People around may consider it as sheer madness
When I may be seen moving with sadness

I have no reason to feel insecure
You are fully aware and made it sure
It is sufficient to make me feel at home
Hand in hand to enjoy and freely roam

May be this is called heaven on earth
To fulfill the mission is the reason for birth
Why not make it beautiful and of real worth?

I shall not fear from any set back
I too shall my head to Him and sincerely thank
It shunt’s have been possible to find you easily
Though I was unprepared and acted silly

I may not live long but rule for ever
Heart and mind will always act together
It is clear win for two peace loving soul
Clear drive with only goal without any foul

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A what n when

What language has to do?
When eyes speak through
what beauty has to do?
When eyes don’t see it in spirit true

what words have to do to comment?
When it lacks promise and commitment,
what appearance has to do?
When lacks understanding and inner beauty?

What are we here and meant for?
When don’t long for each other,
what do we care for and what aim in life?
When nothing to take care of except wife

what is use of promise if they prove hollow?
When said is undone and quickly forgotten to follow,
what we search and look for when life is moving very slow?
When nothing special in it then what is use of planting seeds to grow,

why all mystery is shrouded in it?
When there is eagerness to meet
No secret in it that I long for you
Would you mind it if it is made through?

You said once you don’t care for outer look
you need a partner and not very good cook
Yes, but certainly there is everything in it,
when you ask for it I shall bring everything to your feet

I believed in frankness and straight talk
It may prove easy and smooth while you walk
Life can’t be taken as simple journey with no commitment
It has to be there with aim and desire for fulfillment

You didn’t make it clear with your firm voice
I considered it as your willingness with choice’
I could read the message in your bright eyes
It was really inviting and no refusal or bye

I still awaited your oral admission
It was desire to go ahead with permission
Why couldn’t it be made smooth without any hitch?
It is after all key to success with hidden switch

It may miss true essence if not given fair trial
There may always be yes no or denial
It may still be worth exploring for final end
If not then whole life we can remain as true friend

Sometimes we are carried away by sentiments
We fail to exchange simple compliments
It lacks firm resolution and commitment
We let slip away the chance to regret or lament

I want it to happen in lovely and beautiful manner
The relation should be tightened with fine spanner
It is in our hands to make it worth and memorable
If it is done then it will be worth commendable

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Words May Be Less

I have longed for your association
Dreamed about long stay with relation
It was you who made me smile
Otherwise it was hell for a while

I can't forget that lovely moment
When almighty had certainly sent
A chance to make strong union with bond
I opted for it and was very much fond

I have longed for your association
Dreamed about long stay with relation
It was you who made me smile
Otherwise it was hell for a while

I can't forget that lovely moment
When almighty had certainly sent
A chance to made strong union and bond
I opted for it and was very much fond

What will I choose if offered?
Never a thought to be differed
He is all for me in future journey
With clear blessings from almighty

Females may always want to settle
In life at later stage to feel well
Not to worry and face no troubles
As life is full of struggle

Some gentle whisper do magic in ears
As if moving on wider horizon with no fears
It is extreme zenith and peak
Where words may be less to speak

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Take,Take,Take

was sitting there in a comfortable chair
And that was all that I needed
Then my friend offered me a drink for us to share
And that was all that I needed
Well, then I felt at ease
But then I'm not too hard to please
I guess you couldn't call me greedy
Then I was shocked to look up
And see rita hayworth there in a place so seedy
She walked into the bar with her long, red, curly hair
And that was all that I needed
And I said to my friend, "good god, we're lucky men just to even see her"
Take, take, take
Take, take, take
Take, take, take
And I could not resist, I just had to get close to her
And that was all that I needed
I walked and loomed around her table for a while
And that was all that I needed
Then I said, "i hate to bug you, ma'am, but can I have your autograph?"
And that was all that I needed
She pressed her lips against a white piece of paper
And that was all that I needed
Then I saw what she wrote, my heart is in my mouth
And that was all that I needed
Then she handed it to me, and I think that she could see
That that was all that I needed
I started to walk away but then I remembered 'hey, I forgot to get a picture'
So I asked her one more time, "could I have another favor?"
That was all that I needed
She was kind and posed with me
Then I knew my friend would see my celebrity meeting
Take, take, take
Take, take, take
Take, take, take
She turned and said to me, "I need to go to sleep,"
And it seemed so mean
It's almost as if she could not appreciate how cool I was being
She said, "good night" and walked away
And I didn't know what to say
I just couldn't believe it
Well, it's just not fair
I want to get a piece of hair
That was all that I needed
Or maybe a kiss on the cheek
I wouldn't wash it for a week
That would be all that I needed
But she didn't even care
That I was even there
What a horrible feeling

song performed by by White Stripes
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So Long For Now

You look so peaceful lying there
With your hands folded upon your chest.
You look like you are sleeping
But you are at eternal rest.
So Long For Now.

Not a hair out of place,
Your make-up nicely done,
A beautiful smile upon your lips -
For now you are with Absalom.
When someone special passes on
It does not mean they are gone,
Though they are no longer with us
Their memory still lives on.
It hurts so much to lose a friend -
Especially one that is trustworthy and kind.
Nan Legge, you were that special friend,
A rare and special find.
Nan Legge, you will always be with me
In spirit and in mind.
You will always have a special place in my heart
Forever until the end of time.
Nan Legge, I will not say 'Good-bye'.
This is not the end.
So I will just say, 'So long...'
Until we meet again.

poem by Jayesh Patel
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A glimpse

a glimpse
the half opened door
some would say
a half closed door
it all depends on the
state of mind you are in
well half closed for pessismist
and half opened for optimist
half opened or half closed door
so long as it is open
and not close
a good exercise for the mind
of a story teller, novelist, a film maker
a glimpse at the half closed door
the mind is thrown open
like the kick you would give
a half opened door
so that you and pet cat could
glide through easily
the stories that start coming out
from a glimpse at the half opened door
agatha's murdered corpse lying behind
a stalker, a ghost in the corridor of the mind
from the glimpse of the half closed door
a million possibilities, ideas pouring forth
half closed door, half opened door
whichever way you may say
it is an opened door
a million stories, ideas, possibilities
knock at the door of my mind
a glimpse of the half closed, half opened door
my half closed half opened eyes
open themselves to my ever curious mind
boundless as the universe

inspired by

A Glimpse
A GLIMPSE, through an interstice caught,
Of a crowd of workmen and drivers in a bar-room, around the stove,
late of a winter night-And I unremark'd seated in a corner;
Of a youth who loves me, and whom I love, silently approaching, and
seating himself near, that he may hold me by the hand;
A long while, amid the noises of coming and going-of drinking and
oath and smutty jest,
There we two, content, happy in being together, speaking little,
perhaps not a word.
Walt Whitman

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Love does not mean

Love does not mean simply a infatuation
though it is not immoral to have its continuation
it has no price tag or can be put for any valuation
it is bound to succeed even in difficult situation

Love does not mean to remain impressed
it can be desired but not pressed
Love Pulse may send clear signals
you may feel the indication of spring's arrival

Love is clearly seen and is apparent
At any given time it can never be different
It can be felt even if you are not friend
It may endure through out life till the end

Generally free smile is expected for a while
some invitation and company is sought meanwhile
Exchange of few words and proposal for dates arrive
Constant fear in mind disappear and you definitely survive

Beautiful face is always in mind
If not then you make desperate bid to find
Some kind words are expected with full assurance
The quick clearance is desired at once

This is how the love has been viewed
Not much in depth has been studied or reviewed
Normally it is taken as sexual course
If so then it is bound to collapse later on of course

No one may try to budge from their stated stand
At one stage they may try to get rid off and stay on as friend
The reality may push them away and take very far
There will be pen sky for them without stars

No feeling to vent but who has time to hear?
Anguish and pain silently to keep in chest and bear
No reason is seen in shedding the tears
It may pass on resulting in the days, weeks and years

The cruel blow will have to be sustained
The sturdy silence may also have to be maintained
The deep scar created by it may not go away easily
The rest of the life may not be spent that easily

We tend to forget the sanctity of bond
we may be sincere and very fond
It is not enough to prove and last long
some other factors may try to prove us wrong

The lucky persons may be those who really succeed
It may make them happy with their utmost need
The lady luck might have smiled on both
The happiness was bound to come hence forth

As the time pass on and season changes
Nature may come up automatically with new age
The branches may be boomed with colored flowers
As the rain God may slowly bless and downpour

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Special Interest

Got a special interest, youre my special interest
Got a special interest, got a special interest in you
I hear youve got some pending legislation
Regarding your romantic situation
And I just want to make my position quite clear
Youve got a constituent here
And youll find before you take one more step
My hobby is to lobby on your doorstep
And that big sack of mail and the telegrams too
Ill give you one guess just who sent them to you
Ive been invested with a sacred mission
To make sure that you make the right decision
Though you may wonder now, in the long run youll see
A valuable ally in me
And if by some misguided sense of duty
You go with someone else instead of choose me
When theyve all let you down, and youre looking for help
Youll find that Ive swung my support somewhere else
No one has to know, when pressures are brought to bear
You can pretend that it was all your idea
And you did it of your own free will
Yes you did it of your own free will

song performed by by Utopia
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Papa you too....part II

I continue to wonder and also enjoy,
Rejoice at home but not others to annoy,
Tease papa always with broad smile
Soon it was to prove deception for while

If myth was reality and ready to explode,
Dark clouds were at horizons ready to invade,
Time has come when spade is to be called spade,
Memory is short and ready to fade,

One fine morning I ventured into garden,
Flowers were in boom and fruits so laden,
Blossom could be seen and was at its peak,
Future was to turn gloom and soon to be bleak,

I heard laugh and murmuring voice,
It was my papa roaming with lady nice,
Was this real papa who used to be so kind?
I was loosing sense with disturbed mind

I held long breath and wept for while,
Papa at home always used to smile,
we may now loose pap by extra mile
in our own home we may live in exile

was mother at fault that she never learnt?
Did she know already and allow finger to be burnt?
I didn't know as what is to be done,
Is that to be called fate which took on us sudden?

I sat restless but not preferred to hate,
Papa used to come home not very late,
There was never a question where I had to rate,
Was that not cruel game played by the fate?

I still do relish and find you papa dear,
You may have been bitter by long many years,
Mom being ugly you couldn't her bear,
Life may be very hard and out of gear,

You may have compelling reasons,
But you never changed with seasons,
You took great care and looked after us well,
Life continued to be difficult and living hell,

Papa I see the reasons behind,
Though it may be new for me to find,
I won't be carried away by heavy wind,
Heart may feel heavy, thoughts full in mind,

Papa I never blame you for simple reason,
you have been always kind and also human,
Had it been fact so and you with other woman?
I too feel as a female and not as simple layman,

had it not been papa you so dear?
We would have lived always with unknown fear,
Would have faced woes and no one could hear,
Could have lost simply with no patience to ears,

So to say papa you are still the best,
At least we could find home as nest,
We continue to rest trying our best,
Days may pass and future will be test,

I never regret your decision precise,
Hold you with high esteem in our premise,
Never I may utter a word even at my demise,
I say this to self and make you promise

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A papa in same boat