An uncommon will
I feared the death through assassin’s bullet
I too was aware that people may soon forget
I thought to make my wish open in public
I was strongly in opposition to turn into relic
I wished to be buried under the grave
I am weak but still very brave
What I miss and what I have?
I want to return everything they gave
I was down to earth and remained among them
They praised at every time like gem
How can I forget their love and affection?
They remained calm an d at peace without any reaction
What is my contribution to their cause?
Absolutely nothing except their feeling to rouse
Trim them to face any eventuality in crisis
This was the only reason and basis
I was loved by them as next to incarnation
What was so unique in me for such observation?
As it happens in all the cases, it was just trust
It was to be reciprocated and was essentially must
I am not any dignitary or heavenly placed person
There can be many or unseen reasons
What actually seen was their undisputed affection?
I had nothing to do with my logic or action
Now a days that cares for departed soul?
Many heads parish in oblivion and role
No one takes slight notice or note of it
You must think and take decision when you are fit
I am ordinary human being surrounded by mere facts
I have no special quality or worthwhile tact
It was all alone a single asset and reserve
People thought I was the person to deserve
I never wished my ashes to be immersed in holy rivers
Many had thought it to happen with strong fervor
I wished them all success in life but refused to create even cemetery
Why all big people or dignitaries preferred running commentary?
Many advocated my ashes to be thrown from mid air to ground
Some strong attachment was believed to be found
It was believed that by doing so I shall remain close to soil
The sentiment was running high and continued to boil
I was dead against the cheap gimmick and advocated for simple burial
They had special affection and love and that can’t result into denial
How can one play with the popular sentiments and cash on popular wave
I had everything what any body could dream and have
It shall remain as permanent history
I never wanted it to be shrouded in mystery
What could be traced later on as cherished memory?
When I look back from heaven, I should not feel even slight sorry?
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A simple journey
There was absolutely no movement in his body
He was resting on ground motionless like anybody
It looked as if one simple object was lying?
All thought he was dead or was dieing
These are the saddest moments in the life
It is easy to walk on the edge of knife
But difficult to survive in the real show
All difficulties surround and blow
The dead person might have not thought an early end
He may not have foes but so many friends
It may be his miscalculation that end in any case may not near
He may be living in confidence without any fear
Stories gathered round that he was lavish and lovely
He believed in life to be spent very smoothly
It was his life style that made him very frank
He lived merrily, toasted others and drank
We miss the bus at an appointed hour
The cloak may end clicking and it is over
No one may take notice and prepare for departure
His life waited him in the ground for the rest of future
He may be buried with full honor
He mat well be praised as good donor
What had he earned in his entire stay?
Honorable life with ordinary stay
We only carry the blessings and good will
Memory will not fade away and remain still
Ashes may be washed away by sweeping wind
There won’t be left any remains to find
Leave the foot prints on the sand for time being
The destiny is same for ordinary man or king
People may remember what and how you lived?
It may be your work that may be appreciated and believed
Let dead remain buried under the ground
Little air blow may create lovely sound
Only peace may there and nothing else to be found
What impression do you gather when you go round?
Long lull may prevail when you depart?
It may be beginning of a new start
Who knows what will be the next move?
One has to act fast and ultimately prove
Only good work may be remembered for a long
Nobody may accompany you or come along
You may be all the way certainly right or wrong
Still it may be wrong to create all praises in the songs
It is relentless struggle and may go on
It has to be covered and spent of our own
You may either create for self a big name
Or condemned as a curse or shame
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Body was flown
His body was flown by special plane
People flocked the streets and occupied the lane
Both the sides were full of children and ladies
What a great and honorable death if someone dies!
We observe countless road accident deaths
The vehicle owner or driver faces the people’s wrath
It will be suicidal to remain present on the scene
The irate mob will lynch or create ugly scene not to be seen
The death is such probability that can not be discounted by anyone
It may come at destined time even though may not be liked by someone
It may be highlighted more if life is laid down for noble cause
It has remained always on high note as of now and it was
It was put to us that he had preferred frontal attack
He was fired form all the sides and back
There was no time to signal the warning
He had no option but to open the firing
As the fate would have it and he felled to bullet
But he did not allow enemy to advance or let
He single handedly bore the brunt
Enemy could not get what they wanted from hunt
We had considered him useless when was among us
He was naughty and we did not believe or trust
For going out of village was essential and must
He did not want to live in dishonor or feel to disgust
The person chooses his own carrier
He may prefer to be lover or warrior
He is reminded of responsibility when see in mirror
Even though he might have felt it as grave error
So when the news was spread for her sacrifice
All persons left their place of work or office
They rushed to see the martyr’s body
Even though he was not liked previously by anybody
It is not the person but his work is appreciated
His life time achievement is praised and equated
He might have lived with in his ordinary style
But it was not the occasion to forget it for a while
Anywhere in the world the words are always dedicated
The willingness to go for help is readily indicated
No one may show disrespect to whatever he had done
The past may not be remembered and considered as by gone
I remembered him being frank and honest
He was always blunt in doing at his best
Today once he is no more among
I fear something might have definitely gone wrong
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Lust for her
I used to watch her silently from the corner
I thought she would be certainly falling in love later
It was just my feeling and forced me to think
There was nothing new as I started to dream and wink
I found something unique in her beauty
This might be a grace to few from almighty
At first sight anybody may want to have relation
As beauty is such a fine gift from god to feel elation
When you fall in for real love, certain aspects take back seat
Love and affection reign supreme and take all precautions to beat
Remove any misgivings and bring in new kind of attachment
The sky and stars matter so much just to add fine moment
I was not at all fascinated by her outer beauty
But inter magnetic pull and fine blend of quality
Her gorgeous look and intelligence could attract anyone
Even though I was ordinary but considered as special one
I had not uttered a word to her honor
Yet she picked it correctly and understood for
This was strong enough for me to go after her
And try at any level to woo and earnestly offer
Neither am I poet who can write many things in her praise
Nor a blind person who will follow her and make hasty chase
Yet it is powerful attraction and compels me to make a drive
I felt it is going to prove a big start and means to survive
My love story is not going to be a mere lust for her beautiful body
It is intense feeling for attachment with complete devotion to somebody
I shall like to prove complete her man in days to come
Now only one thing left to be seen is how does she welcome?
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A sense of deep feeling
I had the sense of deep feeling
Had strong urge and of course willing
But from inside something was killing
I could not decide whether it was end or beginning
It is strong human bond that forces for something
You might have got all or desired for everything
Still it needs warmth and special relation
If so then you are kind hearted person with such indication
It is not matter for open discussion
But make sure of it before having any passion
You must give fair trial for its durability
Such relation may only last long if has fine quality
Just pose a question where you are loved person
If so then what are the most probable reasons
Do you love your self than any body else?
Or is it simply infatuation or feelings very false?
There is no fun in rushing for quick result
You draw flake and sometimes insults
There are likely chances of failure
So make it reasonable to feel very sure
The intense feeling and eyes do the rest
You can read it and feel it as best
It has its own merits and demerits
You make sure where does it fit
The love is not a feeling to be prepared in advance
It takes place all of sudden and at once
No one knows when and why it will happen?
It is bound to take place if not desired even
It ahs fair chance of succeeding at any stage
Only it requires coming at the right age
As it is writing of words on new page
It is definitely a delicate and critical phase
One must make it sure that it is blessings
Not a single aspect must go unnoticed or missing
It is beautiful stage and must be felt immensely
It is God gift and must be treated as heavenly
It may have little sex angle or body attachment
But it is deep feeling with glorious moment
Some of the moments run along with mutual consent
But over all impact is understood and felt
I shall consider it as holy union
There is nothing wrong to seek companion
It is after all a strong bond with passion
One is ready for its acceptance and admission
I shall not deny its existence
The whole outlook is changed in its presence
You are stopped from doing something bad
Denial of its role may make you unstable and sad
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Don't Hate Me
Don’t hate me my beloved
I must be forgiven and pardoned
As some of the facts are not known
I can’t make it for others own
Love can’t be made reason to hate
It comes like spring in life very late
Not all the people are lucky or fortunate
Who can understand it properly and relate
I could have been most lucky person
Yes, still I have to hold back for some reasons
I come to the point where return is impossible
If I do so then more and more people will be in trouble
How can I degrade persons who love me honestly?
They have come out in open with feelings and earnestly
I try to follow their wished and respond positively
Alas! I could do it with some soft corner nicely
Unfortunate persons are those die friendless
Have you ever seen their gloomy face?
They may be searching for something unique
Despite so much hostile reception from the critics
I am very sure of friend’s response
They were truly appreciative in sense
I could well judge them and act
But I could not that is real fact
What is there to realize when autumn has fully set?
How can I try for others to know or let?
How can I drag them in my holy crusade?
When I know fully well that it is difficult to forbade
My conscious bites when I think more
I try to go for reasons to explore
I find none and suddenly sadness takes over
Memory too deserts and refuses the cover
I had been near to the death jaw
That is how I experienced it and saw
Nothing seemed to me inevitable as excuse
I though of declining all offers and refuse
This is how you are feeling bad
I myself is in shock state and feel bad
I shall take complete blame on myself
And claim no treasure in sea shelf
So don’t hate my dear as I love more
I always try to come close and explore
But can do nothing for some unknown compulsions
I see no room for its discussions
I have few more months to live
The pain and trauma may end and relieve
As my soul may travel beyond and body remain behind
You may see the reasons and honestly find
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Am I problem
Am I problem for all?
Am I stumbling block or wall?
May I be undesired for all purpose?
What should I think or suppose?
I gave enough thought and pondered
I was not luke warm as they considered
I stood by their side in crtitical stage
I lost prestige but was able to manage
I did it on humanitarian ground
Its parallel can't be found
I did decide to think afresh and make round
The inner though appealed me as very sound
It is not possible to expect same gesture
You can't permanent yardstick and same fixture
It differs from man to man with known reasons
It will vary and also match from person to persons
You try to be good and get the brickbats in return
They are only finding excuses to deliver the blow in turn
It is human tendency to forget the good work by others
The success story always hunts them to think and bother
If you really think or have a determined way
Nothing can deter you or take anything away
They may not respond you positively and act
You will only have bad comments and hostile reaction
It is right if we take all aspects and view
Think of giving back only which is due
His can be realized only by few
Others may take it as something new
It is positive sign to be on good side
Conceptually it's implication can be very wide
You hide the tact wherever it is necessary
Else it may prove otherwise and contrary
No one may like to be called fool
Who will sustain the onslaught and remain cool
It is allegation on personal quality
It will only strengthen its futility
No one should take any one for granted
The help can not be given as and when wanted
Who can have it readily on hand and available
After getting the help many disappear and remain untraceable
It is ungrateful act and must be condemned
We can not over look it and all the time condoned
This creates adverse situation and people try to offend
On the contrary they will suggest us to mend
It is always good to be helpful and kind
We let it pass off without being blind
You must remain alert and face the opposition
This may help you to over come the transition
You can act ungrateful against such move
They may try to look honest and prove
It is their headache and concern
You got to remain on the guard and firm
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Special entity
Nothing to compare with grand mother
As if some angel is living on earth for us to bother
With little sweet in hand and running after children
Falling on ground and again up to chase even
Why has she been glorified?
Her figure in family is very much magnified
House may look ghost mansion
As she is only one in house as symbol of unison
She has before her full garden
Son and in daughter-in -law with many children
Each one trying to get close and shower
The much needed love reserved for fewer
I feel whole world in her lap
I used to sleep sound with her tap
I will slip away from worry land
To go in oblivion known as dream land
Why grandmas and granny's are so popular
Even though their roles are not similar
One is with children by right
Other one has to make it by fight
Children miss both in person
They have close proximity with reasons
Grandma is always there to concede demand
Granny is painted by mother as special brand
There is something special in their eyes
Affection and love is in abundance and flies
What she after all deserve to be counted?
Not abused at all and forcefully hunted
Now we witness total change
They suffer and get ignored with the age
Confined in home and feel as if in the cage
Children and especially close ones shout at them with rage
Many old age homes have come into being
Not all the parents happily sing
They have their horrified tale
Happy here with no worry to pass or fail
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Extreme corner
She held my hand firmly
No expressions but remained calmly
She was deep in thought and looked sadly
She wanted to say something but feared badly
Generally speaking, it is always one sided affair
Ladies suffer more and this one is totally unfair
Pain and agony kill them from inside
They have no means to retain or easily confide
I had spent very memorable moments
I flowed with her but remained silent
She wore deserted look and looked barren
I was experiencing hell in heaven
I tried to read her face between lines
She was unable to keep herself on sideline
She was about to weep with almost broken stage
I tried to console her as understood and correctly guessed
It was not all about my desertion
That was never feared and remained out of question
I am of opinion that relation must remain open and frank
But her cal composure made me to think and I slowly sank
She had never thought of illogical bond
Even though she remained firm and fond
I was from different cast and little inferior
More in age and looked more of senior
She feared backlash and reprisal
The dark clouds indicated their arrival
She sensed of some unforeseen consequences
Even though she was of strong mind with presence
Tears rolled out endlessly in mere silence
I allowed her to deplete sorrows at once
“We ere meant for each other and remain so”
I assured her with firm resolve to forget and forgo
Sometimes sentiments drive us to the extreme corner
Any good or bad things come in life later or sooner
But some lucky people get them as they wanted
And some suffer as they were meant to be suffocated
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Am unable to understand
Unseen should be seen
I am eager and keen
So far where have you been?
You are symbol of queen
I have adored and admired
I feel exhausted and tired
An end of road seems difficult
Despite earnest efforts still no result
I tried o probe your mind
I failed to understand and find
You were there symbol of love and very kind
You were unsure yourself and did rescind
You loved to be seen around
The joy and happiness always found
It perfectly matched and looked sound
It was gaining momentum and held the ground
All of sudden you preferred to disappear
Left me alone to live with agony and to bear
I wished some sweet words from her to hear
She stood all the times to me very dear
That did not happen as miracle
It was difficult moment or cycle
I couldn’t guess or believe
It added to tension but not relieved
It gave me little insight to guess
She appeared very beautiful in dress
She stood as symbol of love and peace
I had no control over feelings to release
It is saddest ever unforgettable moment
I was not in position to comment
The air too stopped its cool movement
I stood motionless to offer any vent
Love is inseparable part of life and must stay
It must rule over heart and have clear say
No one can or must break it for any reason
It is sign of good human and as nice person
I was for sure that it may find suitable answer
Not all may be lucky to enjoy it however
I had no reservation to seek few favor
It was her choice to show discomfort and disfavor
She had preference and own reason to remain in oblivion
It was my turn now to go back seek place in pavilion
The race was over and result was openly known
It was well judged move and decision of her own
The love birds fly together to find new nests to seek refuge
They may lay eggs and allow no one to come near by or refuse
It is strong zeal to stay together for any times to come
Life is to be spent in happiness when they come back home
I don’t want to think about the mystery that how it did take place
I had unbearable pain that no body could take it away or replace
I may have to suffer it whole life with not a single word to utter
I will have to keep it in strong heart wall and the shutter
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Always miss me
You will always miss
My tender love and kiss
The story turned with the twist
It has remained only a mist
I had dreamed of a Little but
It was shrouded by mystery and but
You never came with good proposal
I only waited for your arrival
The dark clouds used to make me awake
The life and everything was at stake
The situation was about to make
It seems unrealistic and now will break
You were self centered
You had deviated and altered
Your original course and back tracked
Your promises proved hollow and faked
I know you might not missed me at all
As you had not responded to call
I had slipped and preferred down fall
You were still a mystery and proved wall
You were clever and very smart
You smashed and broken my heart
I have no reason still to feel being cheated
I have eagerly watched and waited
Will you come and make me happy?
Or will you deceive me like many?
I had full faith and strong desire
You had all the way preferred to admire
I clearly failed to pick
You were hell bent with to beat with stick
It was invisible blow to mind
I was unable to sense and find
Am I not at all so weak?
I feel bad but do not speak
I retain and do not reveal
With heavy heart I prefer to conceal
I wish it to be temporary phase
The fear and agony I want to erase
It is not allowing me to feel at ease
I wait for new energy to release
Let there prevail some change
Let him come straight and manage
I shall welcome him for various reasons
He is so close to my heart as person
I have never tried to find any fault
It was close secret and held in vault
It will not be spoken at any cost
You have remained close to heart and in mind uppermost
I shall not complain or shed the tears
I will simply watch and truthfully bear
The wounds inflicted by you as reward
I shall be anxious and look forward
You are not less than anybody
Still you hold special position as somebody
I found it quite amusing and pleasant
If would be doubled if you had remained present
I shall never be a dejected person
I have understood and followed every season
I know the tide will turn one day
I will feel happy in special way
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A little smile
She will shine
Everything will be fine
Dance together and nice to dine
With small peg of wine
Stroll for a while
To go for an extra mile
It is always a wish
To fight it out but not to finish
Bear little smile
Wait for time at nine
I will be there
To take you anywhere
The clouds don’t thunder
It is unique but no wonder
I think and ponder
What do I find in her?
Is she a real toy?
Lovely means and object to enjoy?
Why do I think so in her terms?
I do think and definitely learn
She may guide me and take me to end
Lovely flowers always sent
I remain calm and always absent
This state of mind she always resent
Is it sign of real belonging?
Was I waiting for it or longing?
Will that day ever come in life?
Is the life rally on edge of knife?
Why do stars and moon always shine?
Is the sky very nice place and look fine?
Do they convey any message for good?
Why do they keep me in fine mood?
I shall hang on for long time
She is the only object prime
I might have wanted her till this day
Let her come and show me the way
She snubs me for slight delay
I am confused and fail to relay
How I wished her happy Sunday?
For me any other day is very good day
Will she remain mine forever?
I wish for it ever and ever
She may not go for it however
I shall follow her and miss her never
She is mere symbol of love
I am creature like dove
I can’t leave peaceful water
She must consent and never falter
I shall continue to swim or sink
I shall never deviate or think
I shall not close eyes and wink
I may peacefully watch her but offer no drink
Let heavenly bodies bless our union
In all coming births I shall seek reunion
It is internal wish and earnest desire
Let people curse me or admire
I can scale highest peak
My body may be slight weak
The result may itself speak
I may venture to her domain and secretly sneak
Come o love and embrace
I shall revolt and face
I may over come and try to face any eventuality
If that serves me fine with my love’s continuity
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You will love, the dead.
A friend I loved
a friend I wanted
a friend I needed
a friend I adored
but she never believed
a friend I respected most
a friend I cared most
a friend I believed most
a friend I trusted most
a friend I wrote to most
she is now the one I ignore most.
a friend I most thought about
a friend I wished for the best.
I will always never know the best
a friend whio turned to be the beast
in all my love like a predator in forest
I was harmless to her like a dove
I wish I could live as brave as a lion
the girl I gave a valentine day to run.
See she is furious on me like eagle.
She is as crue as death, to my life
she is fierce to me as a grave
all I know, if you come back
you hate me, only you will love me
when Iam dead,
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A beautiful song
You must praise your country in songs
It is absolutely right and nothing wrong
Your country should be placed top among
Its honor and prestige may last very long
It generates lots of feeling at heart and mind
It creates enthusiasm and one can be easily find
It bounds people to come together and relish
In natural crisis too it is battle for fight to finish
National sentiments run high in blood and raise patriotism
It gives rise to the feelings of nationalism
Nation can stand together and bear the onslaught
Battles are won if they are vigorously fought
National spirit to sacrifice the life arises out of devotion
To die for nation is the only way and it sets in motion
What a way to die for motherland and emerge as hero?
Country will be reduced to nothingness and almost to zero
Songs have enough power to appeal to the masses
It needs no special coaching or classes
It is emancipation of desired sentiments
That can result into popular movement
We have witnessed how defeat can result into victory?
It is still live and fresh in our memory
Everybody may feel proud and not cut sorry
Nation can survive and remain at peace without any worry
Basically human beings are social animals
They may react lately and wait for catstrophies arrival
It is human weakness and can’t be remedied
It has to be given importance and studied
When there is development or emergence of defeatism?
Nothing can infuse new thoughts or optimism
It is arrival of new spirit in the minds at critical hour
People wake up to the call and die for honor
Who cares and longs for bonded life for ever?
It is never dreamed of and wished forever
The attainment of freedom is top most priority
It has deep impact in its continuity
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A gentle sob
II could not sob gently
It was heavy blow on me recently
The tears were rolling silently
I was loosing peace mentally
Each one in family was so dear
I was pleased with their voice to hear
It will ring bell in the ears
For a moment I would be taken away from the fears
As we are not accustomed to hear the news of death
It may send shiver in spine for laying the wreath
It may cause lot of pain when some one is lying dead just before you
The death is reality and you forget the essence is very true
The dying moments may upset you for simple reason
You were borne and brought up by that dear person
He or she remained close to your heart and chest
The time had come now to offer him permanent rest
What you will miss and remember?
You may be loosing head or senior member
He offered you shelter and brought you up
It may definitely be big storm in tea cup
You were adored and praised very high
How could one see silently the last sigh?
You have all along stood for and certainly sought
Took all possible care for welfare and fought
You might be provided a space in heaven
I continuously think and possibly driven
A thought in mind for your heavenly abode
A rightful place or throne provided by God
You will be buried deep under soil
My emotions may run high and boil
No one can stop that final journey
All members may watch it helplessly in the family
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A love by default
I was dismayed to look at lovely bond
Even birds are making love noise and are very fond
They may be sky bound but come down
To meet and see the family of their own
Is it not natural phenomenon to feel attached?
In real time, eyes roam over and get searched
They find out the most beautiful object
To be liked and absolutely with no chance to reject
To desire of such things is not at all guilt
This is divine feeling and always inbuilt
You will never hate a person
But look forward to him with some solid reasons
Even two staunch enemies meet and embrace
This is beautiful combination to face
Complete hatred is vanished in matter of seconds
What a magic for lovely feelings to end?
I committed a blunder by falling in love
Thought believed strongly that I was not special or above
It was definitely a unique thing to happen
The new era in love history waiting to open
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Noble and Genleman
You are not messiah, messenger or angel
Simple man on earth written in fairy’s tale
I salute to your great work but made never known
You stand as shining star and absolutely well known
People say “you are noble and gentleman”
To them you are simple and ordinary man
I know you do nothing extra ordinary
But remain among them when necessary
You are neither a social worker nor a religious person
Yet loved by them and held in high esteem by various reasons
You gave nothing of any kind that might have benefited them
Still more and more plants were coming out from stem
Why and how such transformation has taken place?
You have no personal interest or any ambition to chase
Why do the people see in you great reformer?
Where as you work little and act as only informer
You remain close their heart and guide on small matters
May be concerning to them as little earners
Still there is strong bond and you convey with sincerity
What can be good for them in terms of good quality?
Some of the people may know everything but disclose little
This may land people in problems and don’t allow to settle
They won’t trust other people who do nothing and misguide
Cheat and deceive when time comes and politely hide
You stood among them as torch bearers
Not serious leader but as respectable teacher
Not recognized from any of the big universities
But simple thinker with noble turn out and niceties
World may not take note of you at large
But you have made place in people’s heart
You may not receive noble prize or any of the reward
Millions of heart may raise their hands as award
Let your statues not come up to be unveiled
Let your work may be forgotten or failed
Still that may be widely recognized when time comes
They may shed tears in recognition and welcome
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To remain close
It is not essential for person to remain closer
This has remained puzzle and direct poser
You may not know a person even if with proximity
It will be your great wisdom and sheer ability
What you try to know of a person?
It will be linked to various reasons
If you have love and affection
You will be very watchful in your action
You have definite angle in mind
You may not try for any other angle to find
You have little anxiety about person’s character
You have fixed all your attention on one factor
I was such person who has not claimed closeness
Yet find his company so enterprising with firmness
He is there at any time with you to take side
There is apparently no link to enlarge or wide
It may give immense love and protection
If you are always ready for action
This will prove you self to be good friend
But will not close the link with abrupt end
This is what generally happens in sweet relation
When more than two people have same indication
It is difficult to go close and maintain liaison
Even though you have right and every reason
If you can watch it from distance
You must show courage and presence
It will prove at right time and place
As you have withdrawn from active race
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Its Not You Its Me
I loved you too much
The fault was entirely my own
You have no guilt to blame
You were only ever yourself
At least that is what I hope
That you did not play me
In some act a role only to deceive
So you may extract my emotion
To what ends that could serve
No forget that paranoid thought
Remember how I thought of you
Beautiful, fair and loving
Similar to others if argued
But to me always special
Perhaps I loved you too much
And you being you were honest
In feeling no feelings for me
I just wished you had said
As much as it would have hurt
I could have stopped loving you
Or at least began the process
Of trying to forget you
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Who says love is........
Who says love is not pure and blind?
It has its features and is of special kind
History is witness that many sacrificed
Remained unwed for year only to be died
Love can’t be so cheap, easy to get or ordinary
Only true heart lover or can be felt by visionary
It has its dynamics that leave tale behind
No parallel in history or anywhere you find
Kings have let pass the kingdoms for return
Nothing could move them from position or concern
Many examples can be sighted for kind noble gesture
They have shed the blood for securing the future
Why one is drawn completely towards nothing?
Is there special effect which makes us something?
No satisfactory answer can be found in this regard
Only personal sacrifice, unhappiness and no reward
You may know fully well what is in store?
Try to reach closer and find many ways or explore
Is it not the God’s gift that makes us to feel?
Stranger may enter the life and try to steal
It is not hypnotism or gravitational pull
You may get lost and suddenly become cool
Act in a manner not generally people will do
It happens in a way and almost nearly true
Love has suffered in a way never before thought
Resistance is overcome and achieved as sought
It has been painful and not without trouble
Now prevails calm as seen in water after bubble
It is not very easy to find simple berth
Battle is long drawn and real in worth
It is unique way of dealing with unknown fears
Still largely overcome without shedding tears
It has got its importance if easily got
Love may loose charm and nearly lost
It has to be preserved with utmost care
One has to be on guard and simply be aware
It has remained fact that centuries have passed
Love has not been recognized and people harassed
All type of tortures and brutalities committed
Love in open has been cause of concern and not permitted
It was there in their times too and will remain so
Nothing can wipe out or at one stroke make it go
It shall strengthen the bonds so deep and sound
Sand may fly off but imprints may be found
What we should respect is love in human being?
Two hearts long for each other for meeting
If we can’t help them to unite and express
It will be human error but try to redress
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Trust
After all I been through with you
I lost
Trust
In people, my family, and myself
I feel so afraid
I can't tell people the truth about anything
I'm hiding in my shell for safety
There are good people you can
Trust
There are people you can't
Trust
People you hang with is who you can
Trust
There are other people not in your group you can't
You share secrets, replied on that person and won't backstab you is people you can
Trust
Eventually they do it without you knowing
Trust
I feel like deep in my heart I lost my
Trust
I hide everything and give simple answers that is not truth
To those people and the one I love
I can't even share what I really think to them
I have the
Trust
In myself to know better
After two days ago I realized I can trust people
I need to give them one more chance
I can be me still and be strong person
Trust
Is what I need to get back in guys too because
I want to date and see what happen
I'm not holding back
I just need to give guys chances
It's right to do and experience
I won't forget, or regret anymore, or cry about it
Trust
Is what I'm trying to get back and I be ok one day
I won't take guy I like for granted or people I like
Trust
poem by Christina Phan
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