As I kissed
On number of occasion I kissed or being kissed
They are special events and I really missed
So many times the friend circle have teased
I almost went down for the fear of being released
I used to touch the dust of holy land
Picking up some dust in both the hands
Rub on the forehead as mark of great respect
It was not belief confined to any particular sect
It had lots of power and feeling behind
Mother’s kiss is unforgettable and very kind
Love to motherland is unparallel and can’t be found
Everything said to her respect seems nice and sound
Parental kiss is full of affection and second to none
It is desired by students, children and everyone
The eyes reflect complete reflection of Calm Ocean
The waves rush to the shore in form all of sudden
What do the friends do when seized with so much joy?
Why not make it fully understandable and enjoy?
It has relevance even on today in all its form
We should be reasonable in its adherence and stay informed
How do I react when wife comes before the eyes?
What are all things happen when I search for it and try?
She has all the showers for me to show on the scene
Kisses may differ in its substance when rally observed and seen
It has so much power in its transmission
It has sincerity when signaled for admission
It may be offered with different dimension
It finds itself in situation which finds good mention
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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On number of occasions
On number of occasion I was kissed by elders
There were cousin brothers and sisters
They will pick me and raise above ground
I was the only object for them to be found
They will call me by pet name
I will feel let down with shame
Even though it was freely used by all
I did not like it and did not answer by that call
Some of the beautiful girls too would come close and tease
They will try to play with me and make me feel at ease
Such family events were organized at good intervals
It was quite fun and amusement on all members’ arrival
I was notorious and give them some worry
I will touch dust and dirt and later on say sorry
They will not mind and rather pick me only to kiss on forehead
I was their favorite as little master and walked before them or ahead
I tried to understand the feeling behind such lovely kisses
I would rub of the cheeks as soon as they would finish
I was forcefully made to surrender to their wishes
They would then turn their attention to the sweet dishes
Such powerful gathering can be found only in family occasions
All are cordially invited to be the part of the memorable functions
It could be marriage anniversary, birth day or some wedding
It will be with great fun fare and in mood of completely celebrating
In this atmosphere I missed mother’s kisses and affection
She had altogether different approach with mild action
She will pick and take me among the relatives
I will enjoy later on and mix among all with love
It was not because she was mother hence I missed
It was different approach and way that she kissed
She had nothing to show her love to anybody
It was for all to see and judge as I was not somebody
Small kids are always centre of attraction
They are liked for their way of talking and manner less action
I was small kid in comparison with all
I was getting attention as they will push me for fall
Mother would watch me from the distance
She will always keep me before her eyes or presence
She will take full care to see that I am not harmed by anybody
She will often ask and indicate to daddy
As I was always loved by family and relatives
I too paid full respect later as they deserved
They had high hope in me for their future
I was too little to understand that time for sure
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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kiss.....kiss
The kiss was two hearts in the warmth.
The kiss was two hearts enjoyed each other.
The kiss was fate in the love.
The kiss was love fire.
The kiss completed the life.
You kissed because of the love.
I kissed because of the longing.
The kiss was two speaking hearts mutually.
Kiss....please I'want to kissed.
The kiss planed the love in the love.
The kiss described all the colours of the rainbow in the heart.
The kiss maintained loyalty.
The kiss escaped from the sadness.
The kiss was the friend in solitude.
The kiss was to introduce us in the belief.
The kiss mixed all the feelings.
The kiss decorated the world.
Did you want to feel the kiss to be perfect?
The perfect kiss must with the love.
The perfect kiss must with the sincerity.
The perfect kiss must with the wish.
The perfect kiss must despise the belief on the love.
The perfect kiss must with the prayer.
The perfect kiss God bless you.
A Special Little Kiss.
Kiss me now kiss me then
Your lips so soft I need you again
Kiss so special, so perfect so right
Eyes engage for an endless night
Kiss so soft kiss so sweet
Behind your kiss a hidden treat
Kiss so special kiss sureal
No kiss from the past has this feel
Kiss so good kiss so great,
Kisses from you almost seem like fate,
A Kiss from me a kiss to you,
kisses from you are always so true,
Kisses a plenty kisses a few,
This kiss this feeling I never knew,
A kiss from you needs me to make two,
I'd rather have few,
than to loose my chance with you
poem by Jordan Moore
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A Kiss Without Commitment
A kiss without commitment's
Like a flower without the rain
It only leads to pain
And it fills my heart with emptiness
Your touch without commitment's
Like a calm before the storm
The tears are starting to form in my eyes
When I kissed you I was curious
The child that I was
I never realised I would love you so
And in the magic of the moment
I was swept to the side
And I saw your heart
So small and tender
Physical is fine
But I cannot avoid the pain
I'm like an express train
As I surge towards the mountains
I am certain as I'm livin'
I cannot do this again
We're much too greater friends
To play games
When I kissed you it was
Everything I dreamed it would be
But I never dreamed it would mean so much to me
And our friendship is too valuable to carelessly lose
So today I choose
To really love you
Jessica your heart is
Like a newly budding rose
Expanding as she grows
Your petals have been bruised
But you have so much love to give
And it's so beautiful to see
You're beautiful to me, my friend
And when I kissed you
I believed it wouldn't get in the way
I want to stay your friend and have it fine
And I'm hoping that our God can make great things of our lives
His love survives
The greatest struggles
Jessica your gate is open, nothing in your way
A friend you'll always stay to me
Whatever else we're gonna be
A friend
You'll always stay to me
song performed by by Daniel Bedingfield
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A kiss without commitments like a flower without the rain
It only leads to pain
It fills my heart with emptiness
Your touch without commitments like the calm before the storm
The tears that start to form in my eyes
And when I kissed you I was curious
The child that I was
I never realised I would love your soul
And in the magic of the moment I was swept to the side
And I saw your heart
So small and tender
The physical is fine but I can not avoid the pain
Im like an express train
As I surge towards the mountain
I am certain as Im living I can not do this again
Were much too greater friends to play games
And when I kissed you it was everything I dreamed it would be
But I never dreamed it would mean so much to me
And our friendship is too valuable to carelessly lose
So today I chose
To really love you
Jessica your heart is like a newly budding rose
Expanding as she grows
Your petals have been bruised but you have
So much love to give and its so beautiful to see
Your beautiful to me, my friend
And when I kissed you I believed it wouldnt get in the way
I want to stay your friend and have you mine
And Im hoping that our God can make great things of our lives
His love survives the greatest struggles
Jessica your cage is open
Nothing in your way
A friend youll always stay to me
What ever else were going to be
A friend youll always stay to me
song performed by by Daniel Bedingfield
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One tru Kiss
Some say a kiss is jus a kiss & at times maybe its tru but wen yu kissed her did yu mean tu make her fall for yu? A KISS isn't a KISS unless it makes the time qo slow, the power of that kiss shuld make her world qlow; a KISS isn't a KISS if yu'r jus doinn it for fun, but yu kno yu kissed her rite if its her HEART that yu'v won; a kiss is MORE than jus 4 lipz lockedd tuqether but more like mother nature & how it chanqe the weather! A KISS is like a key tu someone's heart so don't kiss unless yu mean it or else yu 2 will fall apart
poem by Classy Boomdata
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Ocean kissed The Sky
Like the Ocean kissed The Sky
At the most beautiful place under the sun,
For true love is so hard to find
but we just keep searching
for our soul can be complete
It's in that lovely special place
of bluest of blues which are both under
the sun that gives you so much beauty
It's where the ocean and sky
never ends kissed by the sun over and
over a again.
Our hearts come together to
kiss like the ocean kissed the sky
for our hearts are like two large waves
falling on one another over and over
again.
As i swim and you fly
we will meet at
where the ocean kissed the sky
poem by Randy Hogan
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Kiss It Away
There´s a shadow on the sun I see it risin´
Kiss it away, Kiss it away
And there´s hurt down deep inside that I been hidin´
Kiss it away, Kiss it away
All the hard times we been through
We´d never mind them
We´d kiss ´em away, we´d just kiss ´em away
But now I´m lookin for the good times and I can´t find them
Guess we kissed them away, Must have kissed them away
Kiss away I keep thinkin´ the sun will shine once more
I´m never ready for the sudden rain
Don´t tell me I´m wrong, ´cause I been told
I feel so wet and cold
Come my pain
You keep hopin´ things´ll change and I keep tryin´
One of these days, maybe one of these days
But there´s a coldness in the air like somethin´ dyin'
Kiss it away, Come and kiss it away
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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The Memory Of The Kiss! ! !
This was the memory.
The memory kissed had played with the heart.
The memory kissed through fast the heartbeat.
The memory kissed made thoughts simply played with the feeling.
The kiss was the feeling of coming tempted promised heaven.
The feeling kiss appreciated each other.
The feeling kiss loved each other.
The feeling kiss gave each other.
It was the kiss through perfection.
The memory kissed had brought the wound.
The memory kissed came with yearning.
The memory kissed flirted.
A kiss not only played with the lips.
Because the kiss was destiny.
Because the kiss was to fill up the world was full of the colour.
This the kiss was the nature song.
This the kiss accompanied the prayer.
This the kiss accompanied the love.
And more significant the kiss always brought yearning.
The memory of the kiss had felt.
Shared the love shared yearning.
The memory kissed still was felt on the perfect lips through perfection.
Kissed By An Angel
Kissed an angel
Have you kissed an angel?
Have you felt the beauty of their skin?
Have you held them in your arms?
Have you?
I did
I felt the radiance of her body
The tenderness of her heart
Though I may never
Fully understand it
The strength she gave me
The love I found
To be kissed by an angel
Chains broken
Life free
Love unseen
Hate not heard
I will not be silent anymore
I will be heard
I will be understood
Neglect isn’t an option
Hate isn’t legal
Love is desired
Beauty is seen
Gods love found
The world no
Longer praised
I am sound
Kissed by an angel
Love was discovered
Hate destroyed
Chains broken
Love spoken
Words found
Beauty sounds
My lord renowned
I sing a song
Will you sing along?
Kissed by an angel
Kiss me again
The love you create
I will generate
To words of
Love
Kiss me oh
Angel
Kiss me now
For I am found
Kiss me oh angel
Oh kiss me again
For you I shall defend
Love unseen
Words well cleaned
Love unspoken
But to often
Written
I want to love you oh angel
Kiss me again.
poem by Cody Byrne
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KISS ME DEAR part 2! ! !
KISS ME DEAR, KISS ME WITH YOUR LOVE FATE*
KISS ME DEAR, KISS ME WITH YOUR FAVOURITE FATE*
KISS ME DEAR, KISS ME WITH YOUR HEART FATE*
KISS ME DEAR, KISS ME WITH OUR LOVE FATE*
I'KISS YOU DEAR, I'KISS YOU BECAUSE I'LOVE YOU*
I'KISS YOU DEAR, I'KISS YOU BECAUSE I'WANTED YOU*
I'KISS YOU DEAR, I'KISS YOU BECAUSE YOU THE LIFE IN MY LIFE*
I'KISS YOU DEAR, I'KISS YOU BECAUSE YOU MY HEARTBEAT*
KISS BY ME, YOU KISSED ME IN ONE LOVE*
KISS BY ME, YOU KISSED ME IN ONE LOYALTY*
KISS BY ME, YOU KISSED ME IN ONE YEARNING*
KISS BY ME, YOU KISSED ME IN ONE WARMTH*
KISS ME DEAR, KISS ME WITH EXPRESSION*
KISS ME DEAR, KISS ME WITH PERFECTION*
KISS ME DEAR, KISS ME WITH ADMIRE*
KISS ME DEAR, KISS ME WITH AFFECTION*
KISS ME DEAR, KISS ME WITH YOUR AIM*
YOUR KISS WAS THE AFFECTION EXPRESSION AND NEVER WAS FINISHED FOR ONLY ONE KISS*
The Power
A wave of power rushes past you on a windy day
waving your hair into disarray and tingling your skin
A formless power makes you comfortable in the biting cold
the same power fills you in agony, pain and suffering
when you go straight to possess the heart of that comfortable power
and it is the same power which falls out of the clouds in little drops
and each of these are a single form of power
for the power is in the air
and the power is in the fire and the power is in the water.
A beam of power ricochets into your eyes from something
and you are illuminated with the beauty of the complete world
you see the ugly, you see the amazing, you see the violent,
and you see every solid and pattern
you see darkness behind an object in the form of it
lying in the ground or right beside your arm
and even in the darkness, there are objects and things
which has a power that enables you a touch of it.
All for the reason that the power is in the objects,
and the power is in the light and even the darkness and shadows.
A form of the same power enables you,
to know the presence of your woman near you
the same form of power gives you, the knowledge
of the proximity of your best food.
For the power is in the scent and smell
and the power is even in your nose that smells.
A vibe of power rings in your ear
and you know that something is somewhere near
and your tongue that knows the quality of the food
is all the power that's doing you good
the sound is itself the power
and so is the ear and the tongue
the tongue that so eagerly tastes your favorite food
the food which contains the power in itself too.
All this time you and me are here
and all this time everything else is there,
is for the power is everywhere;
the power pumps inside your body all the time
and even when you are dead and bloodless,
the power is still there in your veins and muscles.
The power is the life, the soul
the touch, the light, the darkness, the sound
the sentiments flowing inside you is the power
the strike you make in anger is the power,
and the power is existence, energy, substance, and motion.
The power was in the place where God was born
the God is Himself the power
and like God Himself,
the power is omnipotent, and it is there where existence is there.
poem by Rajiv Prajapati
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All of sudden
All of sudden whole sky got illuminated
It was wonder and no one new how it got originated
It has got relevance with the happening on earth
It was definitely a good sign to be linked with divine birth
Whenever this phenomenon occurred something was bound to happen
It was not to be just coincidence but new chapter was going to open
May be it was arrival of pure soul to take the refuge on lovely land
For the help of those depressed and deprived to strengthen the hands
All religion books are full of tales and speak of large volumes
It is totally unbelievable to have taken place in vacuum
Only pure soul with divine power might have witnessed such scene
It was to be rarest of rare that might have been observed and seen
“I shall visit the disciples when they are in need” verses read
You may find me among them at suitable time and lead
It is holy belief that hangs on very thin thread
You need to put trust, have faith and plead
It is how we have come to link the divine phenomena
It is totally unbelievable and unknown arena
It is reality and got to be believed with complete faith
Why do we remember almighty at the time of only death?
Just flash of lights in the sky for a moment is indication of bad omen too
Some bad may happen and believed by many is also equally true
It may so happen that some one might have been taken to heaven
Such miracles don’t happen often or witnessed even
It is generally believed to be rare occasion
The things to be laughed out simply is out of question
Such things happen once in a blue moon
All of sudden dark clouds rush in the sky in day light or noon
Whenever evil forces has taken over the helm of affairs or exceeded
The God has taken birth to hear the prayers from devotees and acceded
It may not be altogether true but it has happened at several places
The sufferings have been removed and brought the happiness on faces
Let us not undo the teachings of the divine power
It may cool your body as is felt in rainy shower
It has all the qualities to make you feel happy and grant the peace
Life is so lovely and to be spent completely at ease
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I kissed a girl
I kissed a girl
and something more was there,
than the touch of lips
and something of her soul
was burning into me.
I kissed a girl
and it was more sweet,
than any kiss before
and it was if that kiss
was meant to be.
I kissed a girl
and knew from somewhere,
that no kiss would ever be
like this again.
I kissed a girl
and was stunned
like by a thunderclap
and she had awakened,
all devils and angels in me.
I kissed a girl
and my passions were
aroused to extremity
and still I wanted to be sweet
and know her better than a friend.
I kissed a girl
and she turned my world
and somehow caught destiny
and I did not want
to ever let her go.
I kissed a girl
and I love her still
and you know,
that the girl are you.
poem by Gert Strydom
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A real miss
You have really missed
She put her hand around and teased
She just whispered something in ear and released
A sigh of long relief and felt really displeased
Really, did I ever?
I was taken a back with shiver
Some thing was bound to happen
The helplessness emerged all of sudden
I had never observed her in despair
We had always moved with happiness in pair
Today she had deliberately kept loose her hair
It was moving gently in the direction of air
She had lot of feelings today
I was trying to fid out in some way
Though she smiled in between with joy
I was thinking how to make her comfortable to enjoy
“You are not your best as you used to be”
She jokingly remarked at me with good smile
The distance was reduced to feet from a mile
I was sure at her killer’s goal for a while
I was at my best and readily on her side
We were happily married and no differences so wide
She may come at any time and sit by the side
We may talk for a while and confide
I thought she was at her peak
She was tempted to be very weak
She had lot of words to speak
I was all so keen to find a leak
She may not give up that easily
At the same time she may part with it happily
“All these years we have lot many things missed”
You are not at your best and often kissed
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The case history of the kiss
Is kiss invented or natural?
It is an improved licking
Pracised by most mammals.
A kiss can be artificial,
Emotional or sexual or
An expression of victory.
Kiss can be on any part
But most expressive
When mouth to mouth.
Judas kissed Jesus;
Yudhistra kissed the dice;
Romeo kissed Juliet.
A friendly kiss, a loving kiss,
An emotional kiss, a lustful kiss,
An erotic kiss, a kiss of authority,
A kiss of victory, a kiss of vulgarity,
A kiss of prosperity, a kiss of nobility,
A stealing kiss and a kiss of adultery.
Rival kisses artificially.
Mother kisses fondly.
The beloved kisses passionately.
The lover kisses eagerly.
The last one is the greatest.
Kissing is a subconscious return
To suckling at mother’s breasts.
The lips resembles labia,
Which is long hidden to men’s sight.
Kissing is a way of sniffing.
Kissing is just for a whiff.
Lips could not have been
An erogenous zone
As there was no hygiene
Practiced in mouths in the Stone Age.
.9.03.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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My heart beat
It all seems like today
Ages have passed by…
My heart missed a beat
When I first saw you
When you stretched out your hand
When you spoke to me first
When you said you look good
When you stood talking for hours
My heart missed a beat
My heart missed a beat
When I met you
When we started dating
When we went on shopping
When we spent time in each other’s company
When we were in each other’s arms
My heart missed a beat
My heart missed a beat
When I wanted to say something
When you found that life was miserable
When you thought I should live with you
When you enjoyed my company
When you proposed to me
My heart missed a beat
My heart missed a beat
When I felt your love
When we first had a talk
When we had a long walk
When we never heard the waves on the shore
When we knew we loved each other
My heart missed a leap
My heart missed a leap
When I lost words
When you found them for me
When you touched me first
When you blew in my ears
When you kissed me first
My heart missed a beat
My heart missed a beat
When I saw the ring
When we decided
When we finalized things
When we knew everything was fine
When we heard the revolt
My heart missed a beat
My heart missed a beat
When I saw you parents
When you said your mother’s decision
When you were thinking twice
When you wanted to satisfy both
When your thoughts wavered
My heart missed a beat
My heart missed a beat
When I understood you
When we decided to go ahead
When we said this is the right time
When we told our friends
When we held hands
My heart missed a beat
My heart missed a beat
When I became your wife
When you were all to myself
When you said you love me lots
When you and your mother accepted me
When you became my world
My heart missed a beat
My heart missed a beat
When I knew a life in me
When we realized the fact
When we understood our culmination’s fruit
When we were to be too proud
When we heard a heart in me
My heart missed a beat
My heart missed a beat
When I first heard them cry
When you saw with sparkling eyes our babies
When you said they resemble me
When you said I am now a proud father of two
When you said I love you for this
My heart missed a beat
My heat missed a beat
When I heard them call me mom
When we were proud parents
When we shared happy moments
When we saw them grow
When we heard good things about them
My heart missed a beat
My heart missed a beat
When I knew it was time for marriages again
When you said just both of us now
When you saw me with love
When you said you look young still
When you whispered I love you
My heart missed a beat
You are a part of me
Even in our ripe old age
My heart beats only for you from day one
The day yours stop so will mine stop
For my heart beats only for you…
It all seems like today
Ages have passed by…
poem by Leena Bose
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Mercy and compassion
I wondered in hostile land
I have breathed for a long on this motherland
Loved her like anything else but more
I praise her from heart and adore
Whenever I used to be in trouble
I shall rush to mother and speak about struggle
She will provide me each clue
Put her hand over head and guide to pass through
She is no more now and I face dilemma
Fail to face the uphill task and such dogma
I find no suitable place to like mother's refuge
Her impression on my mind large and huge
But I have found another place to feel merry
That none other than Mother Marry
Fountain of mercy and compassion
I just murmur by heart all my confessions
I have observed immediate result
I feel elated without fear of any insult
She is always there before my eyes
I need to remember her and make little try
Oh, mother merry what do I find on your face?
Compassion, mercy, love with unforgettable traces
Oh, you cry with my pain and feel sorry
I keep my head down and forget to worry
My mother, I don't know, is in lovely place called heaven
That has rattled me for a long and cause worry now even
I have found in you all my answers
Such happiness can only be enjoyed by fewer
I wish I could remain forever in your lap
Sleep sound and wait for your gentle slap
That can take me to the new height
Love Ocean is within reach and mercy can be witnessed straight
I shall dream alone about such divine feeling
I may not share it with any one despite willingness
I think lot more may flow like water stream
In the form water fall and like sun's beam
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Who is a Friend?
Who is a friend? Not just anybody.
Friends have to respect, help & teach each other constantly.
They are not just like those who are passing by,
This way of communicating have to satisfy.
Some has many friends, some not too much,
Depends on the personality how many can he/she touch.
The best is to be kind to everybody with respect,
Eventually you find those who gives it back and react.
However, when you cannot learn or teach anymore,
Life will separate the friends, they go on life as before.
But, the lesson will stay with them,
Good or bad will be in their memories as a gem.
Life is spiraling forward, so love your friends,
They are a part of you, staying to the ends.
They all show you who you really are inside,
So, love them or leave them, just decide.
poem by LaSoaphia QuXazs
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Respect Is What You Earn Not Command
Respect is what you earn not command
That is something some find hard to understand
You earn respect if respect you do show
From people in your life you've come to know
Of Respect or lack of we do read of and hear
Though 'tis a thing that cannot be born of fear
Of somebody who has power over you
In your feigned respect your feelings are not true.
Many may respect and admire the high achievers of the town
And applaud them on their journey to renown
But with the many some do disagree
Through different eyes we see things differently.
Respect is something you can only show
For one that you feel privileged for to know
And of any shackles true respect is free
That's how it is and that's how 'twill always be.
poem by Francis Duggan
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