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At pain

I am at pain to learn the outburst
It is unusual reaction from friend at first
I always tease her to spoil her mood
It has become now my habit and serves as food

I can’t remain at peace without provoking
Sometimes I may blow the air while smoking
This will infuriate her further and she may rush for kicking
I may possible bend down or prefer ducking

I don’t know but somehow I am her very good friend
I feel no remorse at the beginning or at the end
It is my way expressing strong attachment
She may all the way disagree and resent

She is very fond of receiving praise at some point of times
She expects it from me to come at given times
I disagree to such an unwanted gesture
How c can I please her when I am not at all sure?

She is teacher and very good at use of language
She may unnecessarily argue and actively engage
She may try to overemphasize without any point
She was in my opinion page without print

I tried to prove my point through innocent jokes
I was encountering hostile reaction without having any stakes
She was of course learned teacher but lacked a sense and brain
All y efforts were proving fruitless and going into drain

She may outburst with provocative use
I was determined to avoid its misuse
There was meeting point in our approach
It definitely lacked insight but I still poked

She was loosing patience and hell bent upon creating uproar
I too was equally harassing her with all unpleasant thing s to bear
It was her style of retaliation which was causing me little concern
I was helpless but suffering from bad friendship in turn

It might be happening with all but in different style
It may not be concerning them at all for while
We had cat and rat type relation
To stay from it was out of question

I don’t know how to appreciate her wishes
Where to oblige her and where to finish?
It may still augur well with our strong bond
We may live with love as fishes live in pond

We may have limited goal or nothing to expose
The main thing remains to be seen is how best we repose?
It may be nice if we remain tolerant to each other
It may bring us closer and never bother

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Why only females!

“Why only females have to suffer”
“I am sorry to know it and I differ”
I was fired off by a very good friend
I thought it will bring about an abrupt end

She was for all praise for good friend
She was no doubt very clear with trend
I said I can improve upon and mend
She was adamant and refused to bend

I had liked her from the beginning
She was fire brand and very shining
Her approach very clear and convincing
I too liked her words without mincing

She was tall in figure and beautiful
I thought she may be equally faithful
She might come up with all that may be purposeful
I too longed for her and was very hopeful

Even though she was far away
I did not feel bad in any way
She had her option very much open
I too was very much hopeful even

She has boyfriend she told
But in fact she proved she is very bold
She would not easily go to any fold
She may be opposed to any idea or very cold

It did not make me sink
I even saw her without any wink
She was merely stating her position
I dreamed about her with very good composition

She will laugh it out at my proposal
She may say it even with quick disposal
She is not for anyone except her friend
She has no proposal in any sense to send

I am not good at such things
I did not expect her for something
She was to remain with me as a companion
She feared and took it for bonding and union

Relation is not built in a day
It is taking may years with days
Who can wait that longer to prove?
I liked her move and did not disapprove

Let her have her own world to live
I have my own to live and believe
Let it not drift away in strong current
The friendship is heavenly sent

I don’t want unusual thing to happen
It must not be felt now or then even
It is her choice to prevail and realize
Who am I to look upon it and oblige?

It is good for me to see her from distance
You can find many examples or good instances
It is touchy relation that may come on surface
One fine morning she may come out with smiling face

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Always To Greet With

Always to greet with 'good morning 'and start
This is our tradition and has remained as part
Whenever I see close friend on line I sincerely wish
Welcome with sentiments and delightfully finish

I said to friend 'what is there in morning and evening? '
It must always end with ever lasting joy and smiling
I for one shared this concept right from the beginning
Give all kind of expressions and bring on their face little shining

I often say it with smile and style
That speaks of you magnificently meanwhile
Words sometimes may remain in close file
But gesture speaks in volumes all the while

Happiness is something like to be shown in its kind
You need not go in open market to find
It is not the commodity to be out rightly purchased
Sometimes it is eluding but needs to be constantly chased

One of my friend lives far but always closer to heart
I feel as if she is inseparable and dominant part
Whenever we meet some pleasant exchanges are made
But not revealing each others mind as secret trade

I have named her 'oldie' but nice hearted person
She is there as teacher, glider and available in all the seasons
I quite frankly enter into skirmishes and alter the scene
But she may come up with fierce mood and real chance to be seen

She is great but what do I dream for her?
Nothing but a wish to see smile from her
A rare quality to be witnessed from human being
But equally to be seen from birds when they sing

She is wealthy but not poor in any of the aspects
She responds in immediate manner with respect
I still tease her to invite some hostile reaction
She flares up in rage but offers smooth action

She stands as star alone in the sky
Twinkle at night and force me to fly
With all my fancy and ideals
She is in fact lovely person and quality in real

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Lost in crowd

It is like to be lost in crowd
You have voice and concern but can not speak loud
You have no reason to be unfair and feel proud
But certainly she has point to prove and feel good

There is no point in telling the truth
It requires no words to be shown as proof
You can not be isolated or remain aloof
You have no choice either to go and shout on roof

She has known her out numbered for days
She wants to be fully contended in possible ways
The main concern with her is to know who her real is
Who will be real one to shed the tears and miss?

Reassurance can not come simply by speaking untruth
To go back from words means crushing the tongue between teeth
It is simple way to feel the holiness of bond
You are part of small creatures in the pond

It is always taken for yes in dire needs
The rest of the life may pass on with speed
How best one can rely upon is matter in question?
It is to be thoroughly probed before entering the relation

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Always to greet with...

Always to greet with "good morning "and start
This is our tradition and has remained as part
Whenever I see close friend on line I sincerely wish
Welcome with sentiments and delightfully finish

I said to friend "what is there in morning and evening? "
It must always end with ever lasting joy and smiling
I for one shared this concept right from the beginning
Give all kind of expressions and bring on their face little shining

I often say it with smile and style
That speaks of you magnificently meanwhile
Words sometimes may remain in close file
But gesture speaks in volumes all the while

I have named her "oldie" but nice hearted person
She is there as teacher, glider and available in all the seasons
I quite frankly enter into skirmishes and alter the scene
But she may come up with fierce mood and real chance to be seen

She is great but what do I dream for her?
Nothing but a wish to see smile from her
A rare quality to be witnessed from human being
But equally to be seen from birds when they sing

She is wealthy but not poor in any of the aspects
She responds in immediate manner with respect
I still tease her to invite some hostile reaction
She flares up in rage but offers smooth action

She stands as star alone in the sky
Twinkle at night and force me to fly
With all my fancy and ideals
She is in fact lovely person and quality in real

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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No Point

J. spinks
This aint working out
Its not worth the time I spent on it
When Ive been next to you
Its not the way you want it
And all I wanna do
Is get away and as far away from it
Theres no point cos Im not winning
Theres no point going back to the beginning
Theres no point to keep on waiting
Theres no point in talking it over
Theres no point in getting any closer
If it was up to you
Wed go around in circles forever
Theres nothing left to do
I go around - around in you
Ive tried to see it through
All Ive seen is the stormy weather
Theres no point in still pretending
Theres no point cos this is never ending
Theres no point in keep on trying
Theres no point to carry on lying
Theres no point acting like children
Theres no point cos this time Im gone
Theres no point in talking it over
Theres no point in getting any close
Theres no point in still pretending
Theres no point cos this is never ending
Theres no point in keep on trying
Theres no point to carry on lying
Theres no point in talking it over
Theres no point in getting any closer
Theres no point cos Im not winning
Theres no point going back to the beginning
Theres no point in hesitating
Theres no point tonight
Theres no point at all

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Cried Whole Night

I cried whole night
We had swift fight
Not because of him either
I have nothing else to offer

I was very much jealous
He was dear and famous
A tall figure and handsome
But could prove troublesome

This thought itself irked me
I was caged now and never felt free
I might sometimes unnecessarily poke
The relation in turn may remain under smoke

Still I feel bad at heart
As I have not mastered the illusory art
Where people put up false show
Never allow the opportunity to go

I made a mess out of it
I scolded him and refused to greet
It was most near to tragic end
We were soon to become unknown friend

Women should be tolerant as ever
As her man is not likely to be forever
Some may succeed permanently
But others sometimes fail miserably

I made it point to learn in life
It is not easy to claim as good wife
It needs tolerance as first prelude
And then good show with nice attitude

I have good sense to patch up and improve
Show to him that I do care about and prove
Women may be jealous but not that blind
Where she has to from door to door for advice and find

It as all about sweet relation
That is needed both by man and woman
No one must end it bitterly
As one must be wise enough to burn the fingers knowingly

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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An Envied Popularity

I am often told I use incorrect language...
In my writing or use of speech.
And the text I prefer is limited in reach.

My point of view lacks technique and vision.
And that my diction is unclear at times.
That it is absent of any precision.

'How many of you have actually read one thing,
Your teacher has written?
Or remember the director's name,
Of a movie seen that has achieved acclaim.
But there is always someone there,
Wherever you are to keep you reminded...
Any attention you get,
They will be jealous of it! '

~What is your point? ~

'Notable successes,
Are easier to critique...
Once one has reached,
An envied popularity! '

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At new low ebb

She took and sunk me to low ebb
I was entangled in monster’s web
I had no easy route to escape
I was unable to think or give shape

There may be many ups and down
People may show discourtesy and frown
You may be reduced to nothing and work as pawn
You may be crushed like grass in the lawn

She did not realize simple fact and made all hell
Everything was going ahead with plan and very well
We were leading simple life and good stories to tell
It proved nice all the time and did not face any trail

It was only for on ward march
No going back from the start
It was all for simple asking
Always rousing welcome and no kicking

As it always happen, there starts bad phase
You are down with fame and unable to show the face
You may not be able come out from house and counter
You need to face it bravely with the fear of lashes from hunter

There may be flow of bad words for your action
You may face criticism and solid reaction
No one may blame womenfolk but only man
Why was he not in position to stop or can?

She was string headed woman and couldn’t control tamper
She spoiled the relation with all her anger
It was unbecoming of good couple with good repute
How could I offer any counter or refute?

It was undoing of all my good work
I was feeling uneasy and unable to eat with pork
It was proving difficult to much to my discomfort
My ship was at mid sea waiting call at ports

It is not good for us to survive
Hostility may end but peace can’t be revived
You may live but without any sweetness or aim
How can we stand against odd and claim?

If you can salvage your ship amidst crisis
It will prove your point without any thesis
You may come to be known as strong contender
As it is not the worth job for the pretender

You got to rise from the ashes
You may have strong wishes
Not all may reach to the shore as fishes
You must come out victorious with fine finish

Lie low but not too low
Bow to Him but not to allow
Think of disaster but not of going down
Seeds may definitely grow if they are sown

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Big words, small feelings

While waiting for the Chinese food

And between some online shopping,

I'm letting time go

And strongly disagree with myself.

There is no such thing as meaning.

Still, creating our own language - that's the whole point of being.

poem by Iulia Bercescu
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I see no point in

I see no point in
Understanding, as
At the end of it all
I am misunderstood

I see no point in
Visualizing
As in that process
I get drowned in dreams and inaction

I see no point in
Loving
As in its demonstration
I am either hurt or in hatred

I see no point in
Accumulating
As what is accumulated
Makes me its accumulation

I see point in
Teaching
As I am a proven failure
In unlearning

I see no point in
Giving
As I take pride in that
And am made arrogant

I see no point in
Becoming (something)
As I nurse the gnawing
That I am not that yet

I see no point in
Braving
As by that I proved
That I feared something

I see no point in
Praying (for something)
As it amounts to telling
That I am a beggar

I see no point in
Suffering
From something
As I prefer to struggle to overcome

I see no point in
Writing
As I will not be there with you
To say why I wrote this

poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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A devil is here

Think of devil and he is here
Mt friend was rushing from somewhere
We used to make jokes on him often
He was not getting angry even then

He may emerge all of sudden
Render the advice even if not taken
Insulted some times for unnecessary poking
He was made target of simple joking

We did enough to annoy
On the contrary He will laugh and enjoy
He will create some funny scene
We too enjoyed it and were very keen

He was only to be trusted
He can’t be so easily ousted
He had created a unique position
To do without him was out of question

We couldn’t think of anything without him
He was for us sun rays or its beam
We loved him so much and admired
He took all insult and got most of the time fired

Some special friends are like brothers
They sometimes create tension and bother
Still we prefer to remain together
In grief they provide us good breather

We nick name them as devils
In fact they are not at all evils
They have become inseparable part
It may pain us if they really depart

Lot of things have been said
Still so much remains to be unsaid
It is one of the greatest moments
We align it with out all the movements

In our critical times, we long to stay
Nothing forces us to take it away
It is human bond coupled with strong attachment
There can’t be derailment or any detachment

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A tear not to fall

Don’t shed tears or weep
Remember at heart and spirit always keeps
I shall remain forever as your friend
This is not the real end

I shall always send my best wishes
The friendship may last long and not finish
We need strong bond to last forever
You may not be able to miss the grief however

It was in true sense real friendship
It has lost its way and can’t be reached to ship
It can be anchored at the bank without any trouble
There may be momentary setback as emerge the bubbles

The stars may not shine
They may feel bad and not feel fine
They may hide the face in clouds
We won’t be able to hear it loud

The moon has also lost its charm
It has not remained cool and lost its warmth
No one can dream of sad event
It lacks warmth and nothing to comment

Why are grieved at sudden loss?
Why do we question the wisdom line and cross?
It might have been unavoidable loss but certainly a reality
What is use of shedding tears all the time in futility?

Some of the losses are not easy to skip off from mind
His generosity were unique and only one of its kind
They may be with us for short duration
Still nothing can be matched or put any equation

Any human loss can not be compensated
You can’t remain aloof or isolated
It may eat you up from within
You may loose concentration and fall ill

There is no use to confine our self to a limited pain
It has to aggravate the situation and all will be in vain
It is better to carry out his mission and pay him homage
Spread his message of love and strengthen the bondage

It may be in real sense if we contribute a little
You may prove strong and Handle it with strong mettle
Everything will move on smoothly and get settled
You my be able to concentrate and it may not prove fatal

We may be good friends alright
We can’t go on indefinitely and mentally fight
It may not good on our part or we may be proved wrong
We re human beings and got to move and live among

Friends may come and go
We can’t them easily forgo
They may remain at our heart and occupy the space
It is friendship vassal that may float and race

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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An open criticism

I hated most to be called lazy
I keep my self engaged and remain busy
It is funny and very easy
To create flutter and make it noisy

We tend to become idle and relax so much
When not seized with problems as such
It is day to day affairs and must be tackled properly
It is appreciated very much when put across wisely

It is good sign to remain always active
It is equally bad sign if you expose as reactive
People may count you as hostile and immature
It may block your chances and make you insecure

It is not right on our part to offer arguments at criticism
It is known lacuna and allowed in humanism
We simply offer advice or comments without being asked for
It simply creates distrust and situation like mini war

We must learn to sustain the criticism at any cost
It is very severe and considered as worst
Why do we employ double standard when we are at fault?
It adds to woe and agony as if wounds are filled with salt

It keeps you worried all the time for critical remarks
It generates ill will and controversy sparks
It leads to heated arguments and strain the relation
To patch up later on becomes impossible and out of question

It has become now fashion to point out the lapses
No one cares as to what should be done to avert crisis
It is easy to spoil the relation and add fuel to fire
It takes less time to appreciate and admire

Words once spoken can’t be taken back
It may develop bitterness and relation may crack
It may also cause irreparable damage
It may slip out of control to manage

I shall sand to loose in all the respects
Who will search the soul and inspect?
There is something like good humor
It is best weapon in your armor

You inflict injury and your opponent may not come to know
Nice words spoken with sweetness may try to soothe and woe
It is how we tackle and come to an understanding
It is strongest and permanent thing for bonding

Think before doing any criticism and giving reaction
It will have equal force for reaction and action
Where we will be heading for to take refuge?
This is not small task but very important and huge

Let us share the dignity and honor at every stage
It may pen new era on shining page
It is essential to work for common cause
There has to be full stop or permanent pause

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A young nation

Why not? we are happy nation
Stable and young without any doubt or question
Harmony and peace in every relation
I have every reason to feel satisfied with elation

I feel part and parcel of one package
We are capable and able to manage
All our internal and external affairs
No to cause concern in any matters

What a tradition to offer and follow?
No deviation or drift to allow
World as one family to profess and practice
How do we stand for it and feel very nice?

We have every reason to feel its pulse
Every negative ideas we repulse
Not to indulge in intimidation and threat
Always warmth in relation when we embrace and greet

We stand on our own feet
Not to beg and not to let
Offer a hand of friendship as point of strength
Love to live in peace with same wave length

We as nation may not budge
From our stated position with any grudge
We have no intention to indulge
But to cement the bond and gulf the bridge

What else do we stand for and live?
What have we to show and leave?
Not to cause concern and relieve
Peace and harmony always believe

I raise my head with pride and faith
It won’t be changed till the death
I have every reason to feel great
The goal an d aim is already set

Why I worry for what to offer?
We are one and never differ
Why I worry for what country could not do?
What I could not do is equally true

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A wish to remain and last