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Beautiful Sunday

I waited for beautiful Sunday
Normally place chosen as good day
Visiting shrines, mosques or churches
Well considered Him as impossible to reach

Does he really stay there and reside?
Then why he failed to show us or preferred to hide?
We are all busy persons and have many reasons
Why he should stay away when considered as their sons?

Yes I do concede one point in mind
He is not inaccessible to find
Many may tell that he has found good refuge
Only we fail to recognize and refuse

It is bit confusing and strange
This commonsense has come after considerable age
I have learnt to pray all divine forces
As no one has found them after considerable remorse

Take solace or satisfaction for only visiting
Verbal utterances for all sins and admitting
That may reduce heaviness already existed
This is the position and already stated

We may follow as heard of sheep
Only to wait for and sins to keep
Where else we may find the place to weep?
Only remember him to grant a peaceful sleep

Is it not funny to wait for long seven days?
Precious time lost in finding the solution and ways
Only one day to offer for simple blessing
In case something goes wrong or missing

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Whereabouts

Where is the missing one, the missing one
Where is the missing one, the missing one
There is a missing person that Ive just got to find
Now just how long they have been gone
I cant say at this time
I glanced outside my window surprisingly to see
The reflection of a broken man who looked somewhat like me
Im trying to find my whereabouts, what shall I do
When nothing seems to follow through
In me, trying to find my whereabouts, Im turning blue
But wait I may have found a clue
My whereabouts are somewhere in yesterday with you
Where is the missing one, the missing one
I looked inside an album of happy photographs
To try to match the feeling
In the joy I used to have
I travelled through the moments that held a special place
But everytime what came to mind is that smile upon your face
Im trying to find my whereabouts, what shall I do
When nothing seems to follow through
In me, trying to find my whereabouts, Im turning blue
But wait I may have found a clue
My whereabouts are somewhere in yesterday with you
Where is the missing one, the missing one
Im trying to find my whereabouts, what shall I do
When nothing seems to follow through
In me, trying to find my whereabouts, Im turning blue
But wait I may have found a clue
My whereabouts are somewhere lost in yesterday with you
Im trying to find my whereabouts, what can I do
When nothing seems to follow through
In me, trying to find my whereabouts, Im turning blue
But wait I may have found a clue
My whereabouts are somewhere lost in yesterday with you
Where is the missing one, the missing one
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If There Were

Think if there were no thoughts
No solution would have been sought
Endless wars might have been fought
No thieves might have been caught

The idle mind works in different direction
Each and every word is backed by action
If something goes wrong then it is put to scrutiny
But finally it is decided to push towards destiny

Some of the moments are very crucial
When you find no way to offer denial
You are caught unaware and will have to offer excuse
You have no sufficient reasons to take refuge

You slip into isolation for speedy answer
Look towards sky and wait for shower
The rain may not come for asking
But you need some help with backing

Under such situation you ask for divine help
This is only way or considered as first step
You ask forefathers to render divine hand
As you are now on earth without friends

Dream can have powerful wings
Melody can be added when birds sing
Some powerful spirit can be added to reach heaven
The idea is not at all bad even

It is nice to think of hollow sky
Go on with mission without asking why
This all can happen with his blessings
Reach out to those wishes before it goes missing

So it is blessings in disguise to have mind
It may try to go to any length to find
It may not allow you to act as blind
But go after it vigorously without any axe to grind

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Forgive Me

Forgive me for all my past sins
It was pursued with no aim of any win
It was just a young man’s venture
Without knowing its implications or future

I had proved weak to all the challenges
Failed to materialize support or ably managed
It was colorful life with appetite for all fancy thoughts
Life really seemed unique battle but never fought

I was becoming desperate when at beautiful garden
How many birds were visiting at odd time even?
The flowers were giving long magical spell
There were no enough words to dwell or tell

How can one resist the temptation?
To find all good company in relation
There was nothing to hide as it existed
All joy and fervor wished and insisted

Many lovely birds may move in desired direction
Make strong appeal for union with their action
I too had craze for surrendering to the nature
Everything was available and asking for sure

Forgive me for being bold and little rude
But nothing seemed to me wrong with its prelude
I found myself beautiful figure in mirror despite being nude
I failed to understand why other ideas did not intrude?

It was tender age to mingle with young companions
Form a group and make frequent smooth associations
Life was full of ventures to write with on golden page
Inscribe with own hand what can be best in such young age?

I would love to ask for forgiveness
But it had brought certainly the shine on face
There was clear mad rush and simple drive
Whether one had open mind to accept and believe

After years of long spell I sincerely apologize
Not for all nice acts that led to antagonize
But show of disrespect to elders for not submitting
Landing no ears to their advices or admitting

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Lost And Found

You know the question, find the answer
Stirring deep within your mind
Don't Have to Promise, You have a reason
For what it is you need to find
I was searching, until I found it
And I saw it in you
It seems so real, but I can feel me
Getting closer to you
If clocks could stop, time wouldn't waste
And I could tell you once more
That we are running, without eachother
There's not much to live for
I tried to find, the side you hide,
The side that pushes me away,
You're standing close so, I can tell you
That I wish you would stay
I wouldn't know myself
I'm lost without you here
If you could see my side
I will wait for you, no matter what you do
Cause you're a part of me now
We will see this through
Go on to something new
We were lost but now we're found
As days go by, you're fading faster
Looking for something new
It's hard to notice, you're looking past me
When I'm right within your view
I wouldn't know myself
I'm lost without you here
If you could see my side
I will wait for you, no matter what you do
Cause you're a part of me now
We will see this through
Go on to something new
We were lost but now we're found
It's been a bumpy road
I'll try to carry your load
I'll try to understand
Your fate is in your hands
If you could see my side
I wouldn't know myself
I'm lost without you here
If you could see my side
I will wait for you no matter what you do
Cause you're a part of me now
We will see this through
Go on to something new
We were lost but now we're found
We were lost and now we're found

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Always rememeber

Don't forget to wish a person
it has no time or particular season
Bury the differences and say a word
'Hello brother' I pray for you to lord

It doesn't cost you anything
You stand to gain something
It is considered as good manner
You can do it without any banner

Bitterness may go in seconds
you need not go and find the words
it has its own magical spell
everything may look so well

It takes so much time to patch
Time is precious and you can't catch
You will have to act fast with all possible means
You may not find hatred but only love scenes

you just offer beautiful smile
Wait not for reply and stay for while
it will have its desirable effect
Relation may improve with long spell and affect

what do we loose if we say simple 'hello'?
It is mere invitation for things to follow
forget the bad things and insult to swallow
Great tradition teaches us to lie low

Good, thought must emerge from heart to flow
Adversary may forget the past and try to be slow
No emission of poison but sweetness to grow
cool reception may disappear with simple words of 'Hello'

it may wash the dirt of centuries
happiness will be seen everywhere and no more worries
opening of new chapter with new relation to emerge
burying of differences with sincere urge

What do we gain by showing simple gesture?
It is opening of new chapter with bright future
love and not the hatred to rule the scene
we should exchange pleasantries and must be very keen

Enemy can't face you with powerful weapon
He may be in real confusion to find out the reason
Love can't be substituted with any kind of gesture
Wish al the persons sincerely and make it sure

No mad person may come and simply assault
He may have some grudge against you for some fault
Love can melt his anger and help o evaporate
We can't simple blame it to a fate

If you give proper care and attention to plant
It will stand erect with pride and never slant
It too needs everything with mild touch
We must behave in cordial manner as such

If you show same courtesy to youngsters
They may prove humble and not turn as gangsters
Who can be blamed for their lack of understanding?
It may really be considered as peaceful ending

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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No to isolation

It is neither secret place
Nor solitary in any case
Don't run away with fear
Pain and agony is meant to bear

See another side of human being
The beautiful heart can be found with king
Poor and rich all long for its company
You should search and go for it like many

Ni peace may be had from isolation
Even god may not grant that indication
As love and hate can be reflected on face
It is best to leave and spend time with human race

In human sound you may find hymns
Honest urge for almighty with concerns
They are also troubled souls and search for peace
Come back to the poorest of poor and live at ease

Death has spared no one
So don't be afraid of any one
It may find you even in isolation
It will then cause you great indignation

Severe not that has been considered sacred
You are only briefed wrong and mislead
No one has found almighty in thick forest
Even if some of the time has been spent as best

People may not allow you to be restless
As they too know what can be reality on face
World is too considerate if some one is in dire need
Not all are after hatred but few are still good indeed

So love to live among and spend time
It is possible you may have good time
You may find the bright sun shine with divine message
That is all we need in our entire age

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A no to intrusion

Some one intruded in God’s domain
To watch the beautiful dancers with wish to remain
Lost in dreams and position became known
Noticed by the sentries and presented to chief main

He pleaded guilty but to be spared at once
No dancers were to be shown not even their glance
They tied him and ordered to be thrown form heaven
he remained struck in the air with head up and legs down

Such was disgraced order form God to man
It is punishment and u got to bear as much as you can
He came to be known as “TRI SHANKU” or triangle
Neither on earth, air or in heaven with angel

It is very interesting and depicts the uncertainty
Person looses his place and doesn’t have continuity
Neither he will be welcome at home nor in city
One can only feel sorry and some degree of pity

”TRISHANKU” is word to be used for unclear position
Person is hanging in between with no composition
His position is stated as hanging in between
his head is shown down and legs toward heaven

He is supposed to be seen in dilemma
He has no status and lives in trauma
He may be thinking what to do now as next
Nothing can be stated or considered as best

He is considered as failure for his misadventure
He has complete darkness and no future
He has been cursed by divine power to hang in middle
He can’t show his face in public or meddle

Try not to be mid air and have clear say
Right path and direction with open way
No to gimmick and no more games to play
Assert with confidence as have your sway

You can’t have two minds with no clear decision
Ideas and plans will have to be with precision
You will loose respect along with stature
Cheques will have no value without small signature

Try to create position with point of strength
You may have choice to go at any length
It is you who will alter or decide course
Success may be at your feet with simple authority of course

Why to think of heaven when it is here?
Why you search not here and some where?
You may be hanged ups n down with disgrace
You may have then no courage to show your face

Try not to violate somebody’s privacy?
It is not only bad but wrong diplomacy
You must confine to good practice
You may find it not only good but nice

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A long forty years

It drives me back forty years
When i had heard beautiful voice in ears
She was to be my partner for long journey
We had to march ahead without source and money

It was no Man's land
I wanted beautiful face and hand
no one preferred to be a friend
I had feared a tragic end

It was loveless life and long sea
Only blue waters but not a shed or tree
I was bird with wings but not a free one
Nothing could be achieved by me as person

Though kind at hart, I missed killer's instinct
I was forbidden to maintain it very strict
I did not look at even called by name
It was causing me surprise and shame

I am not aware of delicate stage
For me it is difficult to manage
Though I have grown with the age
Still feelings remain hidden in page

I used to pray almighty to gift me with one
Who would love me alone only except none
It was desire and did not expect it to be fulfilled
Though lady luck so far had not smiled

As luck would have it and it rained
Water filtered through ground and gained
The little foothold in somebody's heart
I was liked by some one as a nice and smart

There was some one wishing to be part
I considered it blessings from the start
I knew it may not click sometimes
But it was turning very good times

I stared In her eyes to find safe refuge
I was in no position to refuse
I thought I may sink with little fear
She started it calling with “O, my dear

I heard it coming like bomb shell
I was fearing fall of hell
It was quite amusing to hear sweet words
I gathered strength to thank Almighty Lords

She fairly smiled to offer willingness
I was almost going down with happiness
She was to be my permanent bride
I utterly failed for emotions to hide

I still remember those pretty moments
It will not nice to offer any comments
Ya, it was nicest among all so far experienced
I was not in control to find it distanced

My feet firmly held the ground
I thought I have lastly found
She can be princess of fairy land
I would love to hand over my self completely In her hand

“ I am still in her fold
since then enjoying hold”

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I'll Remember You

It's funny how time slips away
On those long summer nights,
I had sat down at my balcony,
I had gazed at the stars,
I had cried all night,
I had cried tears` of 'Good -bye': But
I had to keep on going without your love
Living my life the way I choose to
Discovering the things that are left for me to do
Doing the things that I love
Let there be light
Don't give excuses
Don't wait for answers
Don't wait for tomorrow
Don't ask me why
No need to be angry anymore
No need to wait anymore
For this special day, special hour,
No need to fight, just follow him, because
The Lord has come to set you free
The Lord has come to take you home
A place with no more pain and sorrows
Where you will find comfort and peace
Maybe someday, you will meet me again
A time has come to say” Good-bye'
I'll remember you in my dreams
I'll remember you in my sleep
I'll remember you each day and every hour of the day
I'll remember you for all the good things you have done for me
I'll remember you for the special time we spent together.
I'll remember you in my prayers
I'll remember you for the kind of person you were
I'll remember you every night
I'll remember you for your special smiles and laughter
I'll remember you

poem by Aldo Kraas
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Try to live in

I shall try to live in isolation
But not completely cut off or without relation
It is way for attaining self purification
Nice way to adopt and spend some moments for consolation

If we can spare whole of life on struggles
Certainly we can think of little about not inviting troubles
Not keeping totally aloof but to understand it well
And go before the audience for truth to tell

Some of the peace moments heal the mind
Encourage within for something else to find
Solution to grief and ways to guide
What to retain and how much to confide

Some of the dead cells start functioning
Inner doors open with lot more probes and questioning
Pro and cons for reasonable way out
This is what the meditation and healing is about

The answer lies within us and is not beyond reach
We need to go in open for areas to preach
Have to find state of mind to go in for search
The mental satisfaction is definitely arrived as such

How much nature appeal when we are off from crowded place?
Lovely moments to enjoy with no one behind us to chase
Completely cut off from worldly sins to over come the stress
No more worry lines to be reflected and seen on the face

You have unlimited space to venture when find alone
Some of the areas are shut and permanently done with
Mind constantly harp on the things of by gone
Catch something new as lessons are to be pursued upon

I have found it out to be reasonable
You may always be seized with problems even if capable
It may compel you to be slave of some habits
You may have no time or in position to correct it or delete

Have liberty of spending good time in new environment
It may grant you enough of time to make fine movement
You may have good control over the delicate situation
An ability to live in and move ahead without discontinuation

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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And I asked

How are you and where are you? ‘
Would you mind if I ask something to you?
Urge ran high so I asked you,
Do you think it right if I so ask you?

You were so nice and dear,
You are far away but still I could hear,
Pain is running high but I will have to bear
I can find no means to stay very near,

Did I try to displease or tried to offend?
I have lived so simple and also tried to mend
flowers and roses have found their way
I could find no easy way to offer or say

I dreamt about you and thought of your glamour
You may be as beautiful and delicate as flower
I wanted to ask you the same for an answer
I was hesitant to get reply from you however

I could make little imprint in the mind
I tried to draw different lines to find
Exact picture of you for my satisfaction
Still it was distinct possibility and out of question

I asked the one from you for simple reference
You were annoyed and drew different inference
You were averse to meet my demand
You gave cold reception and took me to remand

You declined for a simple photo,
Even I had no bad intention or motto,
still asked for a flicker,
But alas! You proved as tinker,

had it not been the business in your blood?
You would have rushed to me like flood
Since I was sincere and gentleman
You were acting s perfect business woman

Do you consider love as commodity?
Do you find nay use in its continuity?
I have always considered it as strong bond
I am like fish and can’t live without pond

It must result in happiness with a reality
It has to be reunion with rare quality
Let us not create any rift or look with farce
Let all heavenly bodies smile at us including

I have found in you always a rare treasure
it gives enjoyment which can’t be measured
Safety and security I always assure,
but you buckled under normal pressure,

what would happen next I don't know?
In a prayer I wish her happiness and bow,
Still it remains mystery for no reason
It can puzzle me more as person

You may stay calm and cool,
All will be fine and I only remain fool,
I wish it to happen sincerely
It will be good combination and considered rarely

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Visiting Aunts

This is a memory from my childhood, when I was about Nine years old.

The visiting Aunts have come through the door,
They haven't been here for six months or more,
Their presence is such an incredible bore,
Well I think so!

The visiting Aunts are so out of date,
I soon noticed that when they came through the gate,
Their dresses date back to nineteen-o-eight,
Well I think so!

The visiting Aunts have kisses that smother,
With whiskery chins as one will discover,
Each one is just as bad as the other,
Well I think so!

The visiting Aunts look all around our place,
Tutting and waving their hands, so the lace
Which encircles their wrists shakes a pace,
Why don't they go!

The visiting Aunts are staying to tea,
They're both very fat and will eat more than me,
There'll be nothing left, just you wait and see,
I told you so!

The visiting Aunts they gossip away,
About this and that and 'not in our day',
They never will listen to what others say,
I really feel low!

The visiting Aunts say it's a disgrace,
The way I'm allowed to get dirt on my face,
And go running around with an undone shoelace,
Well, I can't tie a bow!

The visiting Aunts have had 'forty winks',
Mother had said they will go soon, she thinks,
They're both motionless like a couple of sphinx,
Why don't they go!

The visiting Aunts are off down the lane,
Thank goodness they've gone now, they're really a pain, .
I hope that they never visit again,
Please, days go slow!

poem by Ernestine Northover
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Argumentative echo

A maiden learnt that her mother was growing frail,
And while visiting her she got lost in a vale,
There she was foolish enough to try to be heard,
Even though finding an audience was absurd,
Surprisingly a woman replied from ahead,
However she only repeated what was said,
And since the girl failed to find out the stranger's name,
She likened her to a Greek nymph that obtained fame,
The girl asked what was the best way in which to go,
The reply turned out to be of little help though,
The girl grew angry and tired of playing games,
And how the echo reacted was much the same,
After yet more snubbed questions the girl had enough,
Correspondingly the echo got in a huff,
The maiden could not stay and waste more of the day,
So she said good-bye and promptly went on her way.

poem by Christian Lacdael
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A far end

I visualize the far end
It had always remained my trend
To thinks of foes and friends
To support and ready for good wishes to send

I have sensed the futility of such hunt
Life had remained difficult and bore the burnt
It has taught me to be tolerant and submissive
There lies humbleness in not to take but to give

Why is that I have been hunted all along?
I find it alright and absolutely nothing wrong
Why people offer me brickbats for simple song?
I am always with them finding nicely among

It may be nice way of repaying in their opinion
It may be best way to offer the opposition
I still find it right and best composition
It pays me well with my position

God has given me everything to feel happy with
I never have to express anger with closing the teeth
I go silently and meet the people with open smile
It gives me course and stand to walk for an extra mile

I might have not fared well with inner conscience
It might have been out of tune with its presence
Sometimes it proves deterrent if behaved in nice way
It is landing in trouble and dragging us away

It was sill long way to go and sustain
I did all possible to remain calm and maintain
It proved not to the extent possible
I always found it difficult and impossible

I lie with satisfaction on the bed
I find everything in flames and red
I know it will be just matter of time
I may be punished by some one for my crime

I breathe happily in peace with satisfaction
It is definitely a good sign and indication
You fear it most when reach to the dead end
It does not spare either foes or friends

There is no use to lament and cry
You should not back and ask why?
Neither there is any necessarily to feel bad
Nor is there any use to feel guilty and sad

It is universal truth that one has to depart
You try to retain nothing but impart
It will always give you inner happiness
It will grant you honor and closeness

I may look towards apostles with immense trust
It makes me feel good and it is really must
It will save me from possible embarrassment
I have prepared to leave the stage at any moment

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Parables of Jesus: ‘The Lost Sheep’

A shepherd with his hundred sheep,
Was grazing them in a meadow green;
When to his horror he noticed
That one was missing from the flock:
‘It wandered off and had got lost! ’
‘It wandered off and had got lost! ’

He left the ninety-nine behind
In the open, open country-side;
He went in search of the missing one,
And finding, lifted it with love,
Placed it on his shoulders, neck,
And came back to his flock with joy;
And came back to his flock with joy.

“Rejoice! I’ve found my sheep,
Just one out of a hundred fold,
One that was lost sometime ago,
I love it dearly anyhow!
Rejoice, my friends and neighbors all,
The sheep that was lost is found;
The sheep that was lost is found! ”

Sheep that was lost is like a soul,
Afilled with sins, and far from God;
And when a sinner repents then,
There’s much rejoicing in heaven;
There’s much rejoicing in heaven!

Lost sheep is like a sinner who
Commits sins and has strayed from God;
But God of love for all creatures,
Seeks him out without delay when
He has atoned for his sins,
And soul comes back to Maker’s fold;
And soul comes back to Maker’s fold.

The Good Shepherd – Lord Jesus Christ
Was sent to earth to be born man
in utter poverty and strife,
And suffer for the sins of all;
And suffer for the sins of all.

He came to earth to preach God’s Word
Of forgiveness of mankind’s sins;
He sought just sinners and not saints,
And made their hearts truly repent,
And saved them from the fiery hell,
Whither unrepentant souls go;
Whither unrepentant souls go.

The Good Shepherd is Jesus Christ,
Who came to preach the Word of God;
He sought the sinners’ souls all lost,
Explained to them about God’s love,
And the need to feel sorry,
As God’s ready to forgive sins,
No matter how many / grievous;
No matter how many / grievous!

Joy fills heaven, Abode of God,
And angels rejoice much more when
A penitent sinner repents,
And soul embraces God again;
And soul embraces God again;

poem by John Celes
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Life in Motion

I am not regular visitor
To shrines, churches or mosques
Yet I believe firmly in creator
But I find long wait and queues

I am blessed with his kind eye
That sees whole universe with smile
I find no tense moments when stat to write
As the wind carries in sky my little kite

We are held firmly by his wishes
How many may be daily waiting to perish?
Some may be parting with so much pleasure!
And some may be unfulfilled with discomfort and unsure

I did the work with difference
Projected all views through sentences
Might have gone here and there without precision
Yet that was perfect moment with clear decision

I knew no meaning of good poetry
I thought it may fine putting of words like good oratory
It proved little difficult when put into practice
It seemed all the more difficult to fulfill promises

It remained very in tense at heart
Some one rightly said” it is prayer with art”
Not all can sing a praises in his songs
As we are selfish and prove all the time wrong

My heart aches when hear some bitter words
I don’t take it to heart and believe in lord
I close eyes and pray for next good moment
Never bear a grudge in mind or lament

This makes me less vulnerable
I am more confident and capable
Poetic words flow from innocent heart
I think life can make with it a good start

What else can I do to project it properly?
But I have found the way to feel it happily
I think it is pure grace that poems flow directly
Those words create some harmony in mind divinely

Sure those words may be cutting across
People may be finding it boring or clear loss
I take it simple way of reaching to kind people
If little can be done to relieve their problems and troubles

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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