Related quotes: Painted with natural brush, Butterflies...

Butterflies around

Painted with natural brush,
Butterflies around plants and bush
I run after them to catch live,
Kids insisting for catch not one but five,

Stayed almost with colourful life,
Spacious bungalow with beautiful wife,
Lavish parties with friends around,
Joy and happiness always found,

Time was passing with precise clock,
Morning started with splendid voice of cock,
Cool breeze, little dews with bright shine,
Life seemed to be easy and passing fine,

Suddenly it sensed I am running out of time,
Something to be done for unfinished goal prime,
planned absolutely nothing for future days,
Though friends suggested and showed the ways,

What did worry me the most?
Were the precious life days stand lost?
Does that it mean to suffer very high cost?
Waited for message to come by post?

I thought of going for final count down,
Destiny was certain and almost known,
The slight thought sent me a chilled wave,
Holding of defeatist views but putting up of front brave,

Days did not pass as I wanted,
Went to holy places and hymns chanted?
Prayed for easy and smooth passage for life journey,
Three fourth of it went for marry making and collecting honey

Success and failure had no other key,
I ran after money like mad monkey,
It was just craze and blind rush,
All luxury at disposal still more the push,

No use to go down or look at the back,
Time wasd nearing end and waiting for final pack,
Realized it so late that nothing will accompany,
Wife, son, daughter or no more holding of company

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Related quotes

I was too....

I was too busy to concentrate on daughter
With her funny ways I used to burst in laughter
Such was her sweet voice and innocent face
I was running behind her with little slow space

Days were riding on with high speed wind
Where was the time to think and find?
She was growing with faster pace
I too was too left out of the race

Alas! I could stop the time with imagination
She was lovely child borne out of good combination
Life was full of joy and she was our only hope
Suddenly I found myself walking on tight rope

It increased my pulse rate as it reminded me of something
She was opening up
as rose and I was ageing
What would be her fate or future in coming days?
What should I do for her to find the easy ways?

Her innocent days were just yesterday’s talk
It was gripping my mind when I used to go for walk
Was it not the genuine concern on part of father?
The thought itself was driving me further and further

She must be parted with very good education
At no stage in life she should feel alone or suffocation
She must have all the training as required
I immediately put my plan in action and enquired

She will come out as brilliant child
Intelligent, wise, beautiful and mild
She must be at heart very generous and kind
No one would think bad of her and mind

Normally what all parents think and do?
Wish that their kids prosper and pass through
Nothing should hamper their growth and future
They should get settled in their life tenure

I was no exception and thought the same
Her young age and maturity all off suddenly came
It left me thinking and in state of panic
It was not matter of joke or place for picnic

The Concern and fear made my nights barren
Change was unexpected and came all of sudden
I used to murmur in sleep and sake up at night’
“Must think and take steps” I thought it right

As wife had left amidst half way of the sea
She was only child of our love of tree
It was my only desire to see her in comforts
I had to concentrate my energy and double the efforts

I am very much sure of her golden days
She is humorous but must find ways
I have high hope in her to top and excel
Life should not contentious and pass well

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

A time and wounds

Time and wounds heal with passage
This is important and very good message
We can run the life the smoothly and manage
This wisdom can come only with the age

Life is not smooth journey
It has to be spent with good company
Family and friends may stand by and accompany
it may pass of peacefully and smoothly

we have witnessed many ups and down
little set back make us upset and frown
Generally we tend to take it as challenge
We extract some benefit and mileage

We die and survive each moment
There is constant improvement and movement
We seek good passage one after another
Many times we escape unhurt by flicker

Life is to be considered as passing phase
It must be lead with curiosity and at ease
If it is spent in luxury then we may not know
Many challenges even if given or thrown

The long struggle has worn us out
We may be phasing compete rout
We will find no way coming through
This is test of time and very true

I would still appreciate and stand
For putting brave front and keeping the trend
As life is just beginning and not the end
There is always scope for improvement or to mend

There has to be clear emphasis
This must for very good basis
The time may emerge with thin phase
We must be aware and ready to win the race

You may sail through and reach the shore
You must have forsight and vision to explore
You must have appetite for more and more
This is how life is to be understood and stand for

You must have clear goal and ideal
It should be looked upon as real
There is no alternative or short cut
Best efforts have to be put

The river path is not created I a day
It has taken very long way
She might have dried out before reaching
Still she has not left the path for searching

You may face hurdles or road blocks
The path may develop several cracks
It may look also hazardous and dangerous
It may be countless or numerous

Let it be taken as prime responsibility
We have sense and full ability
It has to be with some purpose and aim
We may be then in position to claim

So let us find some solution
Think surely and pass the resolution
That may ultimately prevail at the end
The world may be liked by us as friend

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Fateful days of life

It is believed that all pairs are decided in heaven,
Many agree and accept golden phrase even,
Lucky are those who get desired partner,
Unlucky are those who become good listener,

God gave us sense to think good or bad,
Some doesn’t learn even after becoming dad,
Life seems to them on earth like living hell,
Nothing goes right for them and not doing well,

Knowing fully well but still trying to knot,
Never asked question about it is for what?
All were going for marriage so did I?
Never knew it well before we met eyes

Initial days were fine and not so boring,
Problems were few but gradually started pouring,
Preferred living out and most on touring,
Relations got strained and started soaring,

Never tried to know what exactly was matter,
Time was running out to be found it later,
In my own house I have became waiter,
Sometimes she called me fool and also liar,

Happy days were those when I had good freedom,
I used to enjoy more except facing boredom,
Never had it occurred or idea entered seldom,
To marry in life was step taken with wisdom.

It is jokingly said marriage is like sweet,
Person may enjoy when first time they meet,
Who is not marrying may suffer it later most,
As what is test of sweet is permanently lost,

Life is not easy and someone may outcry,
Why did he marry without knowing why?
It is easy to watch birds moving in the sky,
Wings may be weak but always ready to fly,

Life can be made better like In heaven
facing all odds still trying for even,
new views to be injected and made life joyful,
Life is worth living after making it beautiful

After all who are we to make it hell?
When going is smooth and ending very well
why to think of woes and more stories to tell?
It tatantamounts to cheating as soul is for sales

Life may move freely as two wheels of vehicle
It may have good tuning and sound musical
It may have ups and down and more woes to add
Life is all about surprises with mixture of good and bad

Joy and sadness is part of the life
it is always in the hands of wife
if she is determined to remain calm and loyal
Life may not be living hell but gorgeous like royal

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Time Of My Life

Sometimes I'm just thinking,
that I got the best time of my life
I've been with my girl for seven years now
and I got the sweetest dog that,
trust me forever
After school I took my chances,
continued to do the things I love
And now I find that I was right,
I'm 26 now still I
do what I want to,
And the days are passing by,
and now I realize that I've got the time of my life
Time of my life
and the days are passing by...
Now I sit here thinking,
about the best time of my life.
so many years I've been with my band now
and four of my best friends they still
trust me forever
And still the days are passing by
now I realize, still I've got the time of my life
Time of my life
and the days are passing by... etc.

song performed by by H-BlockX
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!

Within Easy Reach

'You have brain tumor and few days to live'
My eyes remained wide and hardly could believe
I had few problems with my headache and food appetite
No hunger, anger in no time and less sleep in nights

I had observed this change since many days
I was well off and had enough of means to find the ways
The medical cure was distinct possibility
I lost no hope for future and trusted the final destiny

I had been different for all these years
Life had posed so many difficulties with fears
I only know how could I come out of such stage?
The hunger felt for many days could not have been written on page?

I had taken vow not to suffer any more poverty
It was certainly curse on the person and humanity
How can any single soul sleep without meal?
It was felt badly by me as an unequal deal

I thought for a while an worked day and time
I forgot to take regular meal even sometimes
I cared for no day and night and thrived to collect money
I thought this was the only means and successful key

Not to mention means or make note of my journey
I had taken it as challenge and demand of the destiny
For me means was no end but a start of first step
The water was to flow smoothly from the water tap

The wealth flowed in enormous quantity
It was purely credited to my personal capability
I had worked day and night to come up to that level
Rest everything spoke of my success and story to tell

In doing so I deteriorated my health
Nothing could come to my rescue including wealth
For the first time my spine shivered
Death was smile from distance and murmured

My story may not be different from others
So many die in streets and so many die in field like soldiers
Yet death takes them over even if they are poor or rich
Life can be made beautiful and within easy reach

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Golden phrase

It is believed that all pairs are decided in heaven
Many agree to and accept “golden phrase” even
Lucky are those who get best partner
Unlucky are those who become good listener

God gave us sense to think good or bad
Some people don't learn even after becoming dad
Life on earth seems to them like living hell
Nothing goes right for them to do the well

Knowing fully well the result they are still trying to knot
Never asked question about fate or asked what?
All were going for marriage so did I?
Never knew it well before we met our eyes

Initial days were fine and not so boring
Problems were few but gradually started pouring
I preferred living out and spent most on touring,
Relations got strained and started soaring

Never tried to know what exactly was the matter?
Time was running out as it was to be found it later
In my own house I became waiter
Sometimes she called me fool and also liar

Happy days were those when I had good freedom
I used to enjoy more except facing boredom,
Never had it occurred or idea entered seldom,
To marry in life was the step to be taken with wisdom.

It is jokingly said marriage is like sweet
Person may enjoy when first time they meet,
Who is not marrying may suffer it later most?
The test of sweet will be permanently lost,

Life is not easy and someone may outcry
Why did he marry without knowing why?
It is easy to watch birds moving in the sky
Wings may be weak but always ready to fly

Life can be made better place like In heaven
Facing all odds still trying to make it as even
New views to be injected and life made joyful
Life must be made worth living after making it beautiful

After all who are we to make it hell?
When it’s going is smooth and ending very well
Why to think of woes and more stories to tell?
It may hurt your soul as it is not for sales

Life may move freely like two wheels of vehicle
It may have good tuning and sound like musical
It may have ups and down with more woes to add
Life is full of surprises with mixture of good and bad

Joy and sadness is part of the life
It is always there but in the hands of wife
If she is determined to remain calm and loyal
Life may be worth living and gorgeous like royal

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Moonshine

Floating in the everglades
Faces lit in sun
A moon that lights a thousand ways across
Is company for one
Ooh wont you come back to me
Ooh wont you shine out for me
Falling down from grace
In houses made for one
Holding matches til they burn away
Ashes to the wind
Ooh wont you come back to me
Ooh wont you shine out for me
Only you, its only for you
Always true
But time is passing by
Only you
Always you
But every time we cry
We wave the sun goodbye
Moonshine
Desolate the renegades
Poisoned tongues persuade
Take the hand that carried you above
Oceans to the grave
Ooh wont you come back to me
Ooh wont you shine out for me
Only you, its only for you
Always true
But time is passing by
Only you
Always you
But every time we cry
We wave the sun goodbye
Moonshine
Tear yourself, you tear yourself.... (repeat)
Going over every minute every second in your mind
Turning over catching fragments of a life before you die
Going over every second, every minute left behind...
Its only for you
Always true
But time is passing by
Only you, always you
But every time we cry
We wave the sun goodbye
Moonshine
Only you, its only for you
Always true
But time is passing by
Only you
Always you
But every time we cry
We wave the sun goodbye
Moonshine

song performed by by Feeder
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!

It Is But Natural And Not Final

It is but natural
Life is final
And we are blossoming
Like flower.

We have no other intention
But to smile
And that is ours.

And we are consuming
Our days like smoke
And withering ourselves
That is not to be revoke.

We have nothing to lose
We know and nothing is ours
And we know we are passing
Over the cloud over the sky
Over the wind above the earth
Above the chariot that is with us.

And it is the life
Within the boundary of yours
We are passing over
The winter and the spring
And we have checked the field
That make us mild.

It is but natural
This is not final
This life and this hive.

poem by Gajanan Mishra
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Papa do you know?

Do you know papa? '
How much I love you as Kid?
I am on earth but have no such lid,
How to express words but make strong bid,
All because of you papa,

Mom gave me all happiness of life,
Not looked beautiful but stayed as your wife,
Life not easy for her but an edge of knife,
She still lived on and you too papa,

You gave us all what we needed,
We too never asked but you always heeded,
Papa only your affection we always wanted,
Mom stayed cool and home she stayed,

You being gorgeous and even so gracious,
life was smooth and even so precious,
Never in our life we remained so conscious,
Life did not stop and ran continuous,

You were so kind and also generous,
Never we thought, you can be vicious,
Next to HIM and we thought you so pious,
Like beautiful flowers as pond’s have lotus,

You were real beacon and remained our guide,
we found no ills and you also never hide,
Always you did good and made us confide,
Shun all narrow thoughts still so wide

You were towering strength,
tried to measure length but not found,
Inferno in mind but mild at heart,
Never shown wildness but always smart,

Mom kind and easy still totally unaware,
Stayed even calm even warned to be aware,
It was her life thus preferred ignore,
Slept she well in night with big snore,

Never was hitch or problem of any kind,
nature also stayed cool and blew no wind,
Never rough weather and solution we find,
All his words as gospel and we always bind,

Altogether we lead and shared it lovely,
happy was life and felt it homely,
Not always you found earth so heavenly,
Credit to goes to none but attitude fatherly,

I prayed God to shower us with bless,
bestow on us father kind and no less,
Let all know better what the myth is called love,
who knows better than the water and dove,

I shall love you more and to cherish,
Even to my breath till I perish,
Life you may have hard or lavish,
I shall end word with papa and finish,

What could be life without your being?
No happy moments and no song to sing,
Not sincere prayer and church’s bell ring,
All will be slaves not without a king,

Papa should I tell you or do you know?
Light may be there but the lamp not glow,
heavy may be storm and wind also blow,
in your absence it will be hard to grow,

Nothing can dislodge and wash us away,
flood water can keep us only at bay,
Still we may stick and remain in fray,
Till you have sway and your final way

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

A love for papa

Do you know papa?
How much I love you as Kid?
I am on earth but have no such lid,
How to express words but make strong bid,
All because of you papa,

Mom gave me all happiness in life,
Not looked so beautiful but stayed as your wife,
Life was not easy for her but an edge of knife,
She still lived on and you too know it papa,

You gave us all what we needed,
We too never asked but you always heeded,
Papa only your affection we always wanted,
Mom stayed cool and home she stayed,

You being gorgeous and even so gracious,
life was smooth and even so precious,
Never in our life we remained so conscious,
Life did not stop and ran as continuous,