Can Any One Explain
Can any one explain?
How does people maintain?
The popularity chain
On top to remain
I fail to understand
What is their stand?
To keep others off in competition
What sort of key they hold for ignition
One remains on top all of sudden
Their names doesn't appear in main list even
They come like rainy cloud
I find no specific contribution to speak loud
I have no appetite for first position
But find it fishy and feel little odd composition
Literature is such holy field
Only deserving people should be praised and held
With lots of hard work and input
I find myself simply cut
From coming near to the goal
As some one suddenly appears from behind as ghost
I congratulate all who support such move
Try nothing to encourage talent and improve
Rather indulge in praising at personal level
I salute to all if such is the intention to excel
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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All about fate
Before you come to know about fate
Before it is realized or come to know very late
Take it on with full and final assault
Nothing should termed then as your fault
You are destined to meet certain things
I may result concrete or into anything
You may have some satisfaction of trying
You may accept it as final without crying
It is how life moves on with all ups and down
You may gain the popularity and be the talk of town
Your name may sometimes be dragged in controversy
You have the ability to come out of it with diplomacy
It is personal matter and has its own charm
It may always help and not result into any harm
You are to maintain relations very warm
There is no need to worry or feel alarmed
You might be carried away by strong wind
You may have awkward position to find
People may try to be hostile and unkind
You got to come out of it and don’t mind
No one can alter the position
It is blended in nice composition
There is no disbelief or superstition
It comes to life with some ignition
It may add to our woe
It may unseat you or throw
Amidst all you have to grow
Stick o position and sustain the blow
You are gifted with powers to change
You have ability to write on page
It is the strong resolve that may create history
Success only as others to leave behind as mystery
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Sentimental fool
Most intelligent people are considered as sentimental fool
Think too much from different angle and don’t take it cool
Boys or girls are judged best from their initial days in school
Come together at different level but drawn from same pool
Is this so because God has made us little intelligent
Do we consider ourselves as super human or agent?
Why do we take everything from different prospective?
Put extra efforts in solving the problem by being too active
Animals too have mind but not that of human being
They do act, react and behave in no manner like thing
Here it comes to act as difference with fertile mind
Some fine blend of people act funny to look unkind
Mind goes in a direction which is totally unwarranted
Don’t think it positive when actually required and wanted
They find themselves in awkward position and shunted
They remain confined and their move is always blunted
After all it is human being tendency to act or behave
They will think at length difference between have-not’s and have
Unnecessary conclusions and prolonged debate
Simple bogey raised and novel methods to combat
This doesn’t find favor with common people or man
They too have common sense and all capacity as human
Nothing prevents them from being turning into lukewarm
Intelligentsia loose the sympathy and relation doesn’t remain warm
They have their own novel ideas which doesn’t attract
They remain aloof and don’t come into contact or react
It is secluded environment for then which forbade to interact
This is how they have come into being and is simple fact
May be it is possible they have super human mind too
Many ordinary people may not have vision to look through
They will find it extremely difficult to grasp the views
To some it will be simply unbearable and find favor with only few
Their contribution in some of the fields have been unique
They have suffered so much from their own critics
It is strong resolve on their part to sail through with wisdom
Anything could have been nightmare and result of course seldom
Scientists, doctors and researchers fall in this special category
They have different approach and goal to pursue with philosophy
It is their natural talent that has brought us to the new era
Definitely they deserve our sympathy little care extra
Let us be not be that selfish to term them sentimental fool
They are powerful instrument, medium or tool
It is, however, we are all in the same boat
It is fine oratory, example or beautiful quote
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Find little favor
Readers are like bournvita tonic
Create stir in mind with panic
They reflect the opinion with precise comment
Make to rejoice or to feel bad with no room to resent
I feel certainly at heart
It touches like pointer from the start
Leaves behind some impression of imperfection
A remedy that is needed for speedy rectification
Poems with no message find little favor
Create an image for poet with some kind of honor
A rare gesture of achievement for an individual
Not to be taken in isolation or treated as casual
Poems do matter less
But not in all the cases
How great I feel at heart?
When they pass comments to appreciate the craft
I may and in fact all must observe
Dedicate self for cause to serve
It may not create impact soon
But help others to see shining sun
We are the reflection and true medium
Not all may come up with same level or maximum
Yet their intention can be well read between lines
Many issues remain on fore and many can remain on side lines
It is always good to be aligned live with communication
Respond to their observation with quick and find quotation
Well judged reply may move them from their stated position
Understand the point and support the well crafted composition
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Fake Poets
It is nice o admit
But it doesn't fit,
The idea can be taken from concept,
Rest all can be yours and kept
Take for granted about nature
How can one say that concept is stolen?
Because he thought of nature and you picked it sudden
Then it can’t be said it is copied even
You might have left behind some clues
The poem night have not been given enough views
This can be added or reflected as of your own
Else everything else is prevalent and known
Let people venture in philosophical world
There they might develop little cold
As it will not be anybody’s field
As poet you have to struggle and ideas to be filled
To pick complete sentences and make formation
Present it as if it belonged to person as new composition
Then it won’t create much impact and cut much ice
As it lacks talent and have no strength with promises
How many writers find a bright day?
Next day breeze will be flown away
What will remain behind is anybody’s guess
Dull future with no little to show on pale face
It is good if you are talented
Pick from bottom and reversely presented
Yet it may not speak and carry with original plot
He may find it difficult to judge whether he succeeded or not
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Prize For Comments
I wish here a good prize for comments
It may then be called nice movement
Rare phenomena to encourage new poets
Who otherwise remain in oblivion and prefer to be quiet
We can force no one to read
Yet can provide clue to lead
A momentum to make thrust
For developing skill and trust
Generally I see prominent people find the place
Rest all are seemed to be left out of race
Only few people adore the quarter
Rest all are awaiting break for their starter
Poems do emerge in human mind
As it is divine place to rest and find
What can be beneficial to intelligent people?
As rest even may not understand after making great struggle
I wish and plead for something to prove concrete
Let for one post at least two new comers are greeted
With the deserving comment if that is due
If not by readers then editors must view
With this noble ideas the base may be expanded
The courtesy and honor must be extended
We may have lot many hidden jewels
Those may find light and certainly excel
Just a wish and nothing in person
Yet that must be taken positively with reasons
We may surely fuel the new energy on horizon
Where old and new may combined from all zones
It may not take place in days ahead
But my humble views may certainly be read
Any attempt at revival may afterward then be certainly dead
If we fail to gasp the mood and provide the lead
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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No One Can Defy
No one can defy
No one can deny
The truth behind
One must try to find
Who we are?
What for we are?
Why stars are far?
What on earth we are for!
Not much to break
Not so loud to speak
Feel great and not weak
Embrace the people and greet
Love is only message
Was yesterday, may remain tomorrow and for ages
I feel strange but agree
As we are human being and very free
I shall and forever
Forget not ever
Just be in me for time to come
Stand in wait and always welcome
I wish to cry
But may be futile try
She will not tolerate and feel shy
Why at all then I must attempt to fly?
Mari to carry my entire burden
But she did not promise it all of sudden
She has waited to respond
I stand still as am very fond
I fly in air only to come back
Find the truth so much at stake
What if she refuses to align?
I must take course and safely resign
I should not be selfish
Every one is going to perish
Let there be honor and trust
What is to be left behind is clear and must
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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God Is The Main One
I know I am on no one's 'Favorite Things to Do' list.
It has been a long time since I've been twenty one.
I don't have money in the bank.
No home I own,
Or car to drive.
I am among many...
Who do what they can to survive.
My hair is grey,
And will hopefully turn white.
I've been married before!
Even done that twice.
But I do feel blessed,
With health I maintain.
I'm grateful to say...
'Thank God I've remain sane! '
My social life is zero.
And I'm no hero to no one.
However...
You are in no position to assess my life.
I enjoy the peace of mind I have.
And the things I do...
I like!
I don't apologize for anything done that I did.
When I walk I do that proudly.
Caring less about those who can not forget or forgive.
Today very few have options.
They have lived for things,
Now to find them meaningless.
And I may have nothing to show you I possess.
Although you appear to have everything.
Except the presence of happiness.
And a life without happiness...
Can not fully be expressed!
You see the sky?
Without a cloud and exposing Sun?
That's the way I feel!
Dismissing anyone who believes,
I'm the one they can look down upon.
Like others receiving judgements,
By those doing that as a means to have fun!
And God is the Main One in my life,
That's got me like that!
And I'll leave 'that' with you!
You can look away if you wish.
Since you have nothing...
To keep me here,
I find benefits or attract!
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Miser by nature
Human being is miser by nature
But very much intelligent for sure
It is good quality to spend with calculation
That enhances prestige and relation
Think of reputation when you take something on loan
Hold back and silently swallow with no intention to return
Under such circumstances this quality stands good
People have known it and surely understood
It is very hard to take out single pence from pocket
That too from other person without his being let
If you can do it then it can be considered as extra intelligence
You can amass wealth in no time with golden chance
Many poets write their creative work for some appreciation
Some of them shine extra ordinarily and some still remain with confusion
Everybody wants quick response from readers
But none wants to put their effort for ordinary writers
Writers suffer and in turn suffer literature
Only set poets come forward with their future
Some form syndicate and get quick response
Others watch helplessly and remain tense
It helps in long run even if talent not recognized
As short cuts don't help and remain non- obliged
Fine poems find their place in the assured slot
It is moon coming out of dark clouds after bravely fought
Let no path be blocked for simple reason
It takes years of great struggle for person
To gain a name and find some respectability
It speaks of fine creation with super quality
I speak for no one and claim no immunity
It is grace from god and surely a gift of divinity
No one can write simple words for mass appeal
Nice poets may find place and other's fate may be sealed
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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How To Feel Free
You had clear stand
Made other people to understand
How life can be tackled?
Save precious time and led
Now you find life to be gem
As you have understood them
Life has been made easy
With the blessings from almighty
You were not jealous
But kept life continuous
Without any reward
But looking forward
No one sided with you
As they found it not true
You were unmoved
Took no steps for fears to be removed
It was not your concern
They had to check it in turn
Truth can never remain hidden
It has to appear any time even
Sun can remain hidden behind clouds
But success may speak very loud
Sun will emerge when clouds are moved
So is the noble man and his work proved
You need not worry
Or feel bad with sorry
Life was never a burden to carry
It was in fact a smooth journey
So move ahead with vision
Let there remain no confusion
You the master and you are the key
You have to decide as how to feel free
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Somebody To Love
Can anybody find me
Somebody to love?
Each morning I get up I die a little
Cant barely stand on my feet
Take a look in the mirror and cry
Lord, what youre doing to me
I have spent all my years in believing you
But I just cant get no relief, lord
Somebody, somebody
Can anybody find me someone to love
I work hard everyday of my life
I work till I ache my bones
At the end I take home my
Hard earned pay all of my own
I get down on my knees and I start to pray
til the tears run down from my eyes, lord
Somebody, somebody
Can anybody find me somebody to love
Everyday I try and I try
But everybody want to put me down
They say Im goin crazy
They say I got a lot of water in my brain
Got no common sense
I got nobody to believe
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ooh, somebody
Somebody can anybody find me
Somebody to love
Got no feel, I got no rhythm
I just keep losing my beat
Im ok, Im alright
Aint gonna face no defeat
I just got to get out of this prison cell
One day Im gonna be free, lord
Find me somebody to love
Find me somebody to love
Find me somebody to love
Find me somebody to love
Find me somebody to love
Find me somebody to love
Find me somebody to love
Find me somebody to love
Find me somebody to love
Somebody, somebody, somebody, somebody
Somebody find me somebody
Find me somebody to love
Can anybody find me
Somebody to love
Find me somebody to love!
Find me somebody to love!
Find me, find me, find me, find me
song performed by by George Michael
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I write...
How badly a poet feels when his articles go unread?
Get no cooperation from fellow poets for further lead
How narrow interest has shadowed the real talent?
Old poets did so much but today we can only resent
There may be many reasons and probably the time factor
Who has the time to come out in and see the moon in sector?
The moon, stars, and sky have permanence in feature
So nothing to look at them as they don't make our future
What do we find when look at some of the creations?
Lot of confusion with innumerable questions
I find hard going with concept and logic behind
Even so much eagerness on their part but approach very unkind
I blame none but changing scenes
No one can exactly predict and prefer to be seen
Even though they may be interested and very keen
The confinement nature hunts mind or appears to have been
Poet may go on writing but may not find favor
Not that those articles are bad or find no natural flavor
Still some of the poets may go out of the way and appreciate
This gesture somewhat appears to be managing and relate
I would love if little time is spared for emerging poets
They come with full force but find no favor and then remain quiet
It is like river flow in monsoon when in spate
Nothing is sure about and left everything to fate
If stage is decorated for the performance of the artists
And find is no audience to clap each one among the lists
Then no one may dare and ever attempt for another show
The movement comes to standstill and restricts the flow
The creations may certainly find favor if not day then tomorrow
Yet mind should not disturbed and released free or allowed
There is substance in it and it may pull magnetic way
Sun may shine again and find the promising rays
I write with no reservation or wait for applaud
The work itself may speak in volume and very loud
Ears may refuse to believe when one day you may find surprises
The world may clap over your achievements and suddenly rise
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Song With No Name
Cant sleep, trying hard to find a rhyme
Cant work, I am tired all the time
Cant eat, since my appetite has gone
Cant think, when it started to go wrong
Cant move, Ive no energy at all
Cant see, any end to this in sight
Last week, I could do all of those things
But now, I am just the man who sings
Ive searched around for years and years
Ive drank in bars, destroyed careers
Sold on a need to be famous
Ive seen the good in men survive
Only to fail when I arrive
Convincing them I am blameless
I was the man with future sight
I would change fortunes overnight
Knowing for me it was painless
Cant sleep, trying hard to find a rhyme
Cant work, I am tired all the time
Cant eat, since my appetite has gone
Cant think, when it started to go wrong
Cant move, Ive no energy at all
Cant see, any end to this in sight
Last week, I could do all of those things
But now, I am just the man who sings
One day in april 10.15
Awakened screaming by a dream
Something that touched me was burning
A diamond pin fell from my eye
Then something strange began to cry
Your will can stop this world turning
Since then Ive fought more than I should
Against the will that I withstood
Hoping I could be its master
But now the dream is all I see
There is no hope of breaking free
One song away from disaster
Cant sleep, trying hard to find a rhyme
Cant work, I am tired all the time
Cant eat, since my appetite has gone
Cant think, when it started to go wrong
Cant move, Ive no energy at all
Cant see, any end to this in sight
Last week, I could do all of those things
But now, I am just the man who sings
song performed by by Heaven 17
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It's much more difficult to work on a broad subject than on a specific one, because even if it's hard to find the information, if you look hard enough for something specific you will find it, and you will discover things that you wouldn't have thought of before.
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Scissor Man
Snipping, snipping, snipping goes the scissor man
Putting end to evil doers games
Snipping, snipping, snipping goes the scissor man
Maybe you are in his book of names
Maybe you are in his book of names
So be kind and helpful to your mother
Just think twice before you try and steal
When he cuts with sticky silver snippers
You may find the wounds will never heal
All self made bad boys
If you refuse to believe he exist
You won't be frightened when you find out
You're on his list
You're on his list
You're on his list
So be good and never poison people
Just think twice before the deed is done
When you wake up guilty in the morning
You may find important pieces gone
song performed by by Primus
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For New Poets
How do I feel for new poets?
Generally speaking I prefer to remain quiet
There can stand no other argument
It will derogatory to pass any comment
It is new environment and new concept
So many things to keep in mind and to be kept
I find them of entirely new breed
They are capable and need no feed
What did we do when whole world was in turmoil?
Liberty and freedom was main issue and on boil
How many things we planned and wrote?
Picking right things with references and quotes
Our hard won freedom has now different dimension
Shrouded with mystery and questions
I think today’s scene is quite different
Lot many things are not taken as inherent
Love and piece has taken back seat
False promises are made to look so sweet
No one raises voice or utter a word
No one wants to pick a thread and look little backward
Not that old generation was worth to be extra ordinary
But definitely there was substance and they took it as visionary
What do I find today and feel so sorry?
It lands me in controversy and adds some worry
What has happened to their pen?
They don’t protest for atrocities even
Little accreditation makes them to compromise on vital issues
There is lack of deep penetration for overall views
I don’t think they lack courage
But there is some deficiency to manage
More of negative sides gain momentum
As result the effect remains bare minimum
I would love to salute them also
As they have resolved to move and go
New sun may emerge on sky’s horizon
New fronts will be opened and won
There may remain perceptional difference
We may be erring to draw the inference
Yet the goal remains same for love and peace
Happy voyage to all and spending life at ease
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I never change
Neither I change nor do I arrange
Relation I maintain and not simply manage
what is not good in the morning?
And what we lack in the evening?
How can language change the meaning?
If repeatedly used without meaning?
Good morning can’t be said differently
May be you offer it loudly or gently
I give enough respect and take care
I know disrespect leads no where
if you advise it to copy from some one
it may infuriate the sentiments of everyone
You never call upon one eyed person
to explain how did he loose eyes and for what reason?
Why did he not take for lapses?
That is why he is blind and asks for excuses
Morning, evening and nights are all there
we don’t see them and create difference here,
it is simple feeling that they are?
Why to offer any criticism and face the bar
Nice use of words is always welcome
Deep feeling generate and automatically come
No oratory, high words or any need for eloquence,
Only proper use with correctness should be the sequence
I have my own way of coming across people for dealing
Fine soothing words to offer for immediate healing
Never hurt anyone even for slight context
Words should form integral part of text
One should never change from time to time
He should have in his mind object prime
This will enhance his credibility as whole
It will ensure his position on any pole
You must always stick to your position
It must have its base with fine composition
You may find difficulties with initial transition
You may surely find formidable place for imposition
You can’t change the whole world
They have their on way to hold
What matters most is your vulneribity?
How to steer the course with ability?
You may not come out with flying colors
You will be criticized for faults very minors
Still it is best way to keep calm and silent
Accept all the drawbacks and quietly relent
Your calm and quiet posture will save you from immediate fall
It is essential that you maintain calm and wait for further call
It may bring many surprises to boost your image
It is really very hard to regain and manage
So it is correct not to change in normal ways
It doesn’t lead you anywhere near or pays
It is only your bold initiative and calm nature
That may determine the course of your future
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I went back to graduate school with the clear intention that what I wanted to do with my life was to improve societies, and the way to do that was to find out what made economies work the way they did or fail to work.
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Our Lady Of The Well
It is a dance we do in silence
Far below this morning sun
You in your life, me in mine
We have begun
Here we stand and without speaking
Draw the water from the well
And stare beyond the plains
To where the mountains lie so still
But its a long way that I have come
Across the sand to find this peace among your people in the sun
Where the families work the land as they have always done
Oh its so far the other way my countrys gone
Across my home has grown the shadow
Of a cruel and senseless hand
Though in some strong hearts
The love and truth remain
And it has taken me this distance
And a womans smile to learn
That my heart remains among them
And to them I must return
But its a long way that I have come
Across the sand to find you here among these people in the sun
Where your children will be born
Youll watch them as they run
Oh its so far the other way my life has gone
If you look for me, maria
You will find me in the shade
Wide awake or in a dream
Its hard to tell--
If you come to me, maria
I will show you what Ive made
Its a picture for our lady of the well
song performed by by Jackson Browne
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Dreamy Land
I live on dreamy land
Where you can't find any friend
Love don't mature and end
There leaves behind nothing much to amend
People leave behind pain and agony
This has been experienced by many
So many commit suicides in love race
As they have no courage to hold the face
It is lovely age that demands union
You always go in for best companion
But fail as it does not meet true standard
You look more to backward than forward
You are engulfed with doubts
What will happen and talked about?
It results in the confusion state
You go for more stories to relate
Either of the part feels insecure
As they are not pretty sure
What is the goal before them?
You will be praised and compared to gem
Suddenly you find world doesn't belong to you
Whatever you tried was not meant to be true
You were running after illusory things
You needed more time o try for something
Their beautiful dreamland may turn barren soon
You may feel hot sun in the afternoon
It may burn your skin with lots of problems
The relief may not reach to you without troubles
The moment you feel insecurity
The love evaporates with its quality
What leaves behind is deep shock!
That shall only drain tears from the stock
You are loved for flash and bones
You will be hated when it is gone
Nice romance and love is undone
The last and foremost conclusion is forgone
So have patience in selection
Don't haste in any of the action
If you can endure trauma, shocks and pain
Well, it is left to the individual to think about loss or gain
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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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
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