Cheat no more
I can cheat no more now
So far no good or no bad, any how
Now I am on last leg of journey
Yet I haven’t found the final key
I look back peacefully for honest answer
I have probed mind several times but got no where
It is bothering me from inner depth of conscience
I search for it but get no clue even by chance
Life has passed off like thunder storm
Many up and down still useful and warm
Life was very much enterprising and promising
I took right steps yet something went on missing
Now I have enough of time to think about past misdeeds
But what is use when enough of damage was done with greed
What have I not done to alienate the relatives and close people?
Most undeserving act on my part for fermenting the troubles
“Everything is fair in war and love” was followed with quite zeal
Eve though it was false pretext and far from real
I had lot more in store to hide or conceal
As I was blinded by glitter and went on to make the deals
I have amassed enough of wealth to last for generations
I take pride in having it but internally end up with suffocation
I know the method by which it was accumulated
I regret it now as it is not worth even to be related
It pinches me hard and destroys the inner conscious core
I should not have pursued or gone zealously any more
These are all crocodile tears and I have fully understood
So it hurts me more as it has provided me no good
I think of uneasiness and discomforts that has been inherited
Long nights are troubling for reasons not even merited
It is my own doing and bothers me in this stage
People may pardon with fine gesture as I have reached an old age
Life must be lived on nicely even if it is very hard to sustain
It makes you hard to carry on and maintain
Makes you stubborn not to loose the sight of goal
Rest everything can be put at rest by responding to the call
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Related quotes
No plan to live
I have no plan to live good life
It may be for others like an edge of knife
I am comfortable with it and happy
Everything is going on very easy
Father has left good fortune
Nothing more is required to be done
Rest of the days may also be gone
Life is to be at ease and carefully I have chosen
So there may be many more lucky people like me
Careless, unconcerned an totally free
I shall take nothing into consideration
Enjoy the empire without any question
Father had worked hard to build
There was tremendous growth and enough of yield
I saw him working late nights
I have inherited fortune by right
I shall not work that hard as he did
I have no clue now how to lead
I am afraid to swim in rough sea
Let me think over it and finally see
He had advised me not to spend recklessly
Not a coin should be used excessively
I have kept that advice in mind
I shall seek nothing more to find
He took nothing along with him
Everything is left behind for family team
We all were given full comfort and fine stay
Now he has left us and gone away
I have learnt nothing to expand business
Now I f eel uneasiness on the face
Worry lines sometimes rush and bother
I shall have to depend now on others
It is good to have enough of wealth
To have an expertise enhances the health
Health and wealth combine gives confidence
Life is providing one more opportunity or chance
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Can't be forgotten
Life can’t be forgotten
Wealth should be had but never be ill gotten
Both are very difficult to carry on
Still it must be lived on and won
Death can’t be cheated
As it has something to do with us and related
We may face it as ill fated
Or enjoy it as highly rated
Each stage of life is like rainbow
Welcome all of them and allow
Let one by one row of it be understood
Each row with color stands for and essential as food
Nothing may be remembered by followers
As we all are strangers and passengers
Traveling in same bogey with little space
Yet objecting with dislikes.color and race
All may get down with limited baggage
More weight may not be possible with age
Young may try to have as much as possible
Old people may find it hard to carry with troubles
What is to be preserved and what is to be thrown?
What is to be retained and labeled it as own?
Everything may vanish in little unknown time
We forget hard facts of life sometimes
We may be finished but not the bitterness
Everything takes us over easily and shown on face
We run behind it as totally mad
Result is proved to be futile and turn very sad
Fight it out but not with idea to stick
Play like ball and offer hard kick
Throw it in open field and patiently wait
Accept the goal as accomplishment or fate
It is hard to know or digest
Still it can be considered as best
Finally we have to come down and rest
Whether you take it as challenge or test
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Life Mean To Me Is
Life mean to me is
Full of surprised that is good or bad surprised
It can be tough or easy
Choices it should be what you think
It should be what you want not anyone else
I don't listen or care
I know you will make right one
We all have time when we mistake that
We wish we haven't and take back, but
You can't because it happen when you make adecision unless
You able to fix it
Life mean to me is
Going complaining, but I can overcome it
Everything be ok
I'm losing everyone that I care and love
I feel they give up on me
I be alright again like now
I feel horrible at time
It opens my eyes and makes me think
I need to stop complaining about problems that is gone over and over
I need stop acting like I'm now
I don't care what people think of me
I have done it bad so I'm changing my way
I'm going be ok
Every day is not getting easy
I'm not going let it stop me
I am letting it turn out this way all because of you
I lost most important thing and is you
You are one who turn my life upside down
I was fool for falling over you in first place
I take it on people and I didn't mean too
I know it now than late is good
I'm starting over
It's going to take time
This summer I learned a lot about life and people
I got part of me need to grow up
Right now it in my hand
Time to reach for goal
What life means to me is
Start doing it right
I need to improve myself
I don't want to be like this anymore
Is hard enough already
Don't be hard on yourself
Enjoy life while you have chance
Take a break and have fun
You can't undo what happen already
No matter how much you wish for it
You need to start fresh and over again
Life mean to me is
poem by Christina Phan
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Good Lovin' Is Hard To Find
(Gary Rossington, Johnny Van Zant, Ed King, Robert White Johnson)
Every woman's out there lookin' for a rich man
And every man's out there looking for a perfect ten
Can't always get what you want sometimes
So your better off just takin' what you can
Money won't make you happy baby
And a perfect woman son's gonna make you sad
If you think that's where it's at, then I'm telling you, your wrong
Cause you can have it all one day and then it's gone
You can search all of your life, and still not find
What you want, ain't what you've got
Good lovin' so hard to find
Could this be the right place, at the right time
Good lovin', feels so fine
I just can't get enough
Cause good lovin's hard to find,so hard to find
We all need good lovin'
Ain't talkin' about no one night stand
Some have the touch, and others just a hand
But when you find the right one then you'll understand
Can't always get what you want sometimes
So you're better off just takin' what you can
You can search all of your life, and still not find
What you want ain't what you've got
Good lovin' so hard to find
Could this be the right place at the right time
Good lovin' feels so fine
I just can't get enough, I just can't get enough
Some of that good good love
Some of that good good love
Some of that good, good love
Good lovin'
So hard to find
Good lovin'
Make you loose your mind
Good lovin'
Good good love
Good lovin'
Some of that lovin' baby
song performed by by Lynyrd Skynyrd
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
The Terrible People
People who have what they want are very fond of telling people who haven't what they want that they really don't want it,
And I wish I could afford to gather all such people into a gloomy castle on the Danube and hire half a dozen capable Draculas to haunt it.
I dont' mind their having a lot of money, and I don't care how they employ it,
But I do think that they damn well ought to admit they enjoy it.
But no, they insist on being stealthy
About the pleasures of being wealthy,
And the possession of a handsome annuity
Makes them think that to say how hard it is to make both ends meet is their bounden duity.
You cannot conceive of an occasion
Which will find them without some suitable evasion.
Yes indeed, with argumetsn they are very fecund;
Their first point is that money isn't everything, and that they have no money anyhow is their second.
Some people's money is merited,
And other people's is inherited,
But wherever it comes from,
They talk about it as if it were something you got pink gums from.
Perhaps indeed the possession of wealth is constantly distressing,
But I should be quite willing to assume every curse of wealth if I could at the same time assume every blessing.
The only incurable troubles of the rich are the troubles that money can't cure,
Which is a kind of trouble that is even more troublesome if you are poor.
Certainly there are lots of things in life that money won't buy, but it's very funny -
Have you ever tried to buy them without money?
poem by Ogden Nash
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Good Lovins Hard To Find
(gary rossington, johnnyvan-zant, ed king, robert white johnson)
Every womans out there lookin for a rich man
And every mans out there looking for a perfect ten
Cant always get what you want sometimes
So your better off just takin what you can
Money wont make you happy baby
And a perfect woman sons gonna make you sad
If you think thats where its at, then Im telling you, your wrong
Cause you can have it all one day and then its gone
You can search all of your life, and still not find
What you want, aint what youve got
(chorus)
Good lovin so hard to find
Could this be the right place, at the right time
Good lovin, feels so fine
I just cant get enough
Cause good lovins hard to find,so hard to find
We all need good lovin
Aint talkin about no one night stand
Some have the touch, and others just a hand
But when you find the right one then youll understand
Cant always get what you want sometimes
So youre better off just takin what you can
You can search all of your life, and still not find
What you want aint what youve got
(chorus)
Good lovin so hard to find
Could this be the right place at the right time
Good lovin feels so fine
I just cant get enough, I just cant get enough
Some of that good good love
Some of that good good love
Some of that good, good love
Good lovin
So hard to find
Good lovin
Make you loose your mind
Good lovin
Good good love
Good lovin
Some of that lovin baby
song performed by by Lynyrd Skynyrd
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Something is Missing
I went to the fun-fair
To have some fun
Had a lot to see
Then went shopping
Bought some goodies
With ‘him’ and ‘them’.
Came back home
With snacks and sweets
Served them all
And savoured it too
Had a nice evening stroll
In the park and streets.
I enjoyed every bit of it
With ‘him’ and ‘them’
And yet I think
And I did feel that
Something was missing…
So now I write
And I ponder too
What is it
That bothers me
And makes me miss
On all such occasions
When I go out and have fun
With ‘him’ and ‘them’.
It was just not today
But almost every day
On all such outings
And “at home” evenings
I do feel that
Something is missing.
And so I delved deeper in me
And thought of that something
Which never misses me
Nor needs me in its life.
Yes – I know it is a living being
And it is so far away
I cannot make it mine
And yet so close
I always feel it is mine.
That very Being so very far
And yet so close
It always makes me feel
Yes – Something is Missing.
So I kept probing further
Into my consciousness
To find the one thing that is there
Yet still “invisible” and just not there.
And I found that
Something is Missing
Is the one and only
Soul-mate I’ve searched all through…
And yet that mate’s soul never found me.
So I’ll keep feeling till the end of my life
That Something is Missing
Till his soul finds me
Or my soul merges into him.
And my search ends
To find us both
Soul-mates forever
For aeons till eternity…
This is just the Beginning
Of a lifetime search
Seeking its End.
And as they say:
It can take years and years
Of lives and births
Till its destination is reached.
For it is the journey of the soul
To seek its Friend.
It could be an endless wait
For many re-births
Of life and death.
And yet, it could be
Worth the Wait
In my soul’s search
For its Soul-Mate.
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Hard Times For An Honest Man
One man does his work
Hes not satisfied not at all
Feels like that hes being used
His self respect starts to fall
His frustration
Runnin very very high he takes it out
On the ones he loves, because its safe
And who they gonna tell
And he hates that cold-bloodedness
That runs inside
Chorus:
Oh yes
Its hard times, for an honest man
Very very hard times
Hard times, for an honest man
Very very hard times
Sister,
Shes got a lot of pride
You can see it when she walks into the room
But shes young
And shes unaware
Of what a brutal world can do to you
So she loves a man
He lies like a dog
Tears her little world all apart
So the walls go up
For the rest of her days
And there aint no man can touch this
Girls heart
Chorus:
Oh yes.
Its hard times, for an honest man
Very very hard times
Hard times, for an honest man
Very very hard times
So we walk
From the front porch to the back yard
Just to laugh and say hello and
Say goodbye
But some days are hard, like a
Soldiers steel-toed boots
And the rent we pay to stay here
Gets high
Chorus:
Oh yes.
Its hard times, for an honest man
Very very hard times
Hard times, for an honest man
Very very hard times
song performed by by John Mellencamp
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
A nice end to finish
It is rightly said that perform or perish
World may not end or finish
The ponds may be full of fishes
You should have will power or powerful wish
What you are expected to perform?
Life full of energy with good reforms
Everything to go on with complete norms
Nothing to worry even if arrival of storms
Will the worries end with our failure?
Will it make strong enough to reassure?
How do we go ahead and make it sure?
How do we make it full proof in our tenure?
We are engulfed with problems from the day one
We cried often but it objected by none
Life may not give you that golden chance again
You must strive hard for the position to regain
Everyday we die of poor performance
We may fail in our young age for romance
whatever we embark upon should have clear goal
It must have backing from the soul
You may go on improving the style
You may succeed also for meanwhile
There may be enough reasons to send you in exile
It is still your domain to work hard and excel
The day may start with new message
You may wish for clear passage
You may go in for it and manage
You may make fine imprint on the page
Live life king size even in distress
It may not help you to remove stress
You may loose your heat in that case
It had to be taken as bad phase
The dark clouds may disappear
You may feel happy and strongly appear
The broad smile may speak of everything
You have attained as result something
It is not the routine on one time affair
To term it in same way may be unfair
Each chance must be availed with great zeal
The live then may be looked enterprising and real
We are not here by simple chance
You must look back and glance
Your past history and experience with maturity
You will be able to improve upon with good quality
Take on zealously with the formidable task
Don’t face it with double standard or wearing the mask
It is the real test for you to come out and prove
You will then definitely emerge as winner and move
Let there be no applause
Leave no room for surprises
The mountain of problems may rise
You must act and constantly revise
Let fortune alone not rule the scene
Your ability also must be seen
You should always be thriving or look very keen
You may not look back when there is definite win
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
A nice end
It is rightly said that perform or perish
World may not end or finish
The ponds may be full of fishes
You should have will power or powerful wish
What you are expected to perform?
Life full of energy with good reforms
Everything to go on with complete norms
Nothing to worry even if arrival of storms
Will the worries end with our failure?
Will it make strong enough to reassure?
How do we go ahead and make it sure?
How do we make it full proof in our tenure?
We are engulfed with problems from the day one
We cried often but it objected by none
Life may not give you that golden chance again
You must strive hard for the position to regain
Everyday we die of poor performance
We may fail in our young age for romance
whatever we embark upon should have clear goal
It must have backing from the soul
You may go on improving the style
You may succeed also for meanwhile
There may be enough reasons to send you in exile
It is still your domain to work hard and excel
The day may start with new message
You may wish for clear passage
You may go in for it and manage
You may make fine imprint on the page
Live life king size even in distress
It may not help you to remove stress
You may loose your heat in that case
It had to be taken as bad phase
The dark clouds may disappear
You may feel happy and strongly appear
The broad smile may speak of everything
You have attained as result something
It is not the routine on one time affair
To term it in same way may be unfair
Each chance must be availed with great zeal
The live then may be looked enterprising and real
We are not here by simple chance
You must look back and glance
Your past history and experience with maturity
You will be able to improve upon with good quality
Take on zealously with the formidable task
Don’t face it with double standard or wearing the mask
It is the real test for you to come out and prove
You will then definitely emerge as winner and move
Let there be no applauses
Leave no room for surprises
The mountain of problems may rise
You must act and constantly revise
Let fortune alone not rule the scene
Your ability also must be seen
You should always be thriving or look very keen
You may not look back when there is definite win
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Lifes A Journey
I say life’s a journey, because life’s something we have once and everything we do and say is something we can’t go back and change. So I look at life as a journey. That I have to live full out, with no regrets. I don’t have time to live in the past or think about all the bad things. Almost all human being takes life for granted, and I don’t want to be one of those people. So I promised my self to never ever live with regrets, so I try to do whatever my heart tells me. And I try to stand up for all my believes, and I can’t do that if I live in the past or with regrets. It’s a waist of time,
Because life’s a journey.
I usually say if you got a dream go for it, because giving up on a dream is like giving up on life and giving up on life is like sitting and asking god to die. I know it’s hard to go for your dream when people tell you, that you won’t make it. So I just tell my self, whenever I fall I get back up, because I won’t give up without a fight.
Because life’s a journey.
What you’ve got if you don’t have faith, I know it’s hard to hold on to, when we live in a world like this. But I always hold on to my faith and my hopes.
My believes is what often keeps me going,
Because life’s a journey.
Life is hard, we all know it isn’t fair but I say stop worrying about what you/we don’t have and appreciate what you/we have. Because whenever you/we have a bad day someone else has a worse day and in worse case someone might be dying,
Because life’s a journey.
This world need some love, I know it’s easier to hate than love but at least could we try to respect each other. We would get so much more out of this journey then, I really believe that. Maybe sometimes we should just start to think about our self’s than everybody else. Because if we keep hate on each other, we will soon see world war 3, and I don’t think any one wants that to happen. I wish we could all respect each other, black and white, blue and yellow, bigger and smaller. Because at the end of the day we all human being on a journey that can end any time. It’s sad but it’s true,
Because life’s a journey.
Life’s a journey till the day it ends and when it ends there is no looking back or taking back. We had our changes only doomsday will show us if we wasted our time on our journey or if we enjoyed the journey and appreciated what we had. When we are at the end of our journey that’s when we have to face death. Many people forget we have to die because they might be afraid, but I’m not because it’s a part of life.
Life’s a journey till it ends.
poem by Precious Mason
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Seeing You Dying, Hurts
Ever wonder, just a ponder
what life would be like
if we were told we had little to live
tears and fears, mind blowing
what to do, no time to go
the anger, the pain, the stress
how long to go, no one knows
could be fast, maybe slow and last
forever we want to live
we pray for long life and healthiness
why do we get picked, not our choice
people been there some survive.others don't
thinking where life should go
quit the job, see the world
sit and moan, don't frown
get on your feet live it well
happiness extents life
be free and enjoy those days
number as they are
limited as you go, be with the ones who care
for they will suffer the most
living without you
give them memories to share
do not spare, they do care
pictures and stories last forever
good and bad, tears and laughter will fall
missing you will be so hard
been together for all your life
the world will be so lost
without you there
have to find away to go on
it's not the same, things will change
lives will go on
never let go, you been told
it's so hard to let you go
time so cruel, it's running out
please forgive me if I cry
your a big part of our lives
stay around and have some fun
life is grand and so are you
give it all, don't let time end
love makes time, time makes life
I will smile till the end
cry to myself, show no pain
the hurt so hidden
makes me think
why not me, why you
poem by Michael Peterson
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Ideal way of living
Lot many things to do before we are destined to fly
Desperate and frantic last minute effort with earnest try
No regret for what so ever done in entire life span
As life was spent but without making plan
It was aimless wondering in friendless world
Some where warm reception and some where very cold
Yet hope remains alive with lot more things to do
An enthusiasm prevails all the time and it is very true
There may not any zeal to lead very ideal way of living
But life is certainly guided by some loose kind of believing
The conscious to bite for every wrong act committed
Regret over any serious mistakes if at all omitted
You may have all the compulsions still a strong quest
Very hard try for achieving in possible manner as best
Time may not be proving favorable as it was hoped
Still to be raced against it as it can not be stopped
Lot more to do and lot more to miss
More anxiety at heart with tension and no peace
It is hoped against hope to try and go ahead
Keeping mind and heart cool when forced to lead
Life is built up on the basis of aspiration
With enough of confusion and full of questions
It can be brought to abrupt halt for the want of scarce means
Some may turn into dismal show with ugly scenes
Life is like clear sky with all white horizons
With so many layers above nicely put on
Think of rainbow emerging from no where
Revival of hope for doing better somewhere
There lies strong belief with loose faith
Still life is to be understood and lived with
It may be marred by some temporary setbacks
But may not discourage fully even with cracks
Hope and despair along with dreams can do well
The stories and tales are not only meant for to tell
The threads are to be picked and put for implementation
It may witness triumph when forced through with presentation
Life is not only meant to shed tears
It may have some dangers to fear
Why do we regret and rejoice at some point of time?
Lie is as such and to be lived with for very long time
It might have been presented as unpredictable
It may also prove as disastrous and unsustainable
Still no one runs away from the scene for nothing
All hard efforts are made to achieve something
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Get An Answer
Man is not made known by his richness
But by simple logic of his humbleness
A poor man can be so rich in his heritage
Rest all the qualities come in later stage
“Will you like a glass of water” asked old man
It was scorching heat for any human
I was on way to a another town
Had chosen path of my own
I could read those worry lines
He was still standing on side line
He was no relative but only a stranger
I was much impressed and wanted to know more
This morning only someone had asked me question
What really makes man rich in sense and in relation?
I was in dilemma to answer but it touched inner core
I had to struggle hard for answer and explore
I thought of this old man and got answer
Such qualities may be had by fewer
They are happiest persons in the world
I would be so much lucky if find such safe fold
“Not by what you get but by what you give”
“Not by revenge but how you pardon or forgive”
These were all good signs of richness
This gave me an answer and brought shine on the face
It may necessary to have enough of fortune
Luxury and comfort in life with harmony and tune
Yet it is not everything if we compare to what others have
Kind gesture makes them rich and brave
The life has taught us to be little liberal
We may not spend on causes considered to be noble
Yet turn out and behavior makes it all important
Rich or poor may just be stage but one should not be ignorant
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Trainwrecks
i think sometimes it takes trainwrecks,
before we'll sit down and look at, really look at,
who we are, what we are, and what we've become.
and i've had more than my share of trainwrecks....
often we bring them on ourselves, but sometimes
we have help...
it is the nature of life now that we get used, abused,
betrayed, and tormented....it makes one wonder how
much of that goes on inside us...
for the real battle is always within.
all the good and evil, all the hatreds, all the love,
all the wars, all injustices, human consciousness,
peace, and equality... all begin and end within us.
read a quote the other day... forgot who said it, that
went something like, '...there are people so good they
could never harm or kill anyone. i'm not one of them.
i wish i was... but i have to work at it.' and i understood!
i did a lot of things, especially when i was younger, that
i regret. and i paid the price.
i've made a lot of bad decisions, worked for a lot of
unscrupulous people, that used you for what they wanted,
and dumped you.
i've lost everything i had more than once, and stand to again.
when you think you dont have anything left to lose, life has
a way of showing you different.
we too often forget the value of the small things. we forget
what really matters.
and so you get pushed in a hard corner, and you stand up
angry, ready to fight. but what you're fighting is so big
you dont know where to start.... and you're fighting a
battle you cannot win!
and part of it is that the times are hard now. we've run
out of options, we have become expendable! the sad thing
is that we let this happen. we turned our heads, and walked
in indifference.
i am not a good man, nor a bad man. i am a man!
58 years old, with health issues, still wanting to work,
still fighting for what i believe is right. i have seen and
known a depth in life that i try to live, that i try to share,
with my actions, words, and intentions.
but i've reached the point where i'm not willing to
take any more shit! if i've done the wrong thing, then i
own my mistakes. but i wont apologize for what i think
is right!
running out of time, and having a hard time finding a
bridge. but that's my problem.
again and again telling my clenched fist to open.....
waiting for a break, some ray of sun....
human,100% human!
poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Try To Believe
Well I wish real hard when I close my eyes
If I could change the world--would I even try
If I found a reason to regain my pride
Oh if I try to believe--try to believe
Chorus
Its so hard to find an answer
Its so hard to stand alone
Its so hard to find a feeling
That was buried long ago
Its so hard to trust another
When its easier to hide
Its so hard to believe
Unless we try baby try
If I had a dream and it got away
If I found the words would I know what to say
If I had a chance to be someone else
Yeah if I try to believe, try to believe
Chorus
If I found a door Ive never been through
Would I have the courage to go in without you
(try to believe)
And if time runs short would I recognize
The things I couldnt see
If I try to believe--try to believe
If we listen to the voices that were silent for so long
If you thought they went away, well you couldnt be more wrong
If I tell you there is something that weve lost but can retrieve
If I tell you there is hope, if we try to believe
You remember theres a dream that we long since put aside
With the toys that we discarded
And the tears we never cried
We could have had it once again, if we try baby try
song performed by by Oingo Boingo
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Peaceful mind
"Some thing is not there" I cried
"It is missing some where" I decried
Wealth is in plenty and in abundance
I am richest person in world by chance
Two sons, daughters and relatives all stand
They know me well and coolly understand
I need something else to feel satisfied
As they are very close but whole life lied
What made me to feel at uneasiness?
Why was there not all happiness on face?
"If I had no wealth" would they have stood by?
I desperately searched to find answer and made frantic try
No answer came by but added new feature
Now what I understood is naked fact for sure
All are aligned to me for one reason or another
Otherwise there is no wife, children or brother
I will be no more in few more days
That will open free fight for them anyway
There will be tug of war for inheriting fortune
Everybody will be surprised to find none
I have taken full care of my empire
There is hardly anything to acquire
I have left enough for destitute and poor
I shall have some joy to feel them near
Not that I have left them bare handed
Enough care has been taken to see they are not landed
In troubles and face lot many problems
As everything is now dependant on them
I was restless with only one fear
That they may fight over wealth among dear ones
This should not create bad blood and maintain harmony with peace
Life then would pose no problem for them to live at ease
With this little assurance provided by peaceful mind
I turned my eyes to look at them very kind
I smiled at them with great satisfaction
That itself was source of less worry with good indication
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Sad days
I remember those sad days
Life with lots of problems on the way
No cheers but question of life and death
Fight for square meals a day and unable to breath
Mother used to put me at her back
As everything was at stake
Life for child remained a source of concern
The future was to be changed in turn
I remember her working at farm
Soil to dig when sun wan not warm
Work to start when breeze still on surface
No worry lines to appear on the face
She was not only bold but assertive too
Life was meant to be challenge and felt as true
Work hard or get nothing in return
Energy in body to be burnt in turn
Tears have no place to fall on the ground
It is lovely, beautiful and laborious round
“I won’t die my lovely child” she may murmur
Make me laugh and tease with humor
How can be life harder than this?
If some one doesn’t get it then it is surely a miss
We don’t die or perish as a result of hard labor
The ship has to be taken at the berth of harbor
God only knows how many years it may take?
But surely it will be long drawn yeas to make
Life then will be put on right track
You may look back a past with no feelings of an ache
I don’t know where from that urge comes
To fight the situation and smilingly welcome
Not to get discouraged if means are meager
Slowly it builds and makes man perfect and stronger
Leave not behind any such regret
You were not meant to suffer such fate
If one has time on his or her side
There is no need to lament or search for guide
Hard work has no parallel
One has to try hard and excel
If nothing goes in favor or well
Try not to reveal it to others or tell
It may not remain for uncertain days
By the time you may sure find the ways
You may attain position to make the sway
See nothing is left out or given away
No doubt life can’t be equal for all
One has to quickly adjust and respond to call
If something is missing or not available
It must be got with whatever situation favorable
You can’t sit and think idle
Must think to come out from troubles
If that is done successfully
Life will be enjoyed fully
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Hard Rock Heaven
Hard Rock Heaven
I'm gonna be part of,
History.
Part of something the worlds,
Given me.
So theres a part of me thats,
Left behind.
When I leave home for that,
Stage in the sky.
And when I stand at the gates,
And they call my name,
I'll have found my place,
In hard rock heaven.
And when the pearly gates raise,
And they sing my praise,
It's here that I'll stay,
In hard rock heaven.
I'll make hit singles Through-,
Out my life.
And they'll stay here for all,
The rest of time.
And when I leave I can.
Guarantee.
That where I am is where,
I'm ment to be.
And when I stand at the gates,
And they call my name,
I'll have found my place,
In hard rock heaven.
And when the pearly gates raise,
And they sing my praise,
It's here that I'll stay,
In hard rock heaven.
I'm gonna be the one,
Who will be,
Part of something the world,
Has never seen.
And that'll be what I,
Leave behind.
When I leave home for that,
Stage in the sky.
Ohhh..
Hard rock heaven,
The bells are raising.
Hard rock heaven,
The angels are waiting.
Hard rock heaven,
The great music estate.
Hard rock heaven,
My final tour date.
And when I stand at the gates,
And they call my name,
I'll have found my place,
In hard rock heaven.
And when the pearly gates raise,
And they sing my praise,
It's here that I'll stay,
In hard rock heaven.
Don't let life just,
Pass you by.
I'll see you all,
At the show in the sky...
-Brgr
Farewell Matriarch of the maternal line
Farewell Matriarch of the maternal line
Saying good bye is hard to do
A farewell that she was not allowed to show you
You passed on, during the winter solstice
At the start of a lunar eclipse
Prevented from coming to your side
Stopped from answering your call in your greatest hour of need
She has cried oceans of tears, missing your guidance
No longer having your age old wisdom to heed
As the moon passed over the sun
Your life slipped slowly away
After a long battle, hard fought, bravely endured
You left this world and passed on to the next
The last encounter she experienced
You did not remember the then present
A mind once so clear and sharp
Had slowly disintegrated, broken up
Yet you still knew her by sight
You had won that stage of the fight
Only to lose a few moments later
Succumbing to the final fate that some day will befall us all
A candle will burn for you always in her window
As a reminder that your spirit will always have a home
In her heart, her memory, and in her soul
The flame a reminder of just how fragile life really is
She searches constantly for the words to say
She knows you had to be on your way
You have been released from you pain
No longer to suffer, you are at peace
She is sorry, she regrets she never got to say goodbye
Prevented by circumstances, by one so vindictive
She wants for you to know, if ever she could turn back time
She would do so in a heartbeat, to have the chance to say
The final, much needed farewell
The finality of his cold refusal
Will haunt her every time you name is mentioned
She will never forget you, and will always love you
Farewell, oh matriarch of the maternal line
May your spirit go forward and shine
Rest forever in much deserved peace
And grant her from her guilt, the much needed release
poem by Jill Ferrey
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!