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Dared To Find

You have dared to find
The person very likable and kind
You rush to greet him as if very much blind
Such is the case when love is behind

Mind that he stays with you
All hesitation and eagerness is through
Compel him to align in your precious space
So that you can bring shine on the face

But who is to be credited?
In the matter of passion ignited
When there was void and vacuum?
The role was not assigned to assume

What stops you from inching forward?
When the desire is stored inward?
It is great feeling to want a life partner
It has to be found out sooner or later

How many nights have been spent restless?
Why it was not burdened in mind more or less?
It was suppose to be natural buildup in body
But surely it was to be a person of choice and not anybody

What star, sky and moon has to do with my joy?
I was in total submission and tried fully to enjoy
It was path already chosen and wished to sink
There was not even a slight chance to think

I slipped in to sweet memory
Where there was no chance to have any sorry
He was there for sure not to cause any worry
It was up to me to fall in line and simply carry

I further traveled to subconscious level
He was doing exceedingly well
I was to swim in his mighty arm
He was to lift me up without causing any harm

Any female would consider herself very lucky
As those are blessings from almighty
Think that he is careful about even smallest creature
Life is to be enjoyed at ease in near future

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A day to start

What a day to start with in cold!
Brisk morning walk with new day in world
Life means something enterprising and new
Enough time at disposal to think and review

Nature is not lagging behind in its initiative
Everything around is in true sense objective
What cuckoo has something to do with morning melody?
When everyone is tight asleep in bed has business of no body?

"Good morning "I look around to see sweet address
Some younger and elderly people greet with smile on face
With no grievance, ill feeling or unhappiness
I feel great part of this beautiful world in such case

The leaves make little move with wind's blow
Gentle air makes fragrance move and flow
It has unique charm when you are really fresh
Whole of energy is stored in mind and ready to dash

We must thank almighty for whatever has been given
At least fresh air keeps mind really to be driven
It keeps all thoughts to one side and enjoys the greatness
Free from all worries and escape from worldly mad chase

Certainly when you greet a person at the start of the day
Think of goodwill and blessings that might be helping on the way
It is only think that human being needs in true living
"Live and let others live" with true faith and believing

When we greet certain people, the magnetic circle moves
It creates good will around and any kind of ill feeling is removed
All main religions too advise to show the smiling face
Even in adversity to stick to the ground and chase

It is to be borne in mind that each morning id different
The change is visible and is really apparent
The opportunity is on hand and considered as heavenly sent
We should take it as chance in life and enjoy as scent

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Everything To Me

She is everything to me
Angel, mother, sister and like fruit laden tree
I take refuge in home everyday
But peace of mind only when she stands on the way

'Oh! You are cursed dear friend' friends may utter
'As your happy life may soon end' I look a them and sare
They saw misfortune in the birth of baby girl
It was now me who felt it as good turn

I wondered at their silly arguments
Was it real cause to feel and resent?
Why was her birth connected with misfortune?
I failed to understand their logic and tune

When I am fully satisfied with His arrangement
Why such out cry at all on earth with His adjustment?
Either it is with divine mission or assigned with separate role
There is no discrimination or distinction for their call

Why females have special role to play?
Why have we not given any importance or say?
She is the only living creature that god had preferred
To find safe refuge in her womb and not to suffer

I have given clarity and may do so in future too
The daughters are specially sent and it is true
They have passion, compassion and kind heart
For all of us to enjoy her association as an art

We know for sure that it is women alone
That have stood for all values and almost done
Earned recognition and fame along with devotion
So we bow our head in any of the relation

Let them come on earth without any hindrances
It is their legitimate right to live as sacred chance
Life is considered precious and they can perform better
We got to realize this fact sooner or later

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Little scared

Little scared

You were little scared
Never came forward and dared
Many times I used to stare
But found no clue as to go where

You were unpredictable
Not full of boredom or troublesome
But certainly little of dry nature
Very shy and not very much sure

I tried to up bring you with reasons
You loved me as nearest person
Yet it lacked strength and courage
You are not seasoned and up to your age

I was sure of your unending love
Believed and held you to give
All I could do to keep you calm
Away from worries and without any harm

You were never ungrateful
Scared but never a sorrowful
You knew of new heights and challenges
But you were assertive and able to manage

I find now your dismal utterances
I smile and suddenly become sad at once
You were with me by not a chance
But by destiny to be decided at once

You are not better placed woman
Far away but better than a skilled man
Yet I miss in isolation with clean heart
I have yet to master the humanly art

I have no chance to remember old days
Yet they are near me and gone far away
They rush to memory with fresh onslaught of invasion
That leads me still to unbearable confusion

Well you have chosen to be queen
Of secluded domain with beautiful tragic scene
I shall dispute no such feeling
As you have accepted it with willingness

Well have your say in choosing so
We have no other alternative to go
You remain where ever you are
I shall you from far as shining star

I certainly remember
Your wishes and flowers
You used to send me as friend
It should not result into tragic end

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Personal glory

Love is not felt in words when you express
It is foolishness on our part to go deep and trace
Its origin can be as natural as possible
As love emanates from body desire and being single

You may feel any way you like
Love is not the single part of life that strikes
When two searching soul meet
What else is there to think and greet?

Some of the actions may take place
There will be natural glow on face
Somebody may take it as sexual desire
Some one may it as chance to admire

Sex, love, desire or by whatever term you may refer
That has always remained centre point to differ
Why all pick it up easily to narrate their lust?
Where it is natural to perform sec and invariably must

No doubts those may be finest moments
All done with desire and strong movements
Yet it deserves smooth expression to feel its test
Not in vulgar way but possibly in terms very best

I enjoy every moment that has come readily
Share and whisper with partner and show it happily
What else to remember in life for future memory!
Few memorable utterances that had formed personal glory

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Express Loss

How can you grieve and express loss?
Do you cry loud think or choose?
Stay in corner and get lost in memory
Stay with gloomy face under deep worry

God needs them most in His Courtroom
Where as there was no dearth for others with room
Person may be precious like fine star in the sky
Shined for few hours and immediately chosen to fly

We feel world as hollow
We think sun may not shine tomorrow
Nights may be all worthless
We may have lot many problems to chase

Such might have been the dominant position
The loss caused to family is sudden imposition
Family may take some time to adjust the shock
They have yet to come out of it to take the stock

Even though we are aware of uncertainty
We leave it to good wisdom of almighty
It is natural to shed a tear over loss
We follow the natural and consider it as divine cause

Think of no control on life span
Human beings might have made lots of plans
Nobody would have preferred quitting of their own
So almighty has taken control in hand and made it known

We attribute untimely death as decided by destiny
Some of us may not reconcile or come to terms fully
Yet the helplessness is openly seen on the face
Life has been termed as adventurous but as uncertain race

So always we talk of great wisdom
Raise hands in disgust cry foul seldom
Somewhere we realize its futility
Suddenly come down to terms as inability

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Look Back

Don’t let your mind feel you are fulfilled
The moment it is in, you are simply killed
It is crusade against willed
The void can then never be filled

You have all the means to carry on
The success had made it known
You were praised in all the quarters
People were for you and running after

So far you were firmly to mother earth
No one dared you even death
You were in your youth
And you fought for only truth

You could raise your voice
That was loud and clear with full of promises
You took care not to make slight misses
Vow to finish it before your demise

This was possible when you were fully active
It was aimed at and fully subjective
In fact nothing could prevent you for pursuing
As new and unique task was always ensuing

Now time has come to call off day
This is how one feels on the way
You desire to sit under the shed
As you had so far successfully led

When you look back, your eyes wonder
It was no less than cloud’s thunder
It rained as and when you wished
The outcome was well within and finally finished

Join with me in my endeavor to celebrate
Wish me success that at no stage my mind vibrates
Sink with differences and goes of the track
Infuse it with strong resolve to come back

Stay active till the last day
That may keep all the tensions away
What else you need now to worry?
Look back to enjoy and not to feel sorry

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Oh, Knock

Oh knocks, knocks and knocks
Some signals come and certainly strike
Oh! I get perturbed and try to decode
It looks unusual and simply odd

I am hale and hearty
Everything runs smoothly with the blessings from almighty
But what is this reminding me all of sudden?
I fail to understand but it remains even then

I have everything with nothing to worry
Life, children and everything assures me not to feel sorry
But that thought again reminds me of departure
Oh God! What this message reminds me for sure

Is it the indication of reminder?
That I must use path finder
Take note of its uncertain nature
Then think of forcible feature

Yes, yes it has slipped out of my mind
The fortune has smiled at me and seems to be very kind
Why I think of its permanent presence?
When it is about to be temporary in its essence?

I got slight hint from the message
It must have been felt along with the age
Is it not the life compared to that of cage?
When one has to leave everything behind for others to manage?

I got the answer and wondered about its knock
It was timely signal to wake up before it was running short of stock
I was not to remain fully involved with attachment
Time had come to remain fully alive to enjoy the moment

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A matter of love

It is not a shame
No one should stand to blame
It may be seen in every creature
There lies very good life in nature

Hardly some one remains untouched
Inner soul is always searched
It emanates some pulses in one direction
That has been clearly scene in action

You may not speak a single word
Still you will trust and look forward
You may expect some miracle
You may air concern in circle

Everybody may laugh at you
Thought it may be very true
No one needs clear proof
As you have to share only one roof

It does not matter who dominates whom?
It is seen how it does or comes from?
it may matter less or hardly leave any trace
you may boost to many with very bright face

It chooses its natural course
it may face blind turns of course
you have only to welcome its force
There is nothing for you to curse

Love is like single molecule from one force
It originates but rushed with mad course
It has to accept any fold that might come across
Not to divert here and there even if to contact cross

Love reflects many kinds but with one language
It has to bring an end to sufferings and to assuage
If there is any ill feeling or eagerness
It has to shape new destiny with fineness

It makes way and helps you to lead
we only have to concentrate and simply heed
The simple life to be spent with love and affection
That is only left in as true human action

love for all and bitterness to none
finding favor always with some one
who knows where the road will meet?
Why not mix with all and greet?

Loveless life is not a mission
Hatred, bitterness and inclusion of so many as an admission
Colorless rainbow as natural displeasure
How dark patches can grant us pleasure?

Love to rule and love to last
Nothing to come as steps last
It is natural and must impose
Time to act for trust to repose

It will be better to fall in love stream
You can think clearly in dream
You want the sun to directly beam
All heavenly bodies to help you as team

It is desire of every human being
It may be same with poor or king
Love can be celebrated in palace or field
It does depend on you how clearly you held

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Life Is Life

Life is after all life
Whether you lead peacefully or with full of strife
It has to be spent either way
Casual or with noble and purposeful way

Life can never have different yardstick
Even birds have understood when they speak
Arrival of their new born in the nest
As if to celebrate it with fun and live at best

How nice they take care of new born?
Even rich or poor also enjoy same way even if life is fully torn
It is natural and almighty has given
The same sense of feeling and interwoven

Let us not enlarge area of operation
As it gives rise then to deterioration
If one can't look after its own affair at home
How can he withstand outside pressure and welcome

I picked the sense of birds and evaluated
How peaceful was their life and nicely related?
To build nest in time and take full care
Even to face the presence when some one goes near or dares

In blind quest we sometimes sacrifice real happiness
That may make him restless and not shown on face
If life is given for peaceful living and with purpose
It must be made amply clear and must be chosen

Let is build high rise buildings or make living in space
It has to be made with sense barring the mad race
After all it is for our living and that must be borne in mind
Love, affection, relation are all for us not to go blind

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A cuckoo in morning

I failed to notice the cuckoo in morning
The cool breeze simply sent me warning
It never happened in the past
I failed to recollect when it was last

I was desperate to find lovely bird
She was all the time heard
It was making pleasant sound
There was good or nice to be found

Cuckoo had made great impact in my mind
I was all out for her to find
She entered quietly in life as very kind
I was almost sunk and gone blind

Well, that was her way to remain defiant
The weather was cool but she was absent
There was no melody or sweet voice to be heard
She had gone for ever as I had feared

Some people are missed and they strike often
The memory may emerge and make sad sudden
It is natural to miss certain golden moments
It has its relevance with some movements

Nothing remains standstill or creates vacuum
We only feel bad and simply assume
The saddest part may often emerge and unseat
You often feel guilty and express desire to meet

Love is desired but not deserved
It is to be distantly seen and observed
It can’t be kept in cage or reserved
It is to be felt from within for the purpose to be served

It may not resurface even if you go for
There may be constant struggle or war
It is pitiable condition that you miss
We always hope to realize the wish

Something can’t happen over night
You may not assume it very right
It has bearing on your mind and heart
It had definitely made a good start

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What is love?

I was very clear in mind
So did not pursue much to find
The exact nature and feeling behind
Lick too was favorable and very kind

I was not in hurry
Was not at all engulfed with the worry
I knew its importance and never felt sorry
It was not worth at this stage to think and carry

I was single so far and had kept good distance
I could have fallen in love at once
It was creating some sensation in body
I had thought over it and kept it as concern of nobody

Every individual is gifted with strong will power
It might be enjoyed or exercised by only fewer
I had given less importance and placed it in lower category
It was causing me no concern or occupying the memory

I had analytical data of would be choice
I never wanted to make any type of noise
I had planned it to go in natural way
It had equal importance for legitimate say

When I met her first time at some meeting?
She had shown keen interest in greeting
It was first pulse from that direction which directly struck
I had to bow down silently and duck

She had powerfully hit me with her missile
It was magnetic pull with magic smile
I lost complete balance of mind for a while
She had left last impression with elegant style

The nature has balanced between pull and push
Any one out of them may make first rush
It may be first contact with little shyness
One may frankly admit it as quite openness

It is good and welcome gesture
As it paves for bright and possible future
Not only preference is given for strong alliance
But serious thought over matter at once

I do not want to leave it to the fate
As I am going to be very late
If she changes her mind at last minute
I may not have enough time to observe it minutely

Now I ha e come to know what the love can be called
The natural appeal or move can not be stalled
It has to be given equal response with respect
As it may near end to the final act

I am not dragging the feet
She is passionately trying to meet
I know it will be expected at an early stage
I will simply hold the urge and definitely manage

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Make and believe

Don't make any attempt or try
Nothing will be provided by sky
As I stand hidden in cloud
Even if you shout a loud

Stars and moon will provide you no clue
You may simply stare at them and view
You may enjoy moon light too
I shall ride on moon and stay right

You may be lost in dream
As I come near and take you in arm
Thousands of flowers in your heart may bloom
As you hear my voice in your spacious room

I shall watch you dance with over joy
As you are the only love I ever had and enjoy
Not with any specific reasons
But as kind and nice person

I am flooded with rain in me
You have opened your arms and invited free
My body shivers with lots of current
I slip in to dream and enjoy the present

You are loosing your mind's presence
As this one is the only golden chance
No lovers have met before in such a fashion
As nothing remains there after in question

I have rained on you very hard
To see future and look forward
You have become now my present lady
Not to be addressed as somebody

Now you are like mother earth
As if with full fragrance after bath
I sink into your magic and float
Feel deep crunch and thrust in throat

You are not afraid of anything now
As you have surrendered in my arm any how
I am just single in this world
Gear up to feel warmth and loose the cold

May be this is what we long in life
Even though the life may be as sharp as knife
What after all we expect and achieve?
That is for the self to make and believe

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Friend named Sahar

O, dear Sahar, Sahar, < Sahar
You are so close still very far
I can't reach you by car
Bur I can see you in bright star

I can’t hear your voice in ear
You can' be seen throughout the year
I still feel you are here
Your fading memory bring in tears

I enjoy and don’t fear
I love to last with and bear
You breathe slowly but I feel it near
Is it so because you are so dear?

You are like upcoming star
You may shine from distance and look very far
It may matter very less or nothing
I find your message encouraging and something

Listen to what others say
You may find the way
I remember Sahar from that very day
She came to me in the form of ray

She was thousands of miles away and opposite the bay
What a memorable exchange it was on that day?
I would love to cherish in golden memory
It will bring on fore all cheers and no sorry

I may not see Sahar again or be able to find
Gesture on her part find unique and kind
You had put your little step just forward
I always prayed you should never fall backward

I see in Sahar bright future and reward...
I have nothing but few words as award
I feel so much warmth and great feeling
I wish her poetic skill to reach new scaling

*S A H A R …is..emerging poetess

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A special thank

I thanked God for having sent me here,
what did I bring with me? Bare body and no wear,
No sense, nothing to see, only to hear,
Opening eyes slowly and gently with fear,

Rotated in mother’s womb like spindle
Breathed inside wall but still unable,
Counting days to herald in life,
Still known as inborn and time not rife,

As moments approach, mother suffered with labor pain,
Blood rush up heavily and run in vain,
Belly shrink and abdomen push lower and lower
Life may soon to beat to the knowledge of fewer,

Surrounding gear up for new reality and come to live,
Clock may sign make sound as the time of five,
Womb thread severance still remains a permanent bond,
Contentment of mother with new love fond,

So much sparkle of sprays and scent with joy all over
Happiness is spread and worry to disappear,
mother thinks of future and birthday year,
Wanting all kids to shout and fill the ear,

I am just half open and half close like flower,
What may be future for me with just no answer?
Will I be bright star or lost in black night?
Future may only tell what would be wrong or right.

Is it because we are here only by chance?
Or is it blessings of HIM only for once,
The message is clear and open for all,
Have we not to go back to fold at his call?

These events run in mind like trailer
What would it have been like mailer?
Are we sent here for some specific purpose?
We need not worry but simply think and suppose

We could have been any creature on earth
God only know how we could prove our worth?
We must surrender to His noble guide lines
Failing to which we would invite severe fines

Take all steps with cautious approach
We must avoid anything which is contrary as such
He has destined us for something new
Some may know Him better and understand only few
’

It is test of the time that we are fully alive
Always work honestly to please Him and strive
We may always stay blessed with golden future
Happiness and joy if we think well and nurture

I always admire and pray to almighty
The world has come into being with beauty
Why not we make it worth to live with peace?
Try to stay as humbly as possible with ease

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Wrong on The Way

We find nothing wrong on the way
If that is chosen carefully to keep away
From all kind of ills and with good intent
There is nothing more or less to repent

We are not put to harassment in any way
We are not driven away or kept at bay
It is destined path and decided much in advance
You will have to cross it any time at once

It is made easier with lot of blessings
Nothing goes from your luck as missing
You are given your share at right moment
There is not much left to be asked for comment

It is inhaling object on the earth
No breath and it is declared death
You are alive so long there is some sign
You look good and feel very fine

We need little grace
For smiling always on the face
Rest all we have to struggle
To enjoy life and keep free from troubles

Enjoy quietly what has been offered
Take it as gift routinely conferred
Whatever you bear in mind or differ
If there is destiny to suffer then you certainly suffer

Regret only when it pinches
Cry only when heart it touches
Stay aloof when no purpose is seen
Show interest only when you are keen

Find the ocean to swim with
Prepare fully and armed with teeth
Think that it is one time life chance
It may come or not come if gone at once

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The Stalker

first came the obsession stage
then their mind became full of rage.
it does not matter if they're man or woman
for it is the same, their obsession becomes a game.

it usually starts off as admiration or a desire
to be with a person who has sparked their fire.
they start to fantasize every day
and how in their lives, the role they'll play.

it starts off simply as becoming their mate
and when that fails it turns to hate.
but in their minds all they could see
is that it's a love 'between her/he and me.

they feel that it's their heart, thats in control
and that it will touch the others soul.
they can not see that they are obsessed
with an inner desire, and that they are
not a knight in shining armour.

soon their mind and actions become as one
then they may reach for a gun.
for in their mind they belong together
and that their lives will be much better.
but when they realize that they've been rejected
than their minds become more infected.

from here on they no longer become a talker
instead they change their hat to a STALKER.
they will follow the person all around
in hopes that they will have a chance
to be their savior, and then looked upon in favor.

they have no concept of the hurt that they create
and the fears that they put a person through.
but in their minds, thats not what they do.

they were put here to enter that persons life
to become their husbands or their wives.
in their minds, they can do no wrong
for their love is much too strong.

fear the STALKERS- for they know not what they do
don't let them get close to you.

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Lovely children

Life can be useless, dull and boring
The land will remain unfertile even if enough rain will be pouring
Some of the factors are playing dominant role in later age
We feel lonely and confined to golden cage

It is said that if home is without child
The human being may turn wild
He or she can not remain descent and kind
So much influence is exerted and we can easily find

A person becomes irritated
Though it is presumed and related
It feels some of the void
It is God gift and can not be avoided

Childless life is really curse
Their little presence helps for wounds to nurse
It is the movement that gives us joy
Life becomes purposeful to enjoy

Not all couples may be lucky to have children
Their life remains full of concern
The young age can pass of peacefully
But old age later on affects fully

It is like beautiful garden not having flowers
It is also quite pleasing to watch the showers
The flowers are product of that beautiful act
The God has gifted us them and it is fact

They are future of life and country as whole
The life may be remorseful and develop the holes
There may be no one to look after welfare and care
Life may be seemed as burden and place to go no where

Not necessary to have child from own blood
There are many under nourished and staving of food
They are most deserved flowers to be attended to
The God may be kind and merciful if we are true

The garden is desert if no flowers appear
What a pleasant and beautiful show it bears?
We would prefer to see then when go very near
The flowers should not plucked as they are very dear
The flowers of different colors are like children’
White. Whitish and black colors are seen often
The smile worn by child remain same and heavenly
We got to enjoy it and accept evenly

It is holy means to get easy with the on going passage
Children do help in spreading the love and message
It is only medium where by person can be persuaded
To lead normal and decent life and even dissuaded

No one can be that cruel to heavenly gift
The child can bridge the gulf or remove the rift
It is great momentum to witness the total shift
The life is elevated to decent level by affection and lift

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Dipawali Or Festival Of Lights

We are celebrating festival of lights
To greet each other with a vow not to fight
Improve upon relation and shun the hatred
Happiness to all life to spend peacefully and lead

Some of the festivals carry deep meaning
It prevent some people from demeaning
There is clear indication with message behind
So much vastness and alternatives to find

It follows right after rainy season
The house may be spoiled with many reasons
It may provide ample chance to clean and repair
The house may be given fresh outlook with fresh air

Its name as implies with total boycott of darkness
Bring in light and show the shine on the face
Invite the wealth goddess to come and permanently stay
Make them prosperous with new avenues and ways

Alas! I could wish with free mind
To all people who were unkind
With a bouquet in hand
Invite them as real friend

I wish their heart to open
Not fully but slight even
As it may make way
Hatred and rage may also go away

I have only few words
Well wishes to look forward
Let darkness disappear
Let almighty give us patience to bear

Such festivals come and go
Yet their importance we can’t forgo
It is vital for out civil obedience
They may prevail on us with their presence

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Birthday wishes

Let me wish you many more happy and bright days
I wish to be guided by you in my own ways
Will you hold me forever and take to the end
Many best wishes of the day for you to be sent

What a beautiful wishes to offer in a particular way?
Wishing many many happy returns of the day
Has it not become customary to wish bright sun in cloudy atmosphere?
Do we wish it as mere formality or simple necessity is there?

These were the simple questions hounding me as an individual
I never thought I was playing dubious role which seemed not real
I found convincing answer for wishing a beautiful and real friend
Lot many good wishes with rose petals to send

What am I and what brings me to you? I asked to friend
“Why it happens to me”if I take it as true?
I always think of taking your care
No matter how far and where you are

You were so nice and kind
I consider myself lucky to find
You are like precious gem
I wish to keep you in mind with frame

I may not use polished language
It may not be proper or appropriate
I shall cherish the long memory of school days
We might have not carried along and parted ways

You are like towering strength
For you I may go to any length
I might look little different
Love may be seen as true and apparent

Rose may have its own fragrance
Friendship has got its own elegance
I always towards sky and glance
Think of meeting you by chance

It might not become possible to see you in person
I think I might have to wait for coming good season
Rain may dropp from clouds in usual manner
Tears may role out from eyes later or sooner

We may not wishing a person for no reason
Birthday brings good opportunity for liaison
It is meeting of mind with intense feelings
Intense hatred too may melt without concealing

It may pave the way for happy occasion
Two hearts may unite if taken proper decision
It is of course unique way of dealing
Wounds may dry up with careful healing

Wish from the heart if you happen to garland
Embrace with deep love if she is your girlfriend
Gender may not bar you from exchanging messages
It has all kind off warmth without feelings of ages

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A beautiful Gul

Gul, Gul, Gul
You are so beautiful
Gul is flower in garden
I noticed it all of sudden

I found her up in the morning
Her rosy face simply shining
Bright eyes stared as if inviting
Was it for passion igniting?

It was magnetic pull
There prevailed natural lull
Still moon remained in circle and full
I was not worried about attack from bull

I was totally mesmerized
The things were not to be summarized
It did make magic and surprise
This was something new and very good prize

How could she be in my domain?
She should not be away and remain
Totally indifferent and only in dream
How to bring her in pure love stream?

How many thoughts just crossed the mind?
How all of sudden I was able to find
She must be elegant and very kind
I was brought in sense by flow of wind

It made me to think in another direction
What will be her move and next action?
Will she be angry as hostile reaction?
As she was hailing from wealthy section

I could still read lines on her face
I was definitely for her in race
I want her to be on my side in any case
She must fall in line and not make memory to erase

This is what I consider as cherished dream
I don’t want to loose her and cry with scream
She may not opt for simple person
She may be compelled by any reason

I never knew morning breezes are so cool
They can’t push you to look like fool
It is freshness of flowers that is brought
One understands it and it is never taught

Soon her reddish face was about to disappear
There was so much pain to bear
I could see her murmur but couldn’t hear
She must be thanking me as dear

She engulfed me through the day
I had dreamed of very good way
Alas! I could offer her rose flower
My gesture would have been the best answer

the mind does develop reactive feeling
it is natural to go for it without thought killing
What will happen even if we get total failure?
It will enrich you and make the way very sure

She was almost there with hands on her eyes
I could only stare at her and could not ask why?
She utter few words in my ears for acknowledgement
It was now my turn to make positive movement

Gul……flower

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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