Dream home
An imagination for dream home continues
Not so particular about its construction or avenues
Not even location or in any particular place
Not so big, not ordinary also and not to look even palace
I shall prefer hut to big mansion
It will need no solid foundation
No fear of water logging or inundation
Natural air from all sides for enough ventilation
Well face to face rising sun
Same way silver rays from full moon
Stars too can twinkle and be seen through window
Cool breeze in morning silently to touch and flow
Eyes to explore vast horizon with no purpose
Think of its vastness and nothing more to suppose
Give all credit to almighty for creating such beautiful objects
Even looks itself gives freshness and influence views or try to inject
If it has river flow by the side with all its natural curves
What an object view it may create and definitely serve!
Such home can well be the pure imagination as an ideal home
We sand on the back of the river and smilingly welcome
Why do we go to the nature in the troubled period only?
It has lot more to serve the interest and avoid
The difficult and strenuous period to lapse
Create the self confidence and environment from turning tense
Not the mountains inject us with the idea to rise to that height?
Why even cracking thunder lights fail to dislodge it even late?
Solution is there for asking but we must have will power to act
The nature is always there and ready to help in fact
Even on flat surface green fields provide fresh air
Inhale little and you will freshness through hair
Mind that was bogged down may have fresh impulse
All the power to think afresh and strong resolve to repulse
Why to go to soul searchers to inside echo?
Why it should not travel at our will power and go?
Strike at the peak and come back with answer
But the language can be understood by fewer
Who has understood the sweet language of cuckoo?
It has made you to be carried away and fall through
The codes and its secrets getting slowly familiar
When mixed with lovely voice in the thick fresh air
I would prefer to be among tribal men and wonder in forest
It might have large area stretching from east to west
I shall have enough to eat and share its treasure
What can be real joy with all parameters unable to measure?
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Welcome and keep
I would always welcome and keep
Even strangers within walls but never weep
As it may speak of double standard
Force me to think afresh and fall backward
As human being I have dreamed
Retained all sun rays which are beamed
Not for any use but for freshness like rose
It is freshness and fragrance I always choose
I would never say anyone to go
I will never shut my memory even to flow
Those things may keep me loosely in relation
Never take me off the guard and raise any question
I shall present lovely flower
Little murmur with mild answers
Eyes down with shyness on face
Clear indication of surrender in race
That may cool down the rage of enemy
Anger from friends and shower blessings from almighty
What else I need to dream in delicate situation?
I wish harmonious relation with smooth continuation
I would love to read language of humanity
There may not be any setback for possibility
As it is unexplored and barren adventure
Nothing expected in return to assure
Yet I would love to steal the show
Facilitate the river to sing and flow
Not to damage the bank and cut the edge
Request trees to lower their branches and acknowledge
I would love moon to spread silver dragnet
Fall its rays over water and reflect
To present another dubious impression
And show strong relation in emersion
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Love To Be Witness
I shall love to be a witness
See the changes in early morning and face
All that could be seen with own eyes
Birds with wings and all colorful butterflies
How the flowers shrink in cold breeze?
How do they feel covered with dews?
How do they long for first sun light?
I consider it moment cheerful and very right
I can't claim as natural lover
Neither am I strong supporter or believer
Yet no one can deny the existence of natural power
That is why so many flowers come up with first rainy showers
Ponds are filled with fresh waters from flow
Frogs make it wonderful with their trau trau* (sound)
All such beautiful things you can never forget
As nature is now in full bloom and set
Same pond, same water but with different kind of flowers
All have come up with first accumulation of water and showers
Not all may notice such beautiful and magnificent show
Where nature has given us everything in abundance in flow
Who will want to neglect such scene?
Where it can be again witnessed or seen?
No where else except in forest area of beautiful earth
It is exceptionally outstanding and can be called worth
I was stunned to glance at the gradual emergence
It is wonderful to see and observe by chance
Like birds, frogs and all insects I too join and feel part
It is beginning of an end and very good start
*trau trau.. sound of frogs
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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An end to activities
Day is full of hectic activities and come to an end
Tile to pack up in time and feelers are sent
You are taken off the mind for the moment
Homeward journey with lot of hopes and movements
Remembering all advices given before leaving home
Not to miss a single call especially coming from
No energy is left in body still fell fresh and energetic
Feet move in one direction without being pulled from magnet
It is real home coming with no worries or tension
Days work left in office and not to find any mention
It is real test to hide it in most sober and diplomatic way
Wife too may not notice while serving water in tray
Evening brings special message of making another move
All the fears and anxieties are left behind or removed
The mild wind may blow from all the directions
It is time to get fresh and prepare for love actions
It may be good move by nature to offer timely rest
Human beings may not prefer any break for the test
They may go on working endlessly and achieve the best
Still all creatures prefer to come back to their nest
It is quite logical to be with dear ones and relatives
They are most desirable members and remain active
You are looked after well and supported in the initiatives
Your status and maturity will be appreciated by the native
When you extend your feet in relaxation mood?
It may add to and open up your appetite for nice food
Natural it had to be delicious and quite tasteful
Whole day work may look very nice and purposeful
It is pause period between active and inactive duration
You may be struggling with lot many questions
This may provide golden opportunity to prepare and brace
When you are in office next day you are fully prepared to face
Pleasant and cool evenings are thought ground to explore
It may divert your attention to seek new and more
It may add up to your energy for full conservation
You may be able to think positive with simple observation
Let evenings be not spoiled by hasty actions or lot of worries
Leave behind everything get rid of them by saying sorry
It may certainly create new space for carrying good proposals
You may find yourself in comfortable position for disposals
It is nice to be at home in joyous and happy environment
It may look natural if they remain peaceful without any comments
It has to be congenial at any point of given time
You may think of nice morning with bright sunshine
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Cuckoo
All birds are distinct and have special character
We may not find them usually in every sector
They have their own way to serve the mankind
Each one holds prominence and has specialists of its kind
Cuckoo is only one with melodious voice
We exclaim and appreciate without any choice
She can air lovely music in air when breeze is cool
Arrival of sun shine may alert even fool
When air is thick with silence and peace
Cuckoo spreads music with simple ease
It may erase any sadness of previous day
New pulse and thoughts with simple way
Pleasant voice is simple music
Generates thrill and creates magic
God may gift it to one in million
Music with beauty may be real union
Cuckoo is black but melody queen
Everybody may listen to and very keen
Pigeon may be called peace ambassador
Cuckoo too may be God’s messenger
I may pray and wish her daily appearance
Draw the inspiration with simple inference
Should we not shed our daily difference?
Cuckoo may serve as ready made reference
We may prefer more cuckoos to crow
Never we feel older, even if grow
Life may be steady with space very slow
With melodious voice face may shine and glow
How this music has come into being?
You get music if you blow in hollow ring
Nature has its own course of providing music
It has natural blessings to serve spell of magic
Flowers, waterfalls and river add to melody
Music to ears is passion for everybody
Lovely cuckoo does it again for mankind
Morning peace descends on earth and pleases mind
Music leaves impact on blind and deaf
It is opening of new kind such as leaf
Human being always loved beautiful bird
Set in silence and peacefully heard
We are spell bound by the melodious songs
It stops person from doing anything wrong
It has blessings from the divine power
Always worshiped and found an answer
It makes lot of difference when it is heard in bird’s voice
What a melody in the ears in the morning devoid of noise
Think of vigor and strength that it offers to ailing body
Health with music and stable mind is anybody’s guess in body
Music has in built wonders in itself
Even birds can do it without any help
If we can resume and get aligned to theme
It is only way open to reach to HIM
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Never Destroy Anything
Never destrroy anything
It has scope for turning
Misfortune into luck
If you are badly struck
Love not to hate
But calmly relate
Peacefully put across and state
It is still not late
It is easy to burn
To take from bad to worst turn
But what next there after!
You can't change or alter
Burn your own desire
Kill the devil inside and not admire
Never give any sort of encouragement
Avoid appeasement and engagement
Not all pages of book may give solution
You have to create powerful resolution
No one may pick your finger and lead
You got to wait for right moment and read
Who shall guide you in distress?
What all things you are prepared to face?
I think you have an appropriate answer
Probably may not be known to all but only fewer
Nothing else but your own mood may provide an answer
World may look tiny from height of tower
Find out the truth on the surface of ground
It looks so lovely as if previously was not found
Never trust what is seen outwardly
Search it within and inwardly
We are here on this beautiful earth to enjoy
Nature may take your care and provide joy
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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An hostile reception
Morning cool breeze gives new hope with some message
It is enjoyed by all kinds of people regardless of age
It has same impact on the mind as some nutrition
It provides some zeal and enthusiasm with fresh ignition
High wind may support the breeze to make its presence known
It may add some kindness with the arrivals of fresh dews
They may prepare to leave the scene quietly for few
It is really amazing and thrilling for the eyes to view
Nature has many things in its armory to surprise
It has destructive power to play and bock the sun rise
Darkness may zoom over horizon and covey the forecast
There should be left no second thought and doubts to cast
It can bring number of surprises tour dismay
It can be termed as show of strength and power play
With its advent there may be fragrance and smell emerging from clay
It may unleash the reign of terror and impact will permanently stay
Sea waves may rise tremendously to shock the bank
It may clearly sweep the areas as if with devastating power of tank
It may spread its dragnet to clean up the areas and submerge the area
Prayers or humble submission will not help or any amount of plea
The nature has two ryes to reflect the kindness and ugliness
You may witness its fury with long spell of belongingness
Nature has tolerated enough of our cruelty and not objected
The tolerance has come to and end our little efforts rejected
It is clear sign of displeasure and properly conveyed
Its message must be understood and properly relayed
We need to respond to wake up call and honestly act
Nature can retaliate with all its might and react
It has natural reaction with a principal “Every action has its own reaction”
No restoration of natural order until we stop the destruction
You can clearly take it as clear signal or simple instruction
There has to be fresh out look with some new method’s induction
We re still not in position to withstand the nature’s might
We may have compelling reasons and approach may be right
It has everything to do with our survival and we must fight
Allow the nature to stay as near as possible with situation so tight
We may accept the helplessness as one time exception
The tragedy may occur often and needs fresh approach from inception
The deforestation, senseless killing of animals should find hostile reception
We must resist short tem measures from its very conception
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Human rights
I have seen birds singing in the morning
They do not fear for any warning
They have full trust in nature for survival
How much happiness sun brings on arrival?
It is opening of new chapter
The life to be made joyous and roar in laughter
Each day is to be lived new challenges and outcome
Not to be afraid of any eventuality but always welcome
We need not go anywhere to seek for inspiration
It is in the fresh air when we attempt for inhalation
What a joy of freshness when lungs are filled?
The resolve for something more with confidence is instilled
The darkness or gloominess is removed with sunlight
It makes us to move with whatever we have as our might
It is not the limited strength but sources at disposal
Nice and swift action for result with very good proposal
As the day reaches its peak we are some where near zenith
We know for sure how much is still left the beneath
Some more confidence is needed for final push
As the sun is racing towards west with so much rush
It is time to reap the harvest in the evening
Time to return home for rest and dinning
Birds too are back returned in the nest
They have no time to think but we think always of best
We have been very lucky to be provided with sense
The atmosphere around never let us down or make tense
There is solution for everything but needs observation
Everything is there and opens for revelation
What soothing comfort in cool night?
It is time to relax and not to think or fight
The body needs rest and ready for sleep
You may be out in seconds and fast asleep
The whole cycle is destined for good
Everybody is in need or search of food
It is got when enough efforts are made
Nothing goes in waste and it is duly paid
We may not be satisfied and seek more
New avenues or possibilities are explored
There may not be any end for desire
It will go on endlessly and not expire
There has to be some degree of contentment
Any work done should not bring resentment
It has to be strong and healthy movement
The failure or success can be at any moment
It is better to seek and love the nature
It has to be guiding principle for future
Everything thing is around and one can honorably ask
There is no need to put life at risk
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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In the morning
I have seen birds singing in the morning
They do not fear for any warning
They have full trust in nature for survival
How much happiness sun brings on arrival?
It is opening of new chapter
The life to be made joyous and roar in laughter
Each day is to be lived new challenges and outcome
Not to be afraid of any eventuality but always welcome
We need not go anywhere to seek for inspiration
It is in the fresh air when we attempt for inhalation
What a joy of freshness when lungs are filled?
The resolve for something more with confidence is instilled
The darkness or gloominess is removed with sunlight
It makes us to move with whatever we have as our might
It is not the limited strength but sources at disposal
Nice and swift action for result with very good proposal
As the day reaches its peak we are some where near zenith
We know for sure how much is still left the beneath
Some more confidence is needed for final push
As the sun is racing towards west with so much rush
It is time to reap the harvest in the evening
Time to return home for rest and dinning
Birds too are back returned in the nest
They have no time to think but we think always of best
We have been very lucky to be provided with sense
The atmosphere around never let us down or make tense
There is solution for everything but needs observation
Everything is there and opens for revelation
What soothing comfort in cool night?
It is time to relax and not to think or fight
The body needs rest and ready for sleep
You may be out in seconds and fast asleep
The whole cycle is destined for good
Everybody is in need or search of food
It is got when enough efforts are made
Nothing goes in waste and it is duly paid
We may not be satisfied and seek more
New avenues or possibilities are explored
There may not be any end for desire
It will go on endlessly and not expire
There has to be some degree of contentment
Any work done should not bring resentment
It has to be strong and healthy movement
The failure or success can be at any moment
It is better to seek and love the nature
It has to be guiding principle for future
Everything thing is around and one can honorably ask
There is no need to put life at risk
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Peace River
The Peace River creeps along
From its start in the sand it calls home
That sometimes takes up more below
Than it adds to the flow.
The groove cut deep in ages past
Into the lime-rock's cast
Remains a testament to the way
That Nature refreshes, then takes away.
Sometimes a wild river that knows no bounds
Later just a few scattered ponds
Harboring life which one day
Will again spread when the River has its say.
Once a road for paddlewheel boats
That carried goods up-river to folks
When loaded with coal and necessities
From mines and far away cities.
Then down river the boats did ply
Phosphate ore that man might buy
As an ingredient to benefit all,
Something to makes crops grow tall.
But now the Peace River's flow
Has been claimed by those below
Who've built along Gulf's shore,
And thirst for water, even more.
There are solutions, few
When Winter's drought begins anew
When fish and man alike must find
A place of another kind.
Yet the river lies quiet and waits
For the Summer rains that will create
Again the flood as in times past
When the water moves deep and fast.
The Peace River originates in an area known as the 'Green Swamp, ' a vast mostly unpopulated area of central Florida lying between Tampa and Orlando. The sandy soil (if soil it can be considered to be) accepts summer rainfall while giving up the excess to runoff, and uses the remainder to recharge the shallow limestone/sand aquifer. In the dry season of the year, the aquifer gives up a portion of its burden through springs and seeps to rivers flowing East (Orlando) , West (Tampa) , North (Jacksonville) and South (Charlotte bay) . Southwest Water Management District (Called Swift Mud) will try to 'harness' the Peace river and control its flow. But there's much about the river that they seem not to know (or want to learn) .
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Moon
As I was bidding bye to mother,
Found there shining object other,
Mom was waving hand in smile,
I was stunned and amused for while,
Why I was feeling so cool?
Did I loose nerves and looked fool?
Dark was disappearing with her show,
Silver lines were coming in flow,
I had mixed feeling and joy,
Mom in sky and moon enjoy,
Was a thought simple rejoice?
Gentle touch with low voice,
Moon was slowly emerging,
Stars darkened with rays shining,
I wanted to measure her dark patches,
With imaginary painting and colourful catches,
I conveyed her to rise slowly,
Beautiful object ruling only,
Movement slowly with gentle walk,
Whispering in ears with smile and talk,
I want to share happiness,
All goodness to isolate loneliness,
Belongingness found in oneness,
Is it not said in pure greatness?
I continue to hold lenient view,
Look for solace and advice for few,
Your are my symbol for peace,
With silver linings and mind at ease.
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Cool Breeze
Cool breeze and fresh air,
Give comfort and raise hair,
Body relaxed and sound sleep,
Novel ideas and insight to peep,
What a gift from nature,
Fresh impetus with ideas to nurture,
Leaving behind past and think of future,
Fresh page of life with beautiful signature,
Never to loose heart or courage,
It is nature’s gift or message,
New avenues and new passage,
Bad memories but feelings assuage,
World doesn’t end with end of day,
Spring almost there in month of May,
Never close door for future say,
Who knows ship may come at bay,
After all future is bunch of hopes,
Great heights with steep slopes,
Even walking on tight ropes,
Nature is key to secret codes,
Learn to live with eyes around,
New things always nearly found,
Fresh wind raises beautiful sound,
Fragrance sweet from parallel ground
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Knowledge is not frog in well
Frog in well defined as knowledge confined,
Come out of it with knowledge refined,
May be areas used so compact and defined,
Inherent possession is must …………………
Knowledge or power to spread over horizon
Frequent debates, contacts taking place in zone
In depth study and answer with solid reasons,
Surely to find result as that of seasons,
When Sun rays emerge and shine in sky,
Darkness disappears and still no one ask why?
Spread of knowledge end misery and plight,
Go ahead and cruise with direction and flight,
We may remain aloof and total in disarray,
Supremacy to gain with permanent sway,
Never yield to blackmail and not to give away,
Should make it with easy access and way?
Can Sun be blanketed or hidden with shade?
Will swords be useless in front of spade?
Knowledge is like power so will emerge and surface,
May be more accurate as heat from furnace,
Deep buried inside with innumerable secrets,
Inside vision may understand and interpret,
Efforts may be needed to understand it more,
Secrets may be unveiled and result come to fore,
Nature never confines or secrets hide,
You may need vision with angle wide,
Always do part with but not with any side,
Water waves move on with calm or tide,
Why mountain volcano erupts and cause land to slide?
Suggest more open ways to think and decide,
Power is force which can't be retained,
Prisoner to be released if wrongly detained,
Knowledge is power and has to be realized,
Widespread of area has to be materialized,
To die with the secrets does not serve purpose,
Even kings abdicate when fear sudden depose
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The River
Last Sunday
I spent a whole day
with a beautiful river
trying to feel close
to each being, each thing,
even to become one with everything
that surrounded me.
In some way,
I learned from the natural
flow of water
what it means not to look back.
I should remember that river
every time I need to forget the past.
And it helps me to not mind much the now...
Why? Well don't you see how
"Now" is going into the Past fast?
So, the river taught me to aim forward.
It may last.
I tried to follow it
with my eyes towards the horizon.
And maybe there is where
River called my soul.
I believe I had the feeling
of sweet water loving me
more than anybody else
(as if I'd ever be loved much, lol.
So I have learned never to ask for love.
For my soul, that may be
as shameful as begging for money) .
But I have thanked the river
with my entire heart
for letting me in,
for washing my soul clean
and I gave it all the love
I could gather,
the river loved me back,
so much that "it"
(calling so because
of my indecision
of calling a he or a she)
almost let me to become one with.
I felt no more sadness
nor earthly pain
or hunger for eyes
to watch me dearly,
for arms to hug me kindly,
for smiles as gifts for me.
My selfishness stopped…
I had everything flowing,
I was melted into
zillion of water drops running
with the river, gliding
into the horizon…
For a moment
I believed that's it!
The horizon!
If you ever feel unloved
go to a river,
discharge your pains
and watch how it becomes
The horizon
... Feel you are one
with the river
and your going forward
no matter what.
To a place
where everything
is equally loved
and cared for.
I can only suppose now,
human could touch the horizon,
I know I can be the horizon,
are we the horizon?
Or maybe only a river
touching the horizon...
A river of love...
could I ever hope to be it?
For each creature,
each form of life
to drink me,
so I could be part of them,
and then them,
to be part of me
totally free
to walk or swim
with all rivers
into the sea
our Mother.
Mother to sing us lullabies
to hold from
small spark of stars...
Then scattered away
for another moment
of connection...
Full awareness.
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Be Like River
River is like holy mother
Our life line and compared with no other
Its water flow with no noise
Render calmness with full of promises
People are advised to be like river
But they have not seen her before
She has different nature too
Very dangerous attitude to be very much true
When furious takes heavy toll
Destroy everything and uproot all
Touch both the banks and spell disaster
As if she has everything in form of power
It is like curbing someone's desire
Then you may have to get ready or prepare
For any result when she has her time
You can't undermine her ability anytime
Her desire is met sometimes
Some rivers diehard to reach sea anytime
But alas! The way is lost in between
Her desire to meet ocean is never seen
Normally she is cal and quiet
Not crushing us always as that of fate
She is always kind and affectionate
Lovely banks and so many things to relate
Trees and branches welcome with respect
Her action is commendable with an act
Both the sides bear high green grass
The cattle graze and many birds fly over to pass
So create nature like river
Have temperature like fever
Rise in a second and subside quickly
Scold by one hand and love so easily
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Avalon
In this world, the nature is dying
The way we once were is leaving us.
Replaced by machines and war
Save for one tiny little corner of the globe.
Avalon.
The grass is green, watered with the water of the large lake.
There are trees, beautiful, tall, abudant.
The flowers are numerous, and so beautiful.
The one building is decorated with ivy and plants.
Inside, the magic of Avalon takes it hold.
Peacefully, animals and people get along with each other
The water in the lake is clean, pure, and fresh.
Everything here is wonderful.
Saved from war, machines, pollution.
The small island is like a large forest, only there are fields too.
Everything of nature, that we have destroyed
Can still be found, if you know where to look.
Avalon is wonderful.
Nothing here is ever destroyed.
Preserved, never to be found
Hidden by the magic,
The wonderful magic of Avalon
Avalon has no boundaries.
Everything seems perfect.
There is no better place
Nothing is more beautiful,
As nature, the way it should be.
The way it once was
Avalon cannot be found,
The magic is hiding,
For sadly, the world it knew is lost.
The world where nature was more than a home builder
The world where people cared
Cared for the trees.
Cared for the air
Cared for everything around them
Avalon's mists will stay unparted
Untill the world is ready
Ready for the wonderful magic of Avalon
Where nature stays strong.
Avalon
This is a message to the world. Plant a tree, grow a garden, something. We are losing what we once had, and once it is all gone, we cannot get it back. Believe in the magic of Avalon and help the world grow back again, grow enough to save itself
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A peace offer
Nobody can offer you peace in mind
It is self contentment and nowhere can you find
It will come to you automatically
If you behave normally and very kindly
Peace can’t be had if we live under constant fear
Life can prove very cruel but everything you must bear
It may sometimes tear you apart and completely break down
You must take it lightly and never show any displeasure or frown
In this process nature is definitely with us all the way
You have to look around and little attention you must pay
Nature does not deviate from its course and behave normally
How can we act differently and behave abnormally?
Whenever you find that you are seized with lot of problems?
You must go to nature’s refuge and play the games
This may divert your attention and make you little comfortable
The problems can’t be solved by sitting merely on table
Keep mind fresh with brisk morning walk
Inhale fresh air and try to avoid any talk
It may generate fresh air to the tiny cells
Blood may rush in plenty in all vanes
Body too may feel relaxed and full of energy
It may then be converted like machinery
Body may work with full speed and cope
You may have no tension at all even when walk on rope
Cool breeze supplements to fresh air,
Give comforts and raises hair
Body relaxed to great extent and offers sound sleep,
Novel ideas pour in and you have insight to peep,
Can we not consider it as gift from nature?
Fresh impetus to mind with ideas to nurture,
Leaving behind past and thinking of bright of future,
Fresh opening of page of life with beautiful signature,
You should never loose heart or courage
It is nature’s gift or simple message,
New avenues are to open and generation new passage,
Bad memories to evaporate and feelings to assuage,
World doesn’t end with bad day,
Spring is almost there in month of May,
Never close door for future course,
Who knows ship may come at bay of course,
After all failures there is bunch of hopes
Achievements of great heights with steep slopes,
Even walking may be made easy on tight ropes,
Nature is providing key to secret codes,
Learn to live with all while moving eyes around,
New things to be observed always found
Fresh wind may blow and raising beautiful sound,
Fragrance may sweep over parallel to the ground
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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That's It That's All
Back on the scene for ya'll people's delight
You want peace for the people then ya say alright
'Cause George W's got nothing on me
We got to take the power from he
When I'm on the mic I feel good to go
Like a snow day for school with hot cocoa
So don't speak what I heard, just say what I know
And my zodiac sign is Scorpio
Look what the cat dragged in
The creme de la creme without the skin
So take a rest and mind your own biz
And that's it that's all that's all there is
Fresh...fresh...fresh...for you...for you...for you
That's fresh...fresh...fresh...for you...for you...for you
One for Brooklyn, two for Manhattan
Let's go to work, get those hands clappin'
Make you bounce, rock, roll and skate
Don't underrate how I operate
It ain't what you say, it's what you mean
Intention leads to action, that is my theme
So pay attention now as I begin to recap
Puttin' words and ideas stacked back to back
Some rhymes go flat, well mine go fizz
I got no time for the drama 'cause stress is for kids
'Cause when you're dead and buried well you got no biz
And that's it that's all that's all there is
Fresh...fresh...fresh...for you...for you...for you
That's fresh...fresh...fresh...for you...for you...for you
Brand new
The time and place for the mind is here and now
Keep the mind present less to worry about
But like the hammer to the nail hit the nail on the head
Well I don't shoot blanks and I don't shoot lead
Well I'm a freaky streaker like Winnie the Pooh
T-shirt and no pants and I dance the bugaloo
Like George Whipple on New York One
Got a hairy ass and that's no fun
I'm in the rhyme zone a different time zone
And on the microphone you know that I'm at home
It's time we looked past all our differences
An' that's it that's all that's all there is
Come on
Fresh...fresh...fresh...for you...for you...for you
That's fresh...fresh...fresh...for you...for you...for you
An' that's
Fresh...fresh...fresh...for you...for you...for you
That's fresh...fresh...fresh...for you...for you...for you
song performed by by Beastie Boys
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Truth Always Touch
Truth always touch the heart
As it is God gift and natural art
Its fragrance emanate from beautiful flowers
After the rain had lashed the ground with shower
What does it make when mix with clay?
Land smile with joy and happily play
Mix with its forceful flow in anticipation
Start of new day with new bond and relation
What a scene to observe and enjoy?
Complete green as if new baby with toy!
Even blind man can smell its freshness
Truth has power to show it in any case
It is selfless sacrifice
Stuffed with full of promises
It will never die or fade
We shall respect it and never trade
Thy blessings seen on in each flower
Original color to be had with fewer
Rose, pink and blue attract near
Where does stand then the fear?
Close the gap and long for embrace
Bring the shine on beautiful face
Step out to watch for beautiful scenery
Divine love art blessed by almighty
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Mercy on mankind
We pray and ask for mercy on mankind
But let us also be considerate and kind
It is not disfavor from the almighty as such
We have created position for us as much
Not a single corner we have spared
Blockage of river water stopped and dared
Complete earth bottom is vacuumed
Whole of natural source is consumed
Air too is polluted and difficult to inhale
Complete atmosphere is unhealthy and stale
Yet almighty is kind and merciful
Only we need to be friendly and faithful
To be a friend of nature is only answer
This may be understood only by fewer
Yet the answer is found and lies within us
Beware of duties and try to trust
Nothing may go against us even if disaster
We must gather the strength and muster
He is guardian of universe and master
We must understand and move faster
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Unaware of the fact
I am totally unaware of the fact
As why it has deserted me to act
Why no words are pouring in as it used to be?
Why do I feel so helpless and not free?
Yes it is God gift to have grip on writing
No reason can be advanced for sighting
Everything is just before the eyes
One may not depict correctly even if he tries
Of course they may be deeply lying in corner
It has to come out later or sooner
But it has got no use if untimely composed
It will be simply rejected and totally disposed
Words can’t flow until it has free message
Water can not flow in river until has the passage
The well has enough of water in the belt below
It will remain there as it is and not allow
As the fingers move on the head in hair rings
It may generate melody and words may try to sing
It will send pulses to and fro and resonance may start
Align all activities in one action with live active part
As the earth has become barren
It may need fall of rain even
Dry words may find new energy in roots
The greenery may come up for good scenes to put up
Find it not hard to come out the songs
They may come at right time and not at wrong
Your heart and mind may keenly exchange
It will have good synchronization and able to manage
It will have full sweetness and melancholy
The depth of it may be felt and enjoyed wholly
Let artificial things cover as pure illusion
Poetry may flow with natural tune without any confusion
Poems are not just free flow of words
They are holy words spoken by lords
Not everybody can pick it with intensity
Only good poet may find its full use and utility
It may face temporary setback sometimes
It has too some lean and bad times
It may loose sometimes rhythms and tunes
The creator (poet) should not worry over it and fume
Give it a full justice to come out with some reason
Nature too functions well with every season
How the flowers boom in different colors?
The spring has quality to offer more flavors
Don’t be upset if some time the door is locked
Don’t lament if it doesn’t come up and try to click
It will find its way when cuckoo breaks morning silence
Your mind will be fresh and free from being tense
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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