Enough Weight
I was really shocked and saddened
The death of two people hardened
My views on divine weapon of death
Which is on our head till the last breath?
Both were dear one and very close
It raised many questions and posed
Its validity and threat in human eyes
Even thought it has wide acceptability
'Will you not come once at my home? '
I turned to see friend's sister waiting to welcome
'You have not dropped in even single time'
I want you to be at my home sometimes
She was diagnosed as last stage cancer patient
Hr chances to remain alive were very much absent
I could see death fear in her vocal request
Even though she tried to remain calm at her best
'I will not come to your till you visit mine'
He virtually threatened me whenever I invited him to dine
He will feel bad when I shall fail to return the visit
He was hale and hearty and fully fit
He went on pilgrimage to holy shrines
Even though he had fever but felt very fine
While on ascent to high hill he developed pain
He was hardly given last time to raise voice and complain
Both departed in few space of time
I could hardly do anything at any time
Their wishes remained unfulfilled
Even though they had earnestly willed
Now on ward I have decided to oblige
Any person with request and seize
The next available opportunity to repay the visit
I now have to give enough weight
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Frozen to Death
I wanted not to be frozen to death
As it was life time wish to remain with
Fear was just gripping me from inside
Chances were there and differences very wide
I can afford no more isolation
As I have developed sound relation
It is fine tuning with you on sound footing
No more trouble ideas are shooting
I can have no peace with disturbed news
My relation with you can’t have any more reviews
It is firm and never getting strained
Little upset thought makes me completely drained
I would prefer death in your hand
This may prove to be real companion and friend
Life can be meaningless if there is no aim
I would love to be very near and earnestly claim
I have placed my existence at your door
I shall be nothing and look very poor
It is you who has made me priceless
I can move among people with bright face
Each day brings me message of love
I remain calm and peacefully drove
You are at heart and very much in centre
No other man can simply occupy the position or enter
Some unknown factors trouble
I loose the patience and fumble
I shiver with some cold in spine
There something more to make me feel fine
I would want that you stay always near
Make me comfortable without any fear
I shall be worry free in your presence
This I feel is true and real essence
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Caress
I used to be careless
Then I longed for the sweet caress
The freedom, the release
The end of me
It was what I ate every morning
That thought... dying didn't matter, no mourning
What is there to mourn when there's no value?
And what can you value in brokenness
In deceit, in hatred, in lust, in loneliness
All I valued was the caress,
The lovely dark touch
The release, the purpose, the crux
I earnestly waited
I ardently longed
I deeply desired
But one day my whole life changed...
I saw value, I felt value, I saw love, I felt love, joy unfeigned
I cant quite describe it, certainly not it all
It was the day He stopped my fall
But I still longed for the caress
The end to the pain, the end of suffering
I had new reasons now I must confess
But the old remained too
I still earnestly sought to escape, but this time to You
I sough the seemingly easier way out.
Let me just say it outright
I've always juts wanted to die, desired death, eternal night
I sought death, sometimes it was all I thought about...
But today (3-23-12) I finally felt fear
Not only did I not desire death
But I was afraid of it I could not just let
My life go, and I knew You were near
So I didn't want to die, I felt fear
I wanted to give my friend a gift
With hopes to encourage and uplift
I wanted to free my friends from the lie
With truth, love, faith and hope
Not be remembered as 'there for them', just to help them cope
But to free them from bondage
From death so they might have life, no cage
No prison, no lies, no fear, no shame, no death
I want to see them live, I want to live with them
I don't just want to know when
I want to be there
I want to be there when it happens
So I cant die... I won't die, not yet
Not till they know life.
Sorry God if it
s a selfish request or thought
But I fell like this is kingdom You brought
So now I want to bring them in
Please help, I cannot do it alone, not in my sin
But with You I'll take them back
So for the first time in my life I
I don't want to die
Help me show them Your love, let it overwhelm
All of this from a bee
That landed on me
You could say I'm allergic, I could go in a coma or die
I wished that ti would just fly
Away... but in that moment I caught
Myself fearing death, desiring life, I haven't fought
The good fight, I'm fighting
I'm loving
I'm seeking
I'm praying
I'm finally...
Finally
Living
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A Fresh Endeavour
So now I've taken leave of life,
I thought you'd like to know, I still
Possess a mind in love, oh wife;
A soulful eye to catch a show of
Silent beauty – ever yours;
An ear to pick the metaphors
Of tonal dance in words you say,
Grasp a thought in verse you pray
Inside your head, bemused of mind,
Softly mournful, intertwined with
Understanding tears.
I'll drift a whisper o'er to you
To tell that I am quietly calm;
Keeping time till your adieu
To flesh, upon the carol of a
Psalm of consummation. Now!
A fresh endeavour – we're forever
One together, resting yonder,
Cross our open plane of blue.
Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009
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It's Death Again
It's Death again - He's always there -
Watching, waiting - e'er the stare!
Every time I look behind
Or reach to pull the window blind,
I catch a glimpse of grubby hood -
A little clue to where he stood;
The glint of light that caught the scythe.
Perhaps if I could pay a tithe…
But O! no use, he'll never go.
The adamant phantom; don't you know
He will but wait until it's time
For me to hear His fateful chime? -
The toll that claims my destiny,
To Hail: 'You're next, it has to be…'
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
The Reign of Death
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Net Relation
It is net relation
But with full of questions
With fear, mistrust and doubts
And much more to talk about
I asked for picture
She sensed it as unsure future
'Some one may use it to malign' she told
It was good now for me not to insist and resign
I wait till that time
Until she may say next time
Of not then some other times
She may say 'I shall give you any time'
She will reassure me
To feel not bad but frank and free
'Time is not opportune and perfect
'Only you have to act' she may sight the fact
Even if you don't get it
The stage is already set for it
Picture or no picture
We are very much close for sure
'You are now close friend'
And may remain so till the end 'she may look up
Yet I miss her face
And think why this chase is? I shall see her and shut up
Say never anything like 'no'
But cautiously observe and go
Make it smooth for river water to flow
Never in haste loose the patience and blow
You may get nothing in return
Then it will be her turn
She may ask funny things to answer
Almost all may like it as rainy showers
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A death gap
Death is stop gap arrangement between life and non life
It may not spare anybody including husband and wife
It is new beginning for another birth somewhere else
We think so much unnecessarily in this regard and remain tense
This is the only weapon God has created to deter
The word it self may not be liked or taste sweeter
It brings gloom all of sudden and person is taken back
It breaks him from within and develops some crack
It may not go well to match with our thinking
It may give shock waves and send you sinking
Everybody is helpless and watch it with surprise
You can see them weeping at their dear one’s demise
It is very hard for them to believe in such tragic end
They will always wish for death to foes and not to friends
When it boomerangs on them they feel helpless and cry
When death can’t spare any one then why to feel shy?
The death binds people together and makes them believe in religion
It is not confined to any particular placed or region
It is universal and has its implications in different way
No matter how much may be the influential man but he has no say
It binds person to remain attached to some faith
Religion books or preaching provide him knowledge about death
It is very important for us to know then meaning of life as human
The death fear is paramount and is considered as real but common
Science has progressed so much to create parallel
They might have developed skill and excelled
No one has produced scheme to revive the dead
The message is loud and clear and must be read
The death is certain and bound to happen anytime
You may escape unhurt once in life time
It is caution signal for you to wake up
You should not consider it miracle or storm in tea cup
It may pick you up at anytime and from anywhere
Life has uncertain and has to end some where
It is said that good work may speak for itself
The philosophical answer for it is deep like sea shelf
You may want to perform so many things at a time
You may set course in action and consider it prime
Your internal desire may proved to be an oasis water
It may fail to meet your aspiration or needs to cater
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Almighty is one
You need not be confused
My existence is never refused
From time to time the question has been raised
Yet the hard core criminals have also praised
You need not think hard
Don't look down but always forward
See above the earth and towards sky
You may never raise the question why?
Why do you remain concerned?
People praise only when they are threatened or cornered
They are ungrateful people
Never know what is called life and struggle
No one gets easy way
Don't think they can easily pass away
They have to suffer here on this earth
Face the pain and anguish at the time of death
Let there remain no doubt
There is nothing to talk about
Each soul on earth owes its existence
To me only as it has been given to them as pure chance
Think about messiahs and emissaries
They have emerged among adversaries
They had their mission to spread the message
Their views, messages are fully inscribed on the pages
People die because of their misdeeds
Their disloyal and aimless life should never be read
They suffer because of their misdoings
Punishment is same for poor and kings
Believe it or not but almighty is one
Its existence can be denied by none
Let there be no doubt in mind
In different form you may always find
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Your grave
If I could visit your grave
I could have been very much brave
You parted early in surprise
Just breaking holy promise
You sent me away to build future
You wanted me by your side for sure
I was strong enough to sustain any pain
As you were my only main concern
You knew it in advance
You only waited for chance
You had one excuse under disguise
You acted tough but very wise
Had I been by your side at end time?
I could have gone mad sometimes
Torn off all cloths and ran amuck in forest
As you departure was tough endurance test
I hardly came to know your last breath
You were buried deep under ground after death
Made sweet home to sleep and stay away
I could hardly make it in time to reach the way
How could I visit now your grave?
How will gather strength to be brave?
My eyes have gone barren and complete dry
I have no more courage to stand before and cry
All golden pages are written on heart
Our meetings under tree were unique art
We loved to live last moment
Now I can only dream and resent
I miss you love and can stand nowhere
I can come to visit but will it be fair?
People may laugh at your deception
You had parted without according me reception
I would love to be buried along side
I shall lay not far but little wide
I shall express only one wish
"God take me away and finish"
How would I live without her?
Who will solace me and wipe my tears?
I long secretly for last words to hear
I shall just lay on ground with my ears
I shall pick the pulse and sense
Just may know how much you feel tense
I shall love to be known as dead man
Even though technically I am no more to be called human
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Enough of thought
I gave enough of thought and read
Read and reread but not actually led
What it meant when barred by distance
There was not a single logic behind instance
Love as has been put is not a physical link
It is not for the page to feel touch of ink
It may rewrite what has been left behind
Yet that is not the criteria to find
Love is to find final refuge
Where two souls can unite and never refuse
Let there be onslaught from any quarter
It is not commodity to exchange or barter
There may rise many tidal waves
Take you up with it and bring down to save
Yet the wish does not fade
It keeps alive the hope to wed
You committed your eternal love with whole body
It is now my turn to feel it and nobody
I shall cling to it till the death
It is not only the resolve but good faith
No weapon can kill that spirit
I have know it from breath beneath it
I can never be separated
Till the find end we are united
No distance can make us separate
No luck or any thing can shape our fate
Let it take little longer or come late
I shall term it success in any rate
I won’t shed tears for not getting
I won’t fear even when time comes for submitting
As it has remained my long wish or desire
I shall remain there for whole life to admire
I have loved long beats of loving heart
That has remained so far unknown art
I am true love lover of feeling
Let that remain in me forever as loving
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Right On Time
One shot all I need
I've got rhythm when I bleed
'Til death do us part
Break my heart so I can start
Supercalifragilistic
Kiss me in the futuristic
Twisted but I must insist
It's time to get on top of this
[Chorus:]
It's right on time
It's right on time
It's right on time
It's right on time it's right on time it's right on
time it's right on time
Lookin' fine you're lookin' fine get on 1999
It's right on time
Discard to bombard
Calling all you shooting stars
Holy cow bow wow wow
Now I'm here I'm nowhere now
Joan of Arc reincarnated
Maybe we could be related
So much blood to circulate
And so much space to decorate
[Chorus]
Plain and simple pain
I want to but I can't complain
Death row let us go
It's time to blow up for the show
All the world reverberated
Coming through we motorcaded
Vibrate when we operated
Turning up in solid stated
Oh Lord
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Take Your Eyes Off Of My Treasured Space
Take your eyes off of my treasured space.
Not an inch of it here is yours to be shared.
You are welcome to visit and admire,
The peace kept within it.
And when your visit is over...
The front door will open.
And through it you will leave.
Hopefully with less curiousity...
As to what your decorating additions will be.
There will be none.
I have all the fun I've had,
Doing what you see myself.
And in the doing of it,
Was one of the best experiences I've had!
Enjoyed with no one else.
It was such a selfish joy!
Take your eyes off of my treasured space.
Not an inch of it here is yours to be shared.
You are welcome to visit and admire,
The peace kept within it.
And when your visit is over...
The front door will open.
And through it you will leave.
With an understood appreciation...
How glad I was to have you visit with me.
But you staying here is out of the question!
Although the time together,
Was enjoyable and well spent.
Give my regards to 'old' Broadway.
And other streets on which we played.
Back in the 'day'.!
There is nothing like a peace of mind,
I can find in any room I choose!
The air is fresh and absent of attitudes.
Sometimes just to sit in silence,
Energizes me with motivation.
Give me a call.
Maybe one day we can do lunch.
And exchange more of our fantasies!
While reminiscing as we munch,
And free from any temptation to aggravate.
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Time
I've had Time sweep me up
sequester me away
to stillness consummate.
I've had Time punish me
in slogging eons of instants unnamed.
She has often sat with me
my only friend
soothing my brow
telling me
that She will make things right
in her Time.
She swept up my kids
so soon from infants
through toddler-hood
to children grown
who wrapped up in their own time
could not remember the way home
She whispered to me in Still Time
of my wrongs and follies
my over-bearing triumphs
my false humilities
earned and given me
by her and Life.
But I know that she
in the end
is my final arbiter
in whose arms
I shall lay
to receive her final kiss;
there I'll give her my final wish
that she end with me
such that
my time
and her time
shall forever
remain
co-terminus;
but I know this will not be so;
she will close my eyes
with promises
that she will never keep
because she knows Human Beings
cannot contemplate
being without her
as she proceeds
with new allotments
for those who come after
and the kids.
'Never' she said to me
'are they ready to leave me.
But I must and I never can tell them the
Grandest Secret
of all
and that secret is all of the atoms
in their bodies
fly away
only to return
inside somebody else's body.
'Time, 'she said
properly understood
is Time
of the
Eternal Return
nothing is ever lost
all is
merely
rearranged
I too
takes Einstein's route
and come back
younger than I am
but within someone else's
Yin and Yang.
'That I said is comforting.'
'Death' she said 'is the name we give
to our fear of change.'
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Let it Kill
let it kill me and if it doesnt let it try again and again and again till i die, then let it try again and again and finally let it kill me if not then let it try again till i die of pain cause this pain i cannot take, so let it kill until i feel death creep up the corner, let me die with honor or without it just let me die, so let it kill me again and again and if not let it try until i die, for this life i cannot take i have lost all faith so just let me die, let it try to kill me dont set me free come on kill me i refuse mercy or sympathy all i want is death so please let it kill let it send me to death as fast as things go past, let it kill, let it destroy my soul and leave it not whole for i want death, i want death again i say i want death let it kill and if not let it kill again and again till death is all that remain, let it kill
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In life and death
We will meet and we shall meet
the darkest day of our lives
For time moves on till a mirror reflects
For time doesn't stop neither for life nor death
Beauty and joy, wrinkles of pain
in life and time may remain a stain
Neither diamonds nor gold can stop its flow
for in life and death time will never move slow
For on the darkest day
of our flag, time will not lag
In repent or joy, time will show its stealth
for time neither mourns for life nor death
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Rights and reasons
You have all the rights and reasons to feel elated
As it is personal and closely related
You may be feeling warm and impatient
But yes it is time to wait for and be resilient
You might have your ship anchored and docked
Your might have quenched your thrust but desire still not knocked
Oh! What a joy and enjoyment when he will be greeting!
With powerful embrace and drive for meeting
He is home coming shortly as in these years you wanted
The idea to remain close was all that hunted
After all you were not as helpless as predicted
But all those years with patience and waited
I have no reason to feel perturbed
I have remained calm and he never disturbed
He used to invade my memory and stay for long
This was felt immensely in me to flow along
Male member has always played dominant factor
He has remained at the centre and played as an actor
We as female has nothing more claim when he is around
Peace, stability and happiness is assured and found
I had chosen him at first sight when we had met
I thought at once that he will sure be my mate
He also felt the same and responded with response
We were to be merged in one at once
He had to leave abroad for compelling reasons
He never compromised with principles and carried on
I had relied on him with utmost good faith
He too had promised to accompany till the death
We had little time in remaining together
He had, in fact, to move out and go still further
We had very happy moments to spend with and enjoy
Now he was returning to me and I dreamed it with joy
I can‘t predict about others and their views
As it may be tiring and worrisome for few
No female with married status may remain for long times
But I knew its importance and tolerated for some more times
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I Remember A Time
I remember a time when all was still
I climbed a small but bounteous hill.
The perfumed air was everywhere
and peace had come to visit there.
I looked around so I could see
if anyone had followed me.
But, no I found myself alone
and looked down at a tiny stone.
I picked it up and as time passed
I placed it back so it would last.
For all things should have its home.
None should be taken or have to roam.
I remember a time when I was still.
I felt quietness upon that hill.
I stayed for more than an hour or two
and then looked down and saw a view
that I knew could never compare with this.
I also sensed that I would miss
this little hill and the little stone
that showed me what it is I own.
I own the stillness of yesterday.
I own the peace of come what may.
And I understand that where I've grown
I'm just as content as that little stone.
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Seema-Boundary
I have made net as permanent home
Come across with many people and welcome
It does not me any solution to my worries
As I am in urgent need and in hurry
You seem to be religious
Your statement is really ambiguous
How come you are here for many hours?
Generally relation turn here very soar
I saw her virtually crying and in tears
She had lots of worries and unfounded fears
Her husband was dead for two years
She waited for that sweet voice to hear
I consoled her to be little patient
She must be living in past and not present
It is very difficult to forget dear and near ones
As this feeling can’t be shared by anyone
I am very good at face reading
I have not used it for any kind of trading
It has come through after years of experience
I can go through eyes and submit without variance
I saw her very knowledgeable and bold
She had vast experience but gone very cold
The death of her husband had nearly killed her
She was alone, lonely and so much to bother
I saw deep scars of face which were indicative of great struggle
I could guess she might have passed through ordeals with trouble
She had remained unperturbed but fully shaken
She was not in her control and fully mistaken
She would miss a lunch or dinner
Prepare it for orphan child who lived very near
This was her only satisfaction and aim
She wanted peace for departed soul without name
She was baking enough this before
She discontinued it after his death therefore
She has no where to go but remain in oblivion
This is her own world or you can call it pavilion
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A no time
I heard people sayng they have no time.
They can't pray but spare time for crime.
Though nothing is achieved without His grace.
All the time we remain panicky with sullen face.
Everything is destined to be destroyed
Things may notbe changed evenif you are annoyed
There is everything such as sorrow and joy
There is plenty of time to enjoy
It will be great pity if we fail to oblige
There is great socpe and means to realize
It must be borne in mind that it may not stay for while
You got to search the alternative meanwhile
Never sit idle and watch it helplessly
No desparate try to suffer it endlessly
There can't be any suggstion for smooth passage
We got to pick it up and treat it as message
Everything has an appointed hour
It may not remain permanent however
We got to make use of every means
Though we may face terrible and odd scenes
It will afford us all the opportunities
It may last long for certain futilities
There has to be some principle to make it worth while
You may have no problem for going an extra mile
It is not the simple way of leading
We may be falling in traps and heading
It is needed to clear all hurdles in lines
It is there for us to make it shine
We may be working till the arrival death
We may still be working till last breath
It is quite human to work always with greed
Though there is no use of it or have any need
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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My Death Angel
Angel of mine
tell me I'm fine
Keep me sane
please take my pain away
Oh Angel of mine
My Angel of death
Until my time comes
and I take my last breath.
Be here with me
look in my eyes
see what I see
And when my time does come
I will feel free from my self
oh death angel
love of my life
bring me my death
My freedom
from life and pain
Death, My Salvation
Death, the never-ending blackness,
From where comes no man back
It is to this emptiness
That my heart calls out to me.
Death, the blissful deliverance,
Where each of us pay our debt
It is time that I paid
A visit to my banker
Death, the final frontier
A place unrestrained
It is to this freedom
That my will hails me to go.
Death, my shadow
A shadow, with me day and night
Come rain or sun, happiness or sadness
It never leaves my side.
Death, my only friend,
My only salvation
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