Friend on line
My poetess friend is on line
Would love for poems to find day's shine
I was really impressed for keen interest
It was in general for best interest
A publisher is good link for purpose
Whole trust is to be put and reposed
I was falling to her proposal
It was new bond waiting for revival
She was touching heart and coming near
I too had had nice feeling of love and dear
I named her "Kajol"* as she had told me once
She was sure of having some resemblance
I told her name to appear in preface
Another mask for putting on face
She was anxious for being her in preface
I found some keen interest with feeling trace
She was thee making inroad
Heavily riding on mind with immense load
I was sinking with her brilliance
She was sure there to show up with intelligence
"She will buy it first" confident was her reply
I was hell bent to go her near by
She had consented to appear on the face of book
I disbelieved it and unwillingly allowed head to shake
The poems had touched 3000 mark
It was lovely beginning and good start
She was there to praise and take stock
I was waiting for some ticks from the clock
I was in fact growing old
But kept approach very bold
It is necessary to feel young at heart
Poetry is such good form of an art
She was quick at my back
Posted questions about what is at stake
Life is not simple like cake
It has to be honest and not fake
I wondered at her philosophy
She was plain but as if blessed by almighty
Right from day one she had clear vision
Not much to be left behind as confusion
I wished her success and good start
She was coming up with part by part
Touching simple way and putting across
I was very much happy and felt at no loss
Kajol… Indian famous actress
(To be concluded)
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Clock back
It is very hard put clock back
When enough water has flown and so much is at stake
You were always fascinating and much of interest
Not to think of anything but how to utilize it best
I have flown to and fro number of times
Touched your cheeks and came back many times
It was all dreamy affair and gave me immense pleasure
Something not felt this before but as if of precious treasure
"I can be your friend provided you assure" these words still ring
Like beautiful melody heard in early morning from cuckoo when she sings
You were so scared to admit new friends when I requested
It was first encounter that flowed form net friend and tested
It was never looking since then as still continued
Each time the sentiment is felt and frequently renewed
We had close link in mind that built good relation
Even that reached to the extent of cementing with indication
You were forcible in putting seal over it for common good
As we were striving hard for some nutrition or food
It was no doubt moral support and feeling for each other
You were no where to be seen around or very much near
You are back again with many ups and down in life
It has made you litter bitter about the name of wife
You were in real term "Pakizzah"* or sacred in name
The irony of fate really had destined to pass the blame
It still rings in my ears like bell to remand so many things
I was fed to believe about poetry or like something
You were born poetess that injected many themes
I flew in dreamy world with "What is there in names"
You have stood your ground well and nourished
In your world with feet on ground and flourished
I feel each pulse of your breathe when hold the hand
You are felt as if of close one even more than a special friend
It is still a deep feeling and set in motion an thought
It needs not be explained, hardly to be mentioned or fought
I feel it is desire on both the ends to see each other and unite
The deep feeling still burns inside and sometimes fuel to ignite
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Thank you a lot
I learnt it from nature
Despite harming so much for sure
"I bow head with respect"
To forgive us all for mad act
I thank almighty for providing precious life
Along with resolve to stay with lots of strife
Always waiting for good to happen
Despite all chances of no success even
I breathe in amidst uncertain moment
Thank nature for providing nice movement
To feel its pulse of its great act
What else can be felt in return as fact?
We can only thank in terms of gesture
That is goodness of human being for sure
We can reciprocate and recognize
If everything is understood as wise
Be calm and quiet while responding
Because that directly reflects and corresponds
Your inner soul action and feeling on face
Face lines are read in all the cases
Eyes go down in recognition
"Words are not sufficient reflection"
"I wish to speak something more"
It just weaves the thoughts and really adore
Such is the meaning of "Thank you"
It must convey feeling and look true
Merely saying "thank you" may look casual
Each time it may be spoken as lines from an individual
Lots of burden is removed when conveyed
The gratitude felt from inside and relayed
The receiver may too felt its impact
To feel real worth and graciousness of act
Thank all when you feel something good is done
Not to you but your friend and heart is won
This is the only gesture that costs nothing
But in return you earn a good will wish for something
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Another Acrostic ( In the style of Father William )
"Are you deaf, Father William!" the young man said,
"Did you hear what I told you just now?
"Excuse me for shouting! Don't waggle your head
"Like a blundering, sleepy old cow!
"A little maid dwelling in Wallington Town,
"Is my friend, so I beg to remark:
"Do you think she'd be pleased if a book were sent down
"Entitled 'The Hunt of the Snark?'"
"Pack it up in brown paper!" the old man cried,
"And seal it with olive-and-dove.
"I command you to do it!" he added with pride,
"Nor forget, my good fellow to send her beside
"Easter Greetings, and give her my love."
poem by Lewis Carroll
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Nice to see you
"Hello, nice to see you here"
I was stunned to hear her
She was long time friend on line
I felt so excited and very fine
I wished her a happy life and good health
And she reciprocated it with equal warmth
"What a way to remember long time friend!
Even if with not in speaking terms can be mended
I felt like rushing to her
She was nice and very kind to care
I memorized her by saying many good things
You remember a friend for small or minute things
She was quick enough to invite in her land
An invitation very rare to refuse from friend
I was so much moved by her gesture
Saw an opportunity to see her in future
How do you remember so minutely?
I asked her in confidence lately
She was firm with reply and smiled
"You are so sweet" her reply was styled
You are white skinned woman
And I am man of dark complexion
She was not hesitant and acknowledged
Nice gesture with good humor well managed
It is common to find a person
You find some good things with reasons
But to stay for long with absence
And come out with same eagerness is real essence
You are lovely man with good nature
She was summing up with bold posture
I felt heavenly under the sky
She was worth to remember and try
As I was approaching evening in life
To find life time friend is to experience an edge of knife
It is difficult to judge and understand mentality
Yet it proved as an acid test with very good quality
I wondered about water pond in desert
She was same with all love to insert
I felt it unique in this hostile world
I felt gracious act on her part and lucky to be in her fold
People take an affront to friendship
Someone may remark it with bad sportsmanship
I always disregard their opinion and continue to surge
Accede to request and go on making new friends with strong urge
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Sonnet V: Nothing But No
Nothing but "No," and "Aye," and "Aye," and "No"?
How falls it out so strangely you reply?
I tell ye, Fair, I'll not be answer'd so,
With this affirming "No," denying "Aye."
I say, "I love," you slightly answer "Aye";
I say, "You love," you pule me out a "No";
I say, "I die," you echo me an "Aye";
"Save me," I cry, you sigh me out a "No";
Must woe and I have nought but "No" and "Aye"?
No I am I, if I no more can have;
Answer no more, with silence make reply,
And let me take myself what I do crave.
Let "No" and "Aye" with I and you be so;
Then answer "No," and "Aye," and "Aye" and "No."
poem by Michael Drayton
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On Bended Knee
I ask my love on bended knee,
"Sweetheart will you marry me? "
To which I heard a quick reply..
"Yes, as soon as pigs can fly."
So I looked high, and I looked low
for a real smart pig, and do you know.,
I found that pig sitting in a sty,
And in a week or two taught him to fly.
I showed the pig to my love, and then,
Asked her to marry me once again.
She said, "I'm sorry, but I lied..
When hell freezes over, I'll be your bride.
Now, this next part Is sad to tell,
She got sick and died, and went to hell.
Her cold heart, turned hell to ice,
She's waiting for me. Now ain't that nice?
poem by Ron Tranmer
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Yoy want anything
You want anything
"You want anything from me "
I told her to be frank and free"
She did not stop looking down
It was sheer fault of my own
I loved her and confided many times
Yet she had apprehensions sometimes
Any serious girl may think hundred times
Before making her self available on that line
I have great regard for her sense of pride
Many a times she opined and did not hide
I was afraid to face her in day light
As she never crossed the way to fight
This was my first encounter with her
She was bold and brave with no fear
"I shall face world but not go back"
To my words even if so much is at stake
I left her in lurch and went abroad
As I was poor and down with debt load
I had to make move with heavy heart
Even though I resolved in mind to make her part
Today I am back after many years
I wanted same original voice to be heard in ears
I sent for her a message with flower
To see me in private but not at place very far
I saw her with pale face but not completely down
She was in complete command and made it known
"I am unmarried yet" but paused in between
"I too same for these many years have been"
We both were passing through same phase
Life was normal but not with any fine base
It lacked warmth and life's discipline
How could everything be smooth and fine?
"I am reformed and at my best"
The past was past and passed off as test
Let us be one again and spend the rest of the journey
She smiled for a while and I thanked almighty
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Go to hell
Go to hell, go to hell'
Blasted one young teen
"What am I doing on net? "
"You are doing nonsense, I bet"
Taken a back for a while
Fumed and just disappeared the smile
was I so unwelcome or wrong?
Had I no place to find friends among?
I am in my teen, and not yet twenty
you may have lived with years plenty
"Are you not ashamed' to be on net"
"Dear you can blast, but have we ever met? " I asked
No, but you have commitment a sin
Put your ideas in just dust bin
Whether be it pot or simple tin
I will not let you allow to score point or win
I said "Dear calm down"
You aren't the only one in town
You may frown, eyes may turn brown
Not only 'hell', but use and add another noun
Not only sex on phone but nudity too
Still may be there simple purity to be true
Why do not you make point or just clarity?
What can be best quality to justify? I argued
"No then also, you just go to hell"
You need no alarms pr bell
It will be bad if you stick here and perform well
"Consider it right now and jump in the well" She argued
Oh, dear teen, you are simple kid
You know not and have no lid
Candle can be lit and not just ignite
"If you have will power and ideas definite" I tried to cool her down
Fear not for a while from simple man
Freedom may be right but can't force a ban
Never do or suffer from narrow thought
Danger may be lurking but always to be fought
I thought for a while but did not cave
Honor was at stake and was absolutely necessary to save
Things may be right but not put in right prospective
She was foolish teen but not subjective
it is always good to be friends on line
Some of the fears can allayed or sidelined
the prestige and status should be respected
One must realize and certainly introspected
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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My true faith
My true faith
She is my true faith
I wished her to remain same till death
That was real feeling from inside
But alas! The distance was very much wide
She has lived very far
I can see her like only star
Not distance may matter
Yet she is world too far
How to tell her about unseen love?
I feel it from deep and believe
She can be mine on any one day
She is keen too but far away
"Safoof, Safoof * I have friend
She murmured and silently quieted
I repeated her to clarify
She smiled and tried to satisfy
He is friend to whom I admired
Played, dreamed and stared
But could not reach him for unknown reasons
I loved him till date as very good person
We are on same boat and I miss the same
I tried to convince and staked a claim
She promised not to discourage but consented
I felt whole world at feet and got elated
"Inshaallah"* we shall meet some where"
In this birth if that is the wish to be met here
I promise to hold it good for you
If words spoken by you is true
I am magically spelled
She opens her lips as not labeled
She is one of the most beautiful I dreamed and desired
Always at heart and adorably admired
I sink daily merely by her look
She has charm of divine book
I try to read her face and again fail
She is no where near me to avail
Inshaallh.. Wish of the almighty
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Fragment
At last I entered a long dark gallery,
Catacomb-lined; and ranged at the side
Were the bodies of men from far and wide
Who, motion past, were nevertheless not dead.
"The sense of waiting here strikes strong;
Everyone's waiting, waiting, it seems to me;
What are you waiting for so long? --
What is to happen?" I said.
"O we are waiting for one called God," said they,
"(Though by some the Will, or Force, or Laws;
And, vaguely, by some, the Ultimate Cause;)
Waiting for him to see us before we are clay.
Yes; waiting, waiting, for God to know it." ...
"To know what?" questioned I.
"To know how things have been going on earth and below it:
It is clear he must know some day."
I thereon asked them why.
"Since he made us humble pioneers
Of himself in consciousness of Life's tears,
It needs no mighty prophecy
To tell that what he could mindlessly show
His creatures, he himself will know.
"By some still close-cowled mystery
We have reached feeling faster than he,
But he will overtake us anon,
If the world goes on."
poem by Thomas Hardy
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Sky Song
The flower of the Alps told the seashell: "You're shining"
The seashell told the sea: "You echo"
The sea told the boat: "You're shuddering"
The boat told the fire: "You're glowing brightly"
The fire told me: "I glow less brightly than her eyes"
The boat told me: "I shudder less than your heart does when she appears"
The sea told me: "I echo less than her name does in your love-making"
The seashell told me: "I shine less brightly than the phosphorus of desire in your hollow dream"
The flower of the Alps told me: "She's beautiful"
I said: "She's beautiful, so beautiful, she moves me."
poem by Robert Desnos
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Don't Tell the World that You're Waiting for Me
THREE summers have gone since the first time we met, love,
And still 'tis in vain that I ask thee to wed ;
I hear no reply but a gentle " Not yet, love,"
With a smile of your lip, and a shake of your head.
Ah ! how oft have I whispered, how oft have I sued thee,
And breathed my soul's question of " When shall it be ?"
You know, dear, how long and how truly I've wooed thee,
So don't tell the world that you're waiting for me.
I have fashioned a home, where the fairies might dwell, love,
I've planted the myrtle, the rose, and the vine ;
But the cottage to me is a mere hermit's cell, love,
And the bloom will be dull till the flowers are thine.
I've a ring of bright gold, which I gaze on when lonely,
And sigh with Hope's eloquence, " When will it be ?"
There needs but thy " Yes," love--one little word only,
So don't tell the world that you're waiting for me.
poem by Eliza Cook
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Strengthen the friendship
Strengthen the relation
Countries can remain divided
All commodities can be freely provided
Yet man to man contact strengthens the relation
That is sign of friendly and very encouraging indication
Entire globe is divided into continents
People prefer more contacts and affiliation with sentiments
I, too, am no exception and stick to some kind of bond
I like more and more and develop the fondness
I am inclined more to poetry
And as such thank powerful almighty
For giving me an instinct to follow inner conscience
In each line you may find beauty and his presence
"Hello sir, " broke my silence and concentration
It was call from distant land as understood by indication
I had seen her several times on the friends list
She was all for praise of poems and considered as best
I fast slipped in to dream land
Where I could anticipate and think of good friends
Poets need good environment and natural surrounding
Her call was of my liking and made me joyous on finding
"Can you be my best inspirational subject? "
It was fine gesture to call on me and can be considered as fine act
"I am confused at your proposal" came back the reply
Now it was my turn to feel bad and shy
"Skip it" I hastily retraced the steps and waited for reaction
"No problem with arrangement" was the words for action
I found sky so close to me and inviting to touch the horizon
I wondered at the folly of man who created such different zones
Poets mind can travel at far end and come back with good message
Peace and harmonious atmosphere can prevail in all ages
Why at all we should go for boundary clashes and wars?
The peace should never elude us and look at distance or far
"I may take leave but certainly look at" was her response
My worry lines just disappeared as I was looking tense
She had shown marvelous quality and presence of mind
For me she was not less than then the precious treasure of any kind
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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How Deep Is Your Love?
Superficial, or sacrificial?
Secular, or the supernatural?
How deep is your love?
Would you give up quality of life?
Or give up life itself?
To what do we let go?
To what do we hold on?
People or objects?
How far do we go,
Before we move on?
To our breaking point,
Or until we have proven it.
Hold on to resentment,
Let go of another.
Prove our point, or to prove love.
Beauty is only skin deep.
But beautiful is at the core.
The spirit lives forever.
It endures all.
Our essence, our core, is love itself.
Given by God, as He lives inside of us.
He is buried deep,
Surrounded by lies.
Lies we have bought in a cold cruel world.
A world of shallow love.
Love of self, at the cost of another.
She walked away,
He waited.
She asked, "Why when you had me you did not want me, "
"But now I am gone, and you will fight? "
"You have changed, but it is too late."
"For I have found another."
The man replied, "The answer is simple."
"Why is it, you have me now and do not want me? "
"I have proven the truth of my love."
"I have endured a thousand deaths."
"I have risen each time."
"To become love itself."
"Not for me, but for you."
"Affection is shown, but love is assumed."
"To the superficial, love is all show."
"To the sacrificial, love is the show."
"I can tell you I love you,
"But the words have no substance."
"They disappear in thin air."
"Love is patient."
"Love as a feeling, will come and go."
"Feelings are impatient."
"It is truth that never changes."
"And love, that is true, will endure all."
"As it has since the beginning of time."
"Not as defined by society."
"But as defined by the creator and sustainer."
"It is only once the feelings have broken the heart, the holder of the feelings."
"That the beholder is freed."
"To show the love that will never be broken."
"Love that is true."
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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A Domestic Tragedy
Clorinda met me on the way
As I came from the train;
Her face was anything but gay,
In fact, suggested pain.
"Oh hubby, hubby dear!" she cried,
"I've awful news to tell. . . ."
"What is it, darling?" I replied;
"Your mother -- is she well?"
"Oh no! oh no! it is not that,
It's something else," she wailed,
My heart was beating pit-a-pat,
My ruddy visage paled.
Like lightning flash in heaven's dome
The fear within me woke:
"Don't say," I cried, "our little home
Has all gone up in smoke!"
She shook her head. Oh, swift I clasped
And held her to my breast;
"The children! Tell me quick," I gasped,
"Believe me, it is best."
Then, then she spoke; 'mid sobs I caught
These words of woe divine:
"It's coo-coo-cook has gone and bought
A new hat just like mine."
poem by Robert William Service
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The Mighty Power Of The Pen
When I was young, you told me
That the pen was mightier than the sword.
‘Twas from those days I do believe
You showed me the power of written word.
Not only did you show that to me,
But you practised what you preached.
I watched you as you daily proved,
That to the furthest corner word could reach.
I have used this power in so many ways.
I have never known it fail.
When knowledge or point I wish to impart,
With the pen I just "set sail".
I really wish to thank you Dad
For the times I did not understand.
When I felt angry with myself and the world,
You placed a pen within my hand.
You taught me that there are many ways,
To say what is in my heart.
You told me that whatever I said,
To make it constructive from the start.
So as I look back along the years,
To the times when I said "No! "
I recall your voice and see your face,
And to the "power of the pen" I go.
I've learnt from hardship and from good,
That to help to change the world,
I must sit me down and constructively write,
When once angry words I'd have hurled.
poem by Rosi Caswell
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Lovely Laras
I exclaimed it as "saras, saras, and saras"*(beautiful)
She is my new friend Laras, Laras, Laras
She smiled back as I had promised
To write a poem on her and surprised
May be all good people are having same smile
To look at them inadvertently for a while
How can one look adult also and at the same time so innocent?
I saw it on her face very much present
She seems to be nice personality
A rare combination of human quality
Religious, pious as well as firm believer
In almighty for ever and forever
Her eyes are straight and piercing
Quiet intriguing and menacing
As if asking from a stranger
How one can well manage over anger?
Head is rested over hand
Thinking how to act and become friend
How to put trust on a man
Even though we need to trust as human
I am poet and know the face lines
It may deceive number of times
Yet I see in her as good humorist
Not only good human being but hidden artist
She has every reason to be good
As she has been blessed with food
It is said" good thoughts emerge from grain you eat"
So is the thought and you meet the good fate
You are never put into trouble
Your life journey is smooth and without struggle
You can smile for self and for others
As almighty has shower on you and orders
I would love to have those kinds of eyes
Which may speak without any specific try?
Normal people are afraid and feel shy
But here I need not ask any question for why
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I shall hold you
I shall hold you back
I shall hold you back
As so much is at stake
Life is not simple cake
Whenever you like and take
Life is real
Come near and feel
It will make you fully secured
That is destiny and our future
You are made to feel
Love is divine and felt at will
"How and why" has no scope for doubt
It is all in love and we must talk about
The sky is vast and so is the world
You need to come and set in fold
You are safe with peace in wide arms
Without a single thought of any harm
Never think of running away
You will find no excuses for finding new way
You may try to run away but face high walls
You will look back to hear my sweet calls
"Keya*, Keya* to run away is cowardice
Retreat from commitment and honest promise
Where will you land in this unknown forest?
Will you be there for want of no interest?
I am here and permanently near
Come to me without any fear
I shall hold you till last or forever
Think not of running away ever
You have place to rest on my shoulder
They are well built and little wider
They can take care of your every comfort
Just anchor your ship at lovely port
Love is called love and almost pure
That makes a person very much sure
I, for one, can hardly afford
Your absence so I pray for you to Lord
*Keya is name
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Where all your teeth?
"Grandpa, where all your teeth have done"
I was taken a back for query taken
She was my grand daughter asking where about
Of teeth that had fallen or faced route
I regained some confidence
Took to courage and faced
All her questions
And started to speak with clear mention
May be they are all shunted out
I told with clear voice for their fall out
"They were shaking and causing me pain"
So I did away with their whole chain
"Your eyes too look so big in glass"
Why do I find it enlarged with typical class?
I had kept ready made answer
She was not convinced but did not push further
"Your vision gets blurred"
"So new sets of glasses are offered"
I tried to make it look simple
She kept quiet and did not put me in trouble
Grandpa, you are kind and generous
Everybody respects as you seem to be famous
I was little bit elated with her innocence
She was altogether perfect in her brilliance
I could see happiness rush on my face
The children were around for all such grace
I have complete control over my utterances
As I take no exception to any occasion for such chances
Children are eager to know about our past
How did we spend our youth and last?
What was the situation at that time?
And so on for their eagerness sometimes
You may be trapped for your ignorance
If you slip your tongue even at once
They may quote you with same sentence
Such is the child's mind with unique presence
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Contented Man
"How good God is to me," he said;
"For have I not a mansion tall,
With trees and lawns of velvet tread,
And happy helpers at my call?
With beauty is my life abrim,
With tranquil hours and dreams apart;
You wonder that I yield to Him
That best of prayers, a grateful heart?"
"How good God is to me," he said;
"For look! though gone is all my wealth,
How sweet it is to earn one's bread
With brawny arms and brimming health.
Oh, now I know the joy of strife!
To sleep so sound, to wake so fit.
Ah yes, how glorious is life!
I thank Him for each day of it."
"How good God is to me," he said;
"Though health and wealth are gone, it's true;
Things might be worse, I might be dead,
And here I'm living, laughing too.
Serene beneath the evening sky
I wait, and every man's my friend;
God's most contented man am I . . .
He keeps me smiling to the End."
poem by Robert William Service
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