Get the exposure
It makes me to feel weak
As if someone deliberately kicks
Offers ingratitude with no comments
Poet is left with no course but to resent
I suggest one post for two reads
That may offer chance to lead
Offer good articles at no competition
Where else to go and offer petition?
It may not be heard at all
Good suggestions may certainly fall
Same old story and lonely walk with stick
From where else the threads to pick?
We know honey may attract the bees
They can go on any flowers and feel free
As it is their job to pick the best
So can we not do it here for the rest?
Let each one of us get the exposure?
Present the best article and assure
That it stands for best in contents
It may stand any test if further sent
I wish it to happen here
Rules must follow what is fair
If tree has to grow with deep roots
It must be onward march with confident foot
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Shy and shame
I am hasmukh by name
But still feel shy and shame
Offer very good smile
To live and love little while
Not all may understand
I feel lonely and stand
No friends no relatives or accomplice
No one to praise and offer promise
People are relaxed when visit me
They feel fresh and very much free
I make them burst in laughter
They realize only when come in after
I offer no medicine
I have no ready made vaccine
I know I can grow vegetables in famine
I know how to make friends and consider them mine
Love may not end half way
People will not desert and run away
Smile is powerful weapon
It can be offered to foe even
Only those people can smile and stay
Who have guts to make path in difficult way
Rest can offer forced smile in disguise
They can not make ship to sail or cruise
If you can take away unhappiness for a while
You can restore person a beautiful smile
He will go with full of contentment
Where the chance will be then for discontentment?
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter XXVII: Storyteller
I only offer story
not the truth
I only offer fantasy
not the future
I only offer dream
not destiny
I only offer wish
not wisdom
I only offer memory
not the fact
I only offer chance
not miracle
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Picture Perfect
Picture perfect a life that you saw in a magazine
Or maybe a travelling book
Wanted to get on that plane and fly away
cause you are a rock star deep down inside
You walk with a swagger, got nothin' to hide
Cigarette in your mouth, a cuff on your jeans
Your sideburns are perfect, you're a perfect and lean
So you made an oil painting to inmortalize
All of the hope and vision in your eyes
In your leisure coat and cowboy hat
North American records and so much to bat for
Please bring me along
Please bring me along
Because I want to see everything you have to offer me
Get a job lifting cement
Oh it's so dry when it rains it gets wet
And the village was great, now it's a suburb
You left behind half of all that you had learnt
Relearn a couple things along the way
The thrift shop so clean all for half what you'd pay
So you try everything on, on for size
Drop top your Camaro and go for a ride
Please bring me along
Please bring me along
Because I want to see everything you have to offer me
And I don't mind to sit here and waste my time
Oh but this world is not mine to define
And I want to shine
Please bring me along
Please take me away
I don't want to stay
And I want to see everything you have to offer me
And I want to see everything you have to offer me
And I want to see everything you have to offer me
I want to see everything the world has to offer me
I want to see everything the world has to offer me
I want to show everything I have to offer it
I want to show everything I have to offer it now
song performed by by Nelly Furtado
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Always be nice
It is not good to feel caged
To feel at ease and not to be raged
It has to be well managed
The God has nicely arranged
You are worth diamond to the world
You don't have to blow hot and cold
You are unto your self and not sold
You need to stand on your feet and be bold
Every person behind the cloths stands naked
His identity is shaken and faked
It is not the real reflection
It needs some good and fine correction
God has born us free
You may grow and borne the fruits like tree
You have no right to shape the spirit in wrong way
It may amount to insult and take you away
The world is wide open and you are in fray
Don’t stand exposed and sincerely offer the pray
You have been designed for definite role to play
There is suggestive mode and positive way
It may be wrong on part to think negative
You should be open and really indicative
The signals should emanate very positive
You should remain there firm and very active
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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An uncreative medicine
no hope
no friend
no family
no home
no nativity
no nationality
no fame
no name
no future
no points
no market
no identity
no possessions still a tree without roots
no relationship still a tree without roots
no anarchism still a tree without roots
no hiearchy still a tree without roots
no country still a tree without roots
no colours still a tree without roots
no degrees still a tree without roots
no certificates
no imaginations
no dream
no poetry
no fiction
no story
no news
no media
no happiness still a tree without roots
no genre still a tree without roots
no labels still a tree without roots
no names still a tree without roots
THE FOURTH EYE
of
A post-conceptual poet.
Thief! !
Thief! !
I don't need any flowers from you!
For, i've got enough flowers in my garden.
A walk in Sapin,
Pain, chain, train, rain, drain, grain, Cain, main, stain train;
And there you will meet a lot of people ready to offer you free flowers!
But, do watch out! ! For they are pick pockets! ! !
And, in the process of offering you these flowers, another picks your purse.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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When you feel lonely
There goes my excellent lover,
In her room or in her garden of roses,
In your house or in your yard,
But when you feel lonely,
Just pick up the phone and call me
You take away the sorrows,
Reading novels or my poems,
Seating alone or with your friends,
Thinking present or the future,
Babe when you feel lonely,
Tell me i will come
There you are my queen,
Vanishing your face or otherwise,
Treating your hair and nails,
I ponder with amusement,
But when you feel lonely,
Pick up the phone and call me
Watching the rain fall,
Feeling the sun heating,
Or hearing the wind blowing,
But when you feel lonely,
Tell me and i will come
poem by Gaylord Munemo
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All tears in sea
Your tears may flow and fill the sea
It is not “You” or “Me but only “We”
I prayed for shed under the tree
I wanted all to feel great and free
You wanted to be little away
I had no words to offer or say
How could I be possibly given in?
You were in your lovely and looked teen
Should I term it as saddest day if at all?
Can I take it as sincere and final call?
Am I failing clearly to see it on wall?
Will it prove or result in my down fall?
Will I be wiped out from her memory?
Will she go away from me to marry?
Does she have excuses to find it many?
Was it only for making glad and to feel merry?
I must let her go out of the hook
She must feel no ill will in her book
I may be termed as dishonest and crook
She must be definitely in hunt for nice look
She must have her say and correct decision
She may not have foresight or clear vision
She has her life to be mauled in a shape
How can she offer simply for abuse or rape?
I will do nothing to wound her feelings
She may hell bent upon her own killing
I shall have no say whatsoever to guide
It is matter of great concern but not pride
This is how we respect the human nature
Nothing can be taken for granted or for sure
How can one predict about nature and assure?
So uncertain is life and same can be for future
I shall not be deviated from stated stand
I can’t prevail or push her to the dead end
I must try in a possible way to mend
She was all along my best and true friend
Life may mushroom in any style
We may go on spending it meanwhile
Still there is something more to be done
By gone should not be taken as permanently by gone
Day may come when you will have everything to repent
You may curse your self and possibly lament
There won’t be time left to offer any comment
Nothing may be yielded even after feelers are sent
Never say no to any lively and lovely moment
Heavenly moments can be spent in simple tent
Why do we need palaces when open sky is there?
Cool breeze, morning light and greenery can be found everywhere
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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An Innovative Approach to Reality TV
Their neglect created the sinking of the ship!
Now they wish to offer solutions?
How about getting out the kitchen?
And as far away as possible,
From anything that remotely identifies...
With cooking.
Or making suggestions to manipulate the menu.
Ban them for enacting the process of breathing.
That would suffice any solution they offer!
Unless...
Their devastations created have been done for giggles.
And soon to be test marketed as an innovative approach,
To reality tv?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Offer
Who
Who am I to be blue
Look at my family and fortune
Look at my friends and my house
Who
Who am I to feel deadend
Who am I to feel spent
Look at my health and my money
And where
Where do I go to feel good
Why do I still look outside me
When clearly Ive seen it wont work
Is it my calling to keep on when Im unable
And is it my job to be selfless extraordinary
And my generosity has me disabled
By this my sense of duty to offer
And why
Why do I feel so ungrateful
Me who is far beyond survival
Me who see life as an oyster
Is it my calling to keep on when Im unable
And is it my job to be selfless extraodinary
And my generosity has me disabled
By this my sense of duty to offer
And how
How dare I rest on my laurels
How dare I ignore an outstretched hand
How dare I ignore a third world country
Is it my calling to keep on when Im unable
And is it my job to be selfless extraodinairy
And my generosity has me disabled
By this my sense of duty to offer
Who
Who am I to be woo
song performed by by Alanis Morissette
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I am an ordinary man
I am an ordinary man to dream
Very humble and down to earth to touch even an arm
Not at all in any position to cause harm
Keep well with the distance and feel warm
When I look at the present scenario
It makes me to think old time radio
When we used to listen to the news
But had no time to offer views
But we were close enough to feel
Our heart felt with grief still
We mourned the death of war affected
Sent the relief material and positively acted
African draught made us to feel sore
The sufferings were more and more
We were human first and then with cast and color
Still we longed and mutually agreed for
War did not bring any relief
On the contrary it strengthened our belief
That hate may bring only hate
Then how would we blame our fate?
Today everything has changed
World has come near but openly dragged
In controversies and in open defiance
Of world order and neglect self reliance
I understand all but fall short
Of their strategies and false report
I wonder what man can really offer
If asked to suggest with opinion to differ
Nothing shall materialize
No one may feel to oblige
Yet it may matter in long run
When people are dragged out with gun
Yes we may not speak in open
But certainly may prefer to retaliate even
Then mighty dictator also may flee
As our sentiments may be strong and free
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Our enlightenment
What are all factors lead to our enlightenment?
What particular time make us to enjoy moment?
Why are we sad at some point of time and happy very next?
What is in our heart that pushes more to perform best?
You will have thousands of answers with strong appeal
The God has installed gadget to pick good and not repeal
Something good is really picked to make it deal
Life in turn spreads fragrance and looks very real
It has some bearing for likes and dislikes
Not everything is blown in smokes
We are compelled to search for in troubled phase
Nothing comes to our rescue to keeps us at ease
Some of the new music really pleases the ears
It seems as if it was not heard for years
The ear drums catch and respond positively
The tension is eased and come to term immediately
I loved the natural surroundings and its beat
Every time it is pleasant to hear while in seat
What a surprise from nature without any preparation?
It is up keeping of morale and timely elevation
Our mind is curious enough to cure the ills
It pours in lot of ideas to clear vacuum and fill
There is gap and void to be filled in with infusion
Still there remains no satisfaction with confusion
Some of the music instruments render precious service
In all the respects it is liked in troubled time and suffice
It helps to relieve some the worries at the outset
Tension is easily forgotten and efforts are again reset
I have seen morning and witnessed it as very pleasant
There is everything in it to enjoy as we want it in present
No one has enough of time to think of natural music
But there definitely lies the key with magic
We need to cool down mind and lay at rest
How nature is cool with breeze and its best?
They have nothing to prove to anybody
Still it is there without our asking for somebody
If not we then some one else may pick the thread
He will pick the essence of love and plead
Do all the best to come out of turmoil and enjoy
This is how we all go for in and offer no decoy
If music is good to ears so are the words
If it is mixed with harmony to look forward
What else can we offer to troubled mind?
The music and nature can really make it to look very kind
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Restless night
What are all factors lead to our enlightenment?
What particular time make us to enjoy moment?
Why are we sad at some point of time and happy very next?
What is in our heart that pushes more to perform best?
You will have thousands of answers with strong appeal
The God has installed gadget to pick good and not repeal
Something good is really picked to make it deal
Life in turn spreads fragrance and looks very real
It has some bearing for likes and dislikes
Not everything is blown in smokes
We are compelled to search for in troubled phase
Nothing comes to our rescue to keeps us at ease
Some of the new music really pleases the ears
It seems as if it was not heard for years
The ear drums catch and respond positively
The tension is eased and come to term immediately
I loved the natural surroundings and its beat
Every time it is pleasant to hear while in seat
What a surprise from nature without any preparation?
It is up keeping of morale and timely elevation
Our mind is curious enough to cure the ills
It pours in lot of ideas to clear vacuum and fill
There is gap and void to be filled in with infusion
Still there remains no satisfaction with confusion
Some of the music instruments render precious service
In all the respects it is liked in troubled time and suffice
It helps to relieve some the worries at the outset
Tension is easily forgotten and efforts are again reset
I have seen morning and witnessed it as very pleasant
There is everything in it to enjoy as we want it in present
No one has enough of time to think of natural music
But there definitely lies the key with magic
We need to cool down mind and lay at rest
How nature is cool with breeze and its best?
They have nothing to prove to anybody
Still it is there without our asking for somebody
If not we then some one else may pick the thread
He will pick the essence of love and plead
Do all the best to come out of turmoil and enjoy
This is how we all go for in and offer no decoy
If music is good to ears so are the words
If it is mixed with harmony to look forward
What else can we offer to troubled mind?
The music and nature can really make it to look very kind
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Sorry, So Sorry My Love.
If I can put
The leaves back on our tree.
Colours
On the page of our horizon,
Before it turns.
Burns
With a flaming star,
Saying goodbye.
In the sigh of a sunset.
Or the rain
Of a blue monday.
In the courtyard of love's castle
I kneel.
To offer my heart
To a spangled canvas
Above.
Saying
'So sorry
My love'.
If I can light
You a smile in rhyming style.
From the embers
Of our dreams.
And walk with you.
With a sonata of tinkling streams.
Can I write
One mystical tune
Before we stand
Either side of the moon.
Can I pick up flowers
Where they were strewn.
Or paint us
A cottage
Where we can hide.
That rain washes away,
When we are inside.
And you will search my eyes
And feel my prose.
No need to speak
To a damask rose.
And now
I free
A beautiful dove.
Tied with a message
'So sorry
My love'.
poem by Kevin East
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A rigid stand
You can’t experience certain things unless you strive
It remains dead process unless you revive
It might ahve beeen delayed because of rigid stand
It is altogether unwarranted and diffreant trend
Nothing can go right as per simple logic
It has sound reasons with good basic
You got to compromise on certain aspects
It draws you in success with respect
It can lead you no where if you have only one composition
You got to deviate from your stated position
It is no good to follow rigid and uncompromised attitude
It may send you in isolation and solitude
You must come to the terms for solution
It is good to have principle and resolution
It can’t work in all the conditions
This forces you to believe in superstitions
It may not harm you in any way
It will not take you far away
You mayhave clear insight to follow the trend
It will definitely have some logical end
Try to act in uncompromised manner
This can be understood by even beginner
There is certain level where you must leave
It wise to follow correctly and believe
You may be appreciated for principled approach
Privately they may may condemn move as such
They will critcise it as unpracticable and rigid
It may offer no solution or offer you any lead
It has helped nobody
It has landed in trouble everybody
People may secretly laugh at your reversal
You may not withdraw and ask any addressal
It is good to follow
But in practice it doesn’t allow
It must have practical answer
This can be understood only by fewer
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I offer you peace. I offer you love. I offer you friendship. I see your beauty. I hear your need. I feel your feelings. My wisdom flows from the Highest Source. I salute that Source in you. Let us work together for unity and love.
quote by Mahatma Gandhi
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Kindness we offer
What in return of kindness we offer?
Will it be blessings or simple murmur?
Words may not simply fall or flow?
If it is with affection face will always glow
May it be in form of kiss?
Special offer and gesture from miss
I shall welcome it without any hiss
Who knows it may be real bliss
I shall prefer to live alone
Even if no help from some one
I must accept it with full joy
Even if that is offered with face decoy
Why so much noise is created?
Is there not real love recreated?
Do we sing when some one dear is cremated?
Do we not shed tears even if lamented?
How do we define it in terms and exactly?
Message is conveyed properly and correctly
May it not look so neat and clean?
As heart and mind act together and lean
Why simple kiss creates hornet’s nest?
Is it not the ideal to offer as best?
Why at all it should give nuisance test?
No gossips, no rumors and put them at rest
What difference it makes if offered on forehead
Love and true affection as if spread
All sentiments can simply be read
Fragrance smells all over and spread
Lovers may take as warm welcome
Daughter may feel simply good and awesome
Wife to husband as emerging gesture
Happy moments with glittering future
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A offer to differ
We offer condolences
Without knowing the impact of death
We offer the advices
Without knowing what is wrath
We only feel
Try to steal
Not knowing what to do
It is exactly true
To know the sweetness
You must test bitterness
To know the truth
One must know the untruth
To know the test of wine
Under intoxication one should feel fine
To smell the flavor
One must know the flower
It is to be felt
Some fields need no tests
Poison may remain always poison
You should no go after it to find the reason
Air may not be seen but surely felt
Magic is seen and experienced but never spelled
To know the heaven one should not think even
Hell is always hell and need not be proven
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Deep but not shallow
I would love to take dip in deep
I would frown but not prefer to weep
What is that what looks is not real?
What is use of medicine that can't heal?
Poet should be honest and good
Her/his thoughts should serve as tonic or food
Can it not have excellent edge?
Will it have to wait for advancement of age?
How can you be defined?
Until you don't stand it refined?
Purest thought may emerge and spread
Either you have to be lead or lead
What matters more is real attachment?
Why it should be taken as detachment?
What happens if nothing is received as comment?
Have we to feel bad or lament?
Well it is how you take it
Light is light whether bright or dimly lit
Poet may shed his tears through words
May it serve as sharp as edge of swords
Hardness is not subject for expression
It is self assessment or obsession
Mildness is treasure in our possession
It may come to fore in any of the session
I don't have to be deep to make it shallow
Let the natural things come out and flow
Who are we to make it or allow?
I may guess or try to follow
It may prove as magnetic pull
It may attract with force as full
Why to worry about who pulls and from where?
There is something which emerges from somewhere
I shall go by nature's law
I may be new or simply raw
But is it not the mere feeling?
Who may respond it as simply willing?
It will be sheer folly to follow the suit
It has nothing like see or wait
It has nothing to do with fate
There is nothing like early nor late
Why poles are being kept apart?
Where from you began or start?
Are they not destined to be big part?
We have to gain more but nothing to apart
They have been termed different in temperament
Different conclusions with separate comments
One is extremely cold, unbearable and inhospitable
Another one easy to access and compatible
I would love not to be amused
May have fair ideas but not confused
It is how you take and present?
Wise counsel not to be absent
Soul may not go for it or search
Good philosopher may have to make research
I am for sure it has some holy connection
Is it waiting for any direction or action?
.
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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It is matter of joke
When poems offer me stroke
They receive more 'likes' than comments
I console self with 'likes'' rather than resent
At least readers don't offer you brickbats
If they could express and clearly state
But we are all thankful to escape unhurt
Otherwise we must be prepared to receive the bag full of dirt
Now a days politician receive 'Chappals'as gift
There is slight modification in approach or shift
Either it may be stage managed show to draw the attention
Here we find 'likes' and it should be taken as unrecognition
Readers have become wise and miser
We value them as an expert and adviser
More often they offer valuable tips
I take it seriously and soundly sleep
'Uncle you pack your luggage'
'You are on oxygen and has lost an edge'
I take their words in form of blessings
They have no clue and offer misgivings
Today we have more writers than readers
Like wise each house has fewer members and more leaders
Each one is capable of leading big country
But find no support for talent and feel sorry
Each and every poem must find its due recognition
It has hidden message with scope for revelation
If some one likes it, it must find reason
If not then also it needs few words for poet as person
In today's world even best product is not sold in market
It needs some means and ways to reach people with support
It may take years of hard work, labor and pain
Then only he may be able to reach the position or attain
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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