Good Bye Then
'Good bye then 'she said firmly and rejected
Nice and sincere proposal put by me and reacted
She was lukewarm to what I said gently
She waited for no time and replied instantly
As it happens in most of the cases
One has to wait endlessly and desperately chase
When it comes to cement it with permanent relation
Whole of the things change with all the equations
We were school time friends and remained together
She was extra ordinarily smart and always shared
Still I ventured into her area and passed on the feelings
She did not offer hostile reaction but demonstrated unwillingness
I tried to remain in fray and pressed still further
There was much at stake and had to be looked after
I caught up with her again and nicely presented
She was little relaxed and hastily consented
'I am not a girl of submissive nature'
'Think of it coolly and make it sure'
She was bold and assertive and replied plainly
Now ball was in my court to try it assertively or vainly
She was very much sure of her future plan
Wanted me to be aware of what should be done or can
I knew about her deteriorating health
She was surely pushing towards death
She didn't say it firmly and decisively
But presented her view point precisely
I was to choose between her and tomorrow
She was not in hurry and kept at low
She was intelligent and wise enough to project
Her way of thinking in clear terms and act
I admired her skill in tackling the deadly disease
She looked at me and waited my view points to release
Why not we remain as friends forever?
She pierced through eyes and sought for cover
I got her hint and declined it politely
'I want you to be with me' so accept it quietly
Today she is no more with us
But I still feel her warmth and blind trust
She did whatever she could do to make me happy
I too was on top of the world and remained steady
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Blessed with friends
I was praying God to be blessed with friends
Friends with close attachment till the end
I could find hardly few as I it was difficult to get
I thought of leaving the effort and decided to forget
When I was small kid there was company kids from near by
Thy were eager to come near and were making frantic try
We would then play with toys and make some fun
On little excitement or quarrel they will try to go away or run
In school also some of the boys were very nice and intelligent
They will make all the times with their funny comments
We will play together and depart with compel enjoyment
It was nice spending with happiest moments
The young was like spring season
I had lot of excitement with reason
I was becoming fully grown adult
Stamina as such was high and inbuilt
Now it was field for me to venture
The school had given us vivid aspects of future
Whole life was before us to explore
The thrust and bold approach required was more
I had enough time to keep trusted friends in the circle
Some of them were since childhood and few joined from school
Little can be said about who were intelligent or fool
But I was surrounded by many and company was full
I could well assess what was good or bad
Sometimes it was making me very sad
I will think seriously about the repercussions
After I had brief or lengthy discussion
Some of the friends had made sincere inroad
They were not nuisance or of any burden with load
I took it casually as an extension of human nature
But still it remained my grave concern to make it doubly sure
There were some more friends in me already
They were waiting for golden chance and ready
Normal friends would go off with little displeasure
But these friends were already seated in for pleasure
I can name only few to be more precise
I should be called fool if not wise
People may question what is new in my disclosure?
They are with all and firmly placed and can be called impure
They were of course undesired in any form
I still decided to remain well informed
I shall keep them away and keep the distance
If possible to get rid of them at once
It is easy to talk of high order
You will loose control with slight anger
Annoyance is even worst than hunger
We can keep them not any longer
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A welcome change
How come nature doesn’t change?
Why writings remain same on page?
Some excuses are found to adjust
Does it require or is must?
Nature too changes with arrival of seasons
It has various implications or reasons
Nature can’t remain static for so many causes
It has to offer so many things and can’t pause
It comes back to its original position when change is over
It readies to accept heavy showers when clouds hover
The energy level is in spate and so much eagerness to welcome
This is acceptable phenomena and in any case has to come
If we adopt the same theory and adjust for good
Then it will have nice combination to come out of wood
Timely change and adjustment may help you to overcome
All the difficulties that may be waiting to come
Any welcome change is never resented
You may find it with favor and consented
It is the way you find it nicely presented
It may end your thrust as you have for long waited
Things may not turn out as per your wishes
You will have to give enough thrust with fine finish
It may turn out to be grand success
You will find it easy to stand and face
You need to adopt change for the bad
It may bring you unhappiness and will make you sad
You won’t be able to digest the failure
You may go with half heart and will never be sure
You will be known as great opportunist
Your future will be shrouded in mystery and lost in mist
The haze and dark clouds may shadow you till the end
The known foes may show false sympathy to prove as friends
If you are expert in turning the table against odds
Then it may save you from possible frauds
You will have enough strategy to counter it to your advantage
You may at par with excellence and have clear edge
Nature has its own role to play and so the human being
All efforts will have to be put for possible changes to bring
Some flexibility may be permitted here and there
It may enhance your capability to land safely somewhere
So the nature as the man and resultant will be result
Possible ways out as you constantly monitor and consult
The change may be expected but with reason and logic
Melody can emerge only when tuned with good music
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No Uncertain Death
I have seen no uncertain death
It was first time when I went to lay a wreath
My grand mother had recently passed away
I had spent considerable time with full stay
I go back to my childhood memory
She may take all steps to make me merry
I was her beloved and very dear child
She was never annoyed and remained mild
She may spread her hand on my head
In sound sleep I may feel touch and quietly read
She has the magic in hand and is quite apparent
I would forget everything even past and current
All the mothers of world are like that
This was reveled by grand and several times stated
Nobody can compare her with any object
She is known by her graceful act
Such lovely figure is not among us
My mother had so much love and trust
She may shed tears in little away place
So we should not see her pale face
She confided me how last days were so painful
Grandma was so critical but remained cheerful
She remembered me even to her last breath
I was the only one not present at the time of death
Everybody at that time was choked with emotions
We had to pray for her peaceful departure without any options
It was Almighty’s wish and we had to only pray
We could only weep and could not see her going away
She had so much deep affection
We could see in her eyes that reaction
She wanted to speak but could do nothing
We waited for her to speak something
Mother confided me something more
Grandma at the end was very sorry and sore
She never wanted me to be away from home
She waited for me to see her and welcome
She had her last remembrance
She had opted for this relation happily at once
She had worked day and night for our well being
She did everything for happiness to bring
I would go for her feeling
She did it for us happily and willing
How could we be that ungrateful?
She had done exceedingly well and remained resourceful
Every household has one old character
They may remain main figure and anchor
The family ship has to be towed safely to shore
It always requires something more and more
I look at her shining eyes and face
I find everything in her and there is nothing more to trace
She is doyen of all mothers with smiling personality
May be this is only one remaining quality
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A senior year
Time has passed like rain
We had lot more to gain
It was nice time in school
We were maulded intellegent from fool
So much to think and focus on future
It is senior year and lie is to be made sure
Summer has ended in good spell
We are all fine mood and well
It is time to enjoy
To make it memorable and full of joy
Time and tide wait for none
This is realized by everyone
High school life is not forever
It has to be enjoyed however
All happy moments under one shed
No idea how future will be led
It is going to be sad and emotional
This is going to be very natural
The happy mometns may emerge on memory lane
We may be going away from school by land or plane
We need to adjust with new challenges
Wr are not sure wheather will be able to manage
It has to be shared on larger platform
We need to go alone and warm
We can’t roam freely and run around
Something new has to be found
It may not look sound
We got to adhere to and are bound
We need worry a lot
We have learnt and simply may not be caught
The life had been nice and full of ups and down
It was best even known in the town
We will be permanently separated
The incicences will always be related
We may enjoy when slightly occur in mind
The joy will always be there to find
The road is wide open to march on
Many hrdles to be crossed over and won
New avanues to be explored and exploited
Not a single second is to be waited
I had bright yesterday
Tomorrow may provide me fine way
It will give new prosperous opportunity
Life may go on with its continuity
We will set in new big world
The relation may develop very hot and cold
We will stand fast and remain bold
We shall bar the sufferings untold
We will go out from school as seniors
Our place may be taken over b y out juniors
No one may be called inferior or superior
Ecverybody has proved good fighter and warrior
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No Residency There Is Permanent
You have a bird's eye view...
With a crowing done you do.
To boast about nonstop.
From your position...
At the top.
And you believe to keep it,
Is an ease to block.
As you remain where you are...
Secured in a safety zone,
Kept locked with eyes on stars.
But like some others,
You can hit rock bottom.
And whether you like it or not...
It is recommended,
To stop and avoid your peacocking.
No residency there is permanent.
It's not fixed or grounded in cement.
Your residency meant...
Is not one permanent.
No residency there is permanent.
Don't try it, do not bother.
It's not fixed or grounded in cement.
Don't try it, do not bother.
Odds you choose will lose.
Don't be that big a fool.
You have a bird's eye view...
Don't be that big a fool.
No residency there is permanent.
Don't try it, do not bother.
It's not fixed or grounded in cement.
Someone's always there to circumvent.
Your residency meant...
Is not one permanent.
And you believe to keep it,
Is an ease to block.
As you remain where you are...
Secured in a safety zone,
Kept locked.
But no...
Residency there is permanent.
Don't try it, do not bother.
It's not fixed or grounded in cement.
Your residency meant...
Is not one permanent.
No residency there is permanent.
Don't try it, do not bother.
It's not fixed or grounded in cement.
Don't try it, do not bother.
Odds you choose will lose.
Don't be that big a fool.
Today you've got that view...
Tomorrow you could lose!
No residency there is permanent.
Don't try it, do not bother.
It's not fixed or grounded in cement.
Don't try it, do not bother.
Today you've got that view...
Tomorrow you could lose!
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A not very far
I had no courage to ask for any change
It was assuming with some thought with your age
I dreamed of having some sort of alliance
I had really wanted dependence and reliance
You had very long association with me from childhood
We had spent happy moments in the neighborhood
It had no bearing of our future relationship
Though we were attached loosely in friendship
I never tried to know or probe your mind
You were there at stone throw’s distance to find
I never thought of making you as permanent partner
Thought it was to happen sooner or later
It remained not as illusion but distant possibility
I had not thought of its probability
It did flicker in mind on several occasions
It only helped in strengthening the relation
I had no close shave off or sweet fight
You were through friend and always right
I wished not to loose you from my sight
Same thought troubled me too in night
As I was unaware of another side
The area of perception remained very wide
We had no time to converse seriously
Even though it harped on me continuously
It did occur to me sometimes
That same may be the case all the times
Possibly she may be thinking on same lines
Though I could notice only one side shine
Some possible forecast I could make
It seemed to me it would be easy cake walk
I preferred less and less acquaintance
It assumed significance with importance
I had to wait for right moment
I could see uneasiness and some movement
She would not concentrate and look around
I was sure something new may be found
It was her turn now
I had waited for it any how
I did not know how would she come forward?
But really waited for sweet and nice words
She managed finally and came closer
It was long wait but I was not looser
She whispered in ears and ran away
I was quite amused to find the way
It rang like bell in the ears
As it was recent not bye gone years
I wanted it for long time to hear
I could not guess how much happiness I bore?
Did you say it really?
Are you aware of it fully?
I may sink and not recover
You are with me however.. I pondered over it
I shall prove its worth
As you have come forth
Stay the same as you are
We are as close as were never far
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Extreme corner
She held my hand firmly
No expressions but remained calmly
She was deep in thought and looked sadly
She wanted to say something but feared badly
Generally speaking, it is always one sided affair
Ladies suffer more and this one is totally unfair
Pain and agony kill them from inside
They have no means to retain or easily confide
I had spent very memorable moments
I flowed with her but remained silent
She wore deserted look and looked barren
I was experiencing hell in heaven
I tried to read her face between lines
She was unable to keep herself on sideline
She was about to weep with almost broken stage
I tried to console her as understood and correctly guessed
It was not all about my desertion
That was never feared and remained out of question
I am of opinion that relation must remain open and frank
But her cal composure made me to think and I slowly sank
She had never thought of illogical bond
Even though she remained firm and fond
I was from different cast and little inferior
More in age and looked more of senior
She feared backlash and reprisal
The dark clouds indicated their arrival
She sensed of some unforeseen consequences
Even though she was of strong mind with presence
Tears rolled out endlessly in mere silence
I allowed her to deplete sorrows at once
“We ere meant for each other and remain so”
I assured her with firm resolve to forget and forgo
Sometimes sentiments drive us to the extreme corner
Any good or bad things come in life later or sooner
But some lucky people get them as they wanted
And some suffer as they were meant to be suffocated
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A worth to live
Life is worth living if there is adventure
It is lovely and nice if you see future
There has to be some means and ways
The days can be passed with some hope trays
If not today, tomorrow will be bright
After dark shadow there may emrge light
Nothing remains permanent and may disappear
Life should be spent without any fear
No one has permanaent stake
You need to apply some brake
It may turn soar and not prove as sweet cake
It must be made simple and not presented as fake
It may not cut much ice
It has to be very nice
Make it live with full of promises
You got to act sensible and wise
Nothing may change at the end
Friend may not remain as friend
It is same as we see today
You may be lost on the way
Leave behind memorable feet prints
This not advice or any hint
It may be blown over in due course
The is still wroth living wihout any remorse
There is mission with definite message
You will have to clear the passage
Nothing should hinder your progress
Try to be friendly with full access
Life still remains full of charm
There is absolutely no harm
It is to be lived with full of enthusiasm
There is no scope for any type of passism
Love to live and enjoy the moments
It hardly needs explanation or comments
One has to make it simply beautiful
Only joy and enjoyment should be full
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With Honor
Think clearly what you want out of her?
Want her to lean on your solder
Or take hand in hand and go for drive
Or take her as partner and live
It won’t serve any purpose
If you think and merely suppose
Shed tears in isolation and question
Rub the mind with inside retention
What has attracted you in particular?
Her physical attraction or things so similar
Her speech, move or simple back ground
Some of the things certainly might have been found
Everything is right in its own perspective
Your thinking should be subjective
It should not bother about unfounded fears
As it ahs so many things to take into account and bear
Mere imagination can lead no where
You will have to take assertive stand and dare
No one may dare to refuse if you are firmly placed
It is not the time but against opportunity raced
But it is not bad idea to think and remain happy
You have full liberty to remain indoor and steady
Nothing may be involved as pure risk
You can run fast or walk very brisk
It is not enough to think and remain idle
You got to move decisively and remove the hurdle
Things may move automatically in your favor
Then may have everything as you wanted with honor
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A far end
I visualize the far end
It had always remained my trend
To thinks of foes and friends
To support and ready for good wishes to send
I have sensed the futility of such hunt
Life had remained difficult and bore the burnt
It has taught me to be tolerant and submissive
There lies humbleness in not to take but to give
Why is that I have been hunted all along?
I find it alright and absolutely nothing wrong
Why people offer me brickbats for simple song?
I am always with them finding nicely among
It may be nice way of repaying in their opinion
It may be best way to offer the opposition
I still find it right and best composition
It pays me well with my position
God has given me everything to feel happy with
I never have to express anger with closing the teeth
I go silently and meet the people with open smile
It gives me course and stand to walk for an extra mile
I might have not fared well with inner conscience
It might have been out of tune with its presence
Sometimes it proves deterrent if behaved in nice way
It is landing in trouble and dragging us away
It was sill long way to go and sustain
I did all possible to remain calm and maintain
It proved not to the extent possible
I always found it difficult and impossible
I lie with satisfaction on the bed
I find everything in flames and red
I know it will be just matter of time
I may be punished by some one for my crime
I breathe happily in peace with satisfaction
It is definitely a good sign and indication
You fear it most when reach to the dead end
It does not spare either foes or friends
There is no use to lament and cry
You should not back and ask why?
Neither there is any necessarily to feel bad
Nor is there any use to feel guilty and sad
It is universal truth that one has to depart
You try to retain nothing but impart
It will always give you inner happiness
It will grant you honor and closeness
I may look towards apostles with immense trust
It makes me feel good and it is really must
It will save me from possible embarrassment
I have prepared to leave the stage at any moment
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You promised
You promised me smooth sailing,
Sadness or joy with zeal and hailing,
Solder to solder and never trailing,
Task and opportunities equally availing,
I thought you were the best choice,
You had melody and sweet voice,
You spoke less but merely consented,
When sincere proposal simply presented,
How can I forget that memorable moment?
Rain was pouring and you stood in pavement,
Getting wet with perfect natural agreement,
I stood motionless without any movement,
With a gentle noise, you raised head,
Eyes invited me for taking lead,
I could see future smiling and read,
Ice was melting and distance bare thread,
I spent nights restless,
Didn’t know but may be countless,
Nothing was coming from your side,
Pain was unbearable and difficult to hide,
You chose a way with bold decision,
No lacuna with accuracy and precision,
Life is to be lived with full dignity,
Yes for it and no uncertainty,
Lie has passed with all ups and down,
Little black spots under your eyes brown,
Couldn’t offer you the best crown,
But fame, standing and name renown,
You just said parting days are near,
I could smell and sense the fear,
Was she right when expressed desire?
Listen to carefully and voice hear,
I broke down with intense pain,
Tears rolled and falling in vain,
Events were taking place almost in chain,
Will we be separated? Remained worry main,
I almost shook head and took her hand,
Dear hade we build hut on sand?
Did we not start as friend?
Why then you talk of sudden end?
It took me off how to explain?
How I will stay calm and remain?
My position will be that of slain,
She was bidding with lot of strain,
She promised met to last long,
Walk firmly with path along,
She never questioned what was right or wrong,
Always with me as friends among
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Talking To Winter
'Merry Winter' winter said,
'May you be happpy by chill, '
I replied 'why thanks you alas,
This breeze is refreshing and shrill.'
Then winter said,
'My snow has to come, though it's late..'
I then replied in a pleasured voice,
'My Winter friend, it's really worth the wait.
For you can never desert us,
Coming every year, better late than never, '
Winter than calmly says,
'You're right, I have come forever.
Every December, Jan or Feb,
Turning up even in April I will,
To turn your faces warm with smiles,
So that you can feel the chill.
My soft cushions lay on the ground,
Snow, as I think you decide it's named.'
'Yes, that's its name' I replied nicely,
'That's what keeps Winter spirit, enflamed.
It's nice to know you Winter,
You bring happiness as well as a change,
You give us a shiny moon,
And coldness in a great range.'
'Thank you' replied Winter,
'Your comment has made me feel nice,
Like for once I feel warm,
My chilliness needs some spice.'
'Haha' I replied politely,
'I'd better stock up on heat,
Spice to winter sounds chilly,
Like giving coldness a beat.
Well thank you, what a nice talk, '
I said in a merry tone,
Winter replied 'well thank you as well,
Atleast this winter, I'm not alone.
Pleasurable talk, gets things open,
I hope we talk much more,
Maybe invite some friends?
I've got Autumn, Spring and Summer in store.
Lovely talk.' I replied 'same, lovely...'
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Unexplained Feeling
Unexplained feelings
When I first saw him
he took my heart away
Now I need someone to
put my heart at bay
him still on my mind after all this time
How did I mistake
love could be so blind
we took it faster then I thought we would
Only if I can go back
to change the past
would I
would I change it
I'm afraid not
would I have paced myself
and took it slower
or would I
would I have taken it slower
I'm afraid not
Only if I could have saw the signs
and just said no
were there signs
dose he think we went to fast
I don't think he dose
could I have said no
no I'm afraid not
It could have waited
could I have waited
no I'm afraid I couldn't
wait another day
wait another hour
wait another minute
or wait another second
I wanted him right then
and there
no I couldn't have waited
I had lost all control
did I want him
yes I wanted to be one with him
more then I've ever wanted someone
in that one night
I wanted more and more of him
more then I wanted of any one else
I couldn't get enough of him
the more he gave me
the more I wanted to do with him
I wanted to be with him and in a rush
I should have noticed more
that I was out of hand
and I was the one cheating
on the one I was supposed to love
but didn't anymore
When ever I'm near him my heart jumps
out of my chest
and lands in his hands
when I'm without him I feel ugly and gorgeous and the same time
ugly cause what I did with him while I was with another
gorgeous cause that is how he makes me feel
as gorgeous as a princess
as gorgeous as a bride on her wedding day
or as a sun set on a September day
There's noone to blame but me
I was the one that pushed
I was the one who wanted him
so bad that I cheated
I know what I have to do with the one
I was suppose to love
Only if I had a clue to make things new
would I
no I would not
cause that means I would have not felt
that fire that made my body lite up in flames
as our lips touched for the very first time
I would have started off on the right shoe
These feelings are so right how could they be wrong
these feelings are new they have to be true
these unexplained feeling I have for him
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Anywhere you like
You suggested to me let us meet anywhere,
A place Where HE is not there,
We then will have enough freedom,
With close quarter and ruling the wisdom,
We exchanged so many pleasantries,
Life was to level with your words and commentaries,
No distance seemed between ocean and countries,
Neither mountains, hills nor any boundaries,
We had feelings for each other,
Relation still didn't grow any further,
Eyes met and said to one another,
Let us not forget this moment and bother
I prayed HIM sincerely for your hand,
He smiled and blessings lend,
I looked at you for further acceptance,
You okayed it without any insistence
Now I have enough courage and bold strength,
I could go and meet you at any length,
Is it not necessary to see each other before we marry?
Life' as challenge was to be understood and carry,
He was hesitant for slight moment,
I too did not allow him for single movement,
Slight delay was causing me some concern,
I was not prepared for sudden and any 'U' turn,
I offered my self for holy deal,
I was there for his wounds to heal,
With only condition for him to be real,
Waited for his approval for the final seal
What word was I expecting from his mouth?
I did not care whether he was from north or south,
I wanted firm commitment and promise,
Relation was to be permanent..................
I was not here for simple game,
He was not here for charge or fame,
it was an earnest attempt to do with sincerity,
What was at stake//////////? Nothing but simple clarity
I didn't know what all I did,
conscious very clear and didn't hide,
talks very clear and nothing to confide,
sincere desire with best offer to provide
I am not sure of what others might say
I want to have perfect guy in my way
He will come and grab me for ever
I want to rest on his solder forever
He must know what I am and what does it mean?
I can offer my complete conscience and lean
I want to know definitely and precisely learn
Will there be any treachery or any ugly turn?
He can be whole and sole for me
I may consider him as holy gift from thee
Since I know he is meant for my existence
I simply don’t worry for his continued absence
See to it that it is done with all good show
Allow me the freedom to mushroom and grow
I will stand all the taste of cruel wind
I stand there alone and you may find
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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No longer carry
I will no longer carry the sad events
Push them in corner and offer no comments
It is difficult to isolate but no other way
All the time it will detract and your attention away
It is sad to write about it or keep in memory
Eyes become wet and land you to feel sorry
Mostly the childhood friends remain in mind
You feel elated when remember them as very kind
I had friend called “Ratan” meaning jewel
He was lame but brilliant and would always excel
He had sharp mind of wise man and always advise
I felt so bad when heard the news of his demise
Some of my friends would push him to the ground
They will pull the cloths, give chase and surround
He will stare at them with pity and helpless face
He would still not curse the almighty for not being in the race
It is often sarcastically commented
Cut joke on their helplessness and resented
No one would come forward for good proposal
They will be kept aside with quick disposal
Today I find him close to the chest
Even though he is no more but still served as best
I remember once he said in my ears
“Never forget mom even if passed many years”
I realize what did he exactly mean?
He put it to me soberly and very clean
It did not have any coating of sugar
He tried his best and remained all the time eager
I am on the last leg of journey
Still I am being invaded by many
I don’t know what they mean by heavenly abode
I think it may be mentioned as path to reach to God
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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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Goal
Never thought I may have to leave and pack
Did not pay serious attention or looked back
When time approached, I was caught unaware
Everybody should think over it and prepare
Not necessarily you should worry and put strain
There will be enough for you to board the train
You should be ready and reserve in advance
All will be well and in order when you look around and glance
Life journey may come to abrupt halt and adjourn,
Many of your kins may leave you behind to mourn
March may go ahead with sad or happy memory
One should face it boldly without any worry
Life is sacred mission and should be judiciously pursued
Every move will be countered and you will be sued
Opportunity should be availed and not missed
Failure or success, death or life should always be kissed
You may like or prefer to laugh at the outcome
Things may turn sour when you are not welcome
Hostile reception may land you in awkward position
Life may look mixture of all and good composition
You can err, learn, laugh or cry
No one would come and ask you why?
Whether you lay flat on ground or fly
You should rejoice at success and never feel shy
I may not hold practical philosophical view
Time and again give look back and review
This will afford enough room to assess
Kindness to offer and crimes to confess
It may not be possible to remain lenient
Not to remain calm and even silent
You must look forward with aim so high
Feet firmly on ground but looking at sky
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Go-Alone
One has to travel it alone
It is like surviving onslaught of cyclone
The life has made you for what you wanted to be
Resolute in mind, independent and totally free
You can decide the destiny
Having trust and faith in almighty
Certain things you may or have not
The desperate bid has to be made and force the way out
The relation built here are on temporary basis
There are no set views based on any thesis
It is one’s own mind that has to be read
Catch the path and go forward to lead
One may lead the life in isolation
As he may not find time to build the relation
The lovely companion in life is matter of luck
The ship always remains ground and struck
You have tried many times but failed
The chances were there but not availed
Something struck to your mind and it flopped
You were not encouraged and all the time stopped
You missed the bus as it was full
You made attempt were not successful
You could get in to occupy the place
But you had no resolve to find out and chase
You waited for someone to enter life
To walk hand in hand and to be called wife
It remained a dream and time passed away
You just waited for and gave the way
It will always be good to have someone
To look after in bad time and have fun
life is not merely probing ground to make run
but make it beautiful and worthwhile in turn
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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You Were Never Truthful
'You were never truthful
Forget about being faithful'
She blasted me for being evasive
She refused to submissive
I was taken a back
As everything was at stake
Her eyes were fully awake
She was for real relation and not fake
Somehow I was able to manage
I felt her position as that of bird in cage
She was not weak in any sense
But of late she remained very tense
I preferred to go slow
As I expected bright tomorrow
She was expected to come down
As I had shown willingness to own
I might have erred in many ways
But surely had not gone away
She occupied central position
There was not to be any confusion
Yet it existed in her mind
I had no clue or idea to find
I tried my level best to know her better
But she had already turned bitter
I listened to her patiently
She was in rage presently
She won't hear a word from anybody
She had blasted me off already
Let me admit i love her from heart
I want it again with fresh start
I may be naïve with no love art
Yet I feel my pulse miss some beats to be a part
She will realize my plight
My sincere wish to be always right
I meant love to be only means
To come in terms and make heart win
I touched her hand and promised
Asked for apology and gently kissed
On her hand and reassured good relation
Now there was no reason to be angry with any question
She stared at me with lot many questions
She smiled gently but made no mention
I was her best friend and she knew it well
It was her right to be angry and everything to tell
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A Reality
If today in your feeling tone I am Saint
then tomorrow if your feelings change
I can then be transformed into Satan.
If I am steady most and not either
then clearly then Reality for me is the same
and your feelings about me must be in disconnect
and not rooted in who I really am.
If Mind changes its stripes
and truth today can become tomorrow false
how then is Mind rooted in Reality, which we agree
undergoes no change.
If spirit too can vacillate from exaltation to low depression
what is then steady most in our universe?
If all of the elements in our periodic table are in constant flux
losing and gaining electrons
and existing one minute but not the next
what then is the nature of any Unchanging Reality?
Clearly then all is in flux and who I am today may not be
who I will be tomorrow.
Good news this and bad news too, because how can I predict
the who I will be and if I will like Who Now better than Who Tomorrow?
Some question then if all things change, then what then is doing the changing; they point to Consciousness. If things change who is tracking steady-state all that changes and recording it? The self? Is Self and Consciousness that steady state beneath all things changing? Or do they too change from time to time?
Puzzling this.
So when one is told 'Get in touch with Reality' what the hell could that possibly mean-yours, mine today, mine tomorrow, yours now, or yours which will will surely change tomorrow too?
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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