Hard To Maintain
Any good feeling must generate sincerely
It may emerge only when got very dearly
You have put tremendous efforts to attain
You must strive very hard to maintain
We had all along dreamed for it
Now it is felt in corner of the heart
Such joy has no price tag or value
It has been attained since it was due
It has definite and unique feeling
No body may want to share it or willing
Still it can not be kept hidden for a long
You will praise it before all to go along
So much is written about this as subject
No one can have any reason to reject
It has such a tremendous driving force behind
you will be left with no other option but to be very kind
No one should live under falsehood
You have gained now adulthood
You every action will be weighed
You will be caught even if slightly laid
You may be spending sleepless nights
You may not know whether you are wrong or right
It may be troubling you alone
Such condition has to be undergone by one
Sometimes tears may come out of joy
I have seen such people crying over but still enjoy
It is like innocent stage enjoyed by child
If not give toy, he may cry and go wild
Life may sometimes play hide and seek
You may not be in position to recover in weeks
The reversals may dishearten you to feel very weak
You may have hardly any position to speak
If you struck with love failure
You may put your feelings on the paper
You may write or rewrite to express your indignation
The life itself is in doldrums and in question
You may turn poet overnight
You have all near misses to fight
You may think it beginning of an end
Everybody is against you and no one is friend
You have lost the courage to cry
You are not in position to plead or try
Nothing seems right in your way
The situation is desperate and driving you away
Love fever can grip any one at any stage
It has no restriction with the age
Everybody may attempt to flout the sacred norms
Even though they are aware and well informed
It is exclusive zone for people who lack courage
They may not have skill or ability to print on page
They may go down with heavy grief at heart
They are simply unaware of such magnificent art
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A bottom of heart
Such nice feeling from bottom of the heart
No one knows exactly when it will end or start
It can not be marketed all over for certain price
It is so precious and its feeling is very nice
Books after books are written on this subject
No one has advanced any particular reason to reject
It has such a tremendous driving force to sweep
You will be left with joy and later on only to weep
No one should live under fallacy
It has lots of joy and fantasy
Not difficult but it is not that easy
Keeps you wondering and very much busy
One may be counting starts in night
No one may know exactly what is right?
It is to be felt from within and alone
It has its own joy to be enjoyed by one
Have you seen person weeping with joy?
Talking silently with beautiful toy
It is such a unique feeling in lovely life
More joy of having her than making a beautiful wife
It is delicate phase one may pass through
All lies around and nothing seems to him true
Only one word strikes his mind all the way
“I long for you and can not remain away”
It is nice to feel all the way very good
No care for anybody and neglecting the food
It is like child asking for impossible
Landing in unexplored field with trouble
You may rightly attempt to write poetic verses
Tearing papers, writing all over and near misses
Nothing goes right from the beginning
It has disastrous start with the innings
One may try to hide the face but can not cry in open
Try to prove point by painting gloomy side with pen
Then also if no way is found out, going for long drive
Thinking all the positively how to come out of it and survive
May be it is lover’s exclusive zone
All novel ideas and new concept is borne
There is no room for backing out or escape route
No norms or any kind of rules to flout
It is always good to pass through such stage
It gives tremendous strength and power to manage
It can take place at any time and in any age
It will certainly be a unique experience and golden page
Almighty has made certain things for each other
Sometimes it may add to tension and make us to bother
But ultimate end will be very much positive and in order
The noble act has to be performed by not crossing the border
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Having To Live in the Country
Back once again in wild, wet Monaghan
Exiled from thought and feeling,
A mean brutality reigns:
It is really a horrible position to be in
And I equate myself with Dante
And all who have lived outside civilization.
It isn't a question of place but of people;
Wordsworth and Coleridge lived apart from the common man,
Their friends called on them regularly.
Swift is in a somewhat different category
He was a genuine exile and his heavy heart
Weighed him down in Dublin.
Yet even he had compensations for in the Deanery
He received many interesting friends
And it was the eighteenth century.
I suppose that having to live
Among men whose rages
Are for small wet hills full of stones
When one man buys a patch and pays a high price for it
That is not the end of his paying.
"Go home and have another bastard" shout the children,
Cousin of the underbidder, to the young wife of the purchaser.
The first child was born after six months of marriage,
Desperate people, desperate animals.
What must happen the poor priest
Somewhat educated who has to believe that these people have souls
As bright as a poet's - though I don't, mind, speak for myself.
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Step mother
Is step mother altogether different from real mother?
Every time this question emerges and bothers
Whether real or step mother the vacant place can’t be filled by others
It is woman who has heart to offer as kind feeler or soothers
It is very difficult to offer motherly affection
Hard to swallow bitterness as nothing is left for selection
One has to undergo rapid change and adjust to the situation
To share the grief even if there is real infatuation
You may like and love your own kith and kin
There is no love lost and always wins
You care for love and offer in return
Many things to forgo and many things to learn
Kids need enough care and love from both
you must have allegiance to God even without taking oath
To offer best love and attention at the cost of discredit
Even true love offered may need observation and merit
People will not appreciate good gesture and sacrifice
Motherhood needs recognition and need to suffice
Step mothers are always blamed for nothing
If no good name can be given then at least praise something
What does she get for playing this noble role?
Bad name and discredit for work as whole
Not easy to play role of wife with different approach
Many may meddle in the internal affairs and unnecessarily poke
It is holy task than holier
Many have played the role successfully even earlier
You should be careful and not to be choosey,
Task is not to difficult but not also very easy
It has never been appreciated in past
Apprehensions always persist and doubts cast
Single individual may not live to last it long
Indeed difficult position to be found and appreciated among
Who needs the step mother most?
The children who have dearly lost?
How does husband spend time and at what cost?
What is so important in life and what is must?
Life becomes dull and dry and without any aim
Not a single man will boost happiness or claim
It will be simple word game and all the blames
Whole system will be on fire and flames
Woman bears heavy brunt and finds it difficult
She is at receiving end and has to share the insult
God only knows how she copes with such ordeal?
She is doing tremendous work and makes life real
Lets us pass all the respect which ever is due
We may not know the situation or have any clue
Woman has very big heart with all the kindness and love
We must bow our head and her greatness simply believe
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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What Gives You Courage
Without fear there cannot be courage
Fear drives the unthinkable out of us
What gives you courage when there is none?
What gives you courage to get out of bed?
What gives you courage to drive when you know it's dangerous?
What gives you courage to succeed?
What gives you courage to survive?
What gives you courage to strive?
People have courage to live for their children
People have courage to live for themselves
People have courage to live for hope
People have courage because they believe
People have courage to not give up
Fear is not the essence of life
But a free soul not tamed
Courage is the journey of your heart
Guided by strength
On a path of untamed obstacles
Let courage guide you
As you begin your quest
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I Can't Answer That
Is a return to appreciate someone,
Just too late?
When one discovers,
A position taken of a situation faked...
Had been by another instigated to irritate.
Is it too late when one waits too long,
To express to another an appreciation?
And that time has gone?
What if an attempt was made,
To right a wrong that had been done.
And someone had been accused and blamed,
To discredit and defame.
Should a forgiveness be given?
When an admission of guilt has been finally admitted.
Or should a door that had been open be permanently locked.
Since all feelings of the situation has in the mind been stopped.
'Is that a question asked and said off the top of your head?
Or is this a feeling expressed from your heart instead? '
I can't answer that.
I wont allow my emotions to be played or reminisced.
'So...
You speak of this hypothetically? '
Are you going to answer the question?
'What are your expectations? '
I don't have them anymore.
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My Solution
Well I feel theres something wrong with my life
But thats the way it should be
I really hate it when I lie to you
But what does the truth mean to me
Well what went wrong
Your back is turned again
Is this the beginning or the end
Is this all wrong
You are more than a friend
Such a position that Im in
Well you know
Im trying so hard to live my life
Without you
And i
Tried so hard
I got you now
Inside
My heart it kills
Fueled by your love
In the end
Ill call your name
Im letting go
Its time for you to know
That all this time Ive been so wrong
Im letting go
The times more fast than slow
And everything is there for you
Well you know
When I go away from you
I lose control
My body
Is feeling cold
Like a winter day
Then I close my eyes
A picture so clear
Then I close my eyes
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Repeal Evil Force
'If ever I did anything wrong to any one'
I shall be excused, pardoned or forgiven
This forms daily prayer and I reiterate
My pledge to almighty even if that is unrelated
It is good to bow before him for anything
That is going to take place or even nothing
One prayer before going to bed sincerely
And another when I get up and forget rarely
It has tremendous power and pull
You are aware of what is going on in full
Your hand shakes before doing something wrong
Even if you may be the guilty person among
'Lead me kindly to the light O, God'
I shall repeat it for soul not to be sold
For paltry gain or harming the innocent
And request Him to be at heart and present
I feel confident when resume the daily routine
Even though the experience may be felt like quinine
Yet some divine feeling pushes us to stick
Discard the wrong and right thing to pick
These are the elementary things to observe
Life is full of problems and difficult to serve
There has to be some strong resolves
Will power to fight back and eagerness to solve
I ask nothing when prayer is performed
Only soul is searched and well informed
What I intend to and what is actually to be
Mind to think and heart to act simply free
It has nothing to do with any religion
It is secret bond and one kind of union
Something is spoken internally to feel with remorse
And ask for blessings to repeal evil force
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Position Held
It is unique and exciting to look back
When so much happiness left behind and at stake
I feel elated and life comes to full swing
As if I have become powerful with strong wings
I look around with hungry eyes
So many people have made earnest try
I have reached a stage where I feel no shy
With so much joy my eyes become joy and I simply cry
It is some sort of self appeasement
Heavy down pour wishes along with sentiments
I wish and waned to move among competitive world
Feeling self assured with crowing glory yet so much cold
I have no urge to appeal anyone
There will be some special man
Who will come rushing to me with nice proposal?
I eagerly watch and wait for its arrival
'What an exciting eyes with glitter? ' read golden letters
The letter was hurled under the door shutters
I could not sustain happiness at simple praise
I was given respect from someone amidst hostile chase
It is nice to feel and enjoy when everything is fulfilled
Every stage has passed through happiness and no wishes are killed
I am quite happy at what I am and what it should have been
Many come forward with praise and say' gorgeous you look on the scene'
I still hunt for those eyes who really want to find
My secret ambition and aspects hidden behind
I stare at proposal but keep quiet with little smile
Life moves on as usual as it involves no style
I am confident enough to know people
They can come near but can cause to trouble
As I am fully armed with impregnable shield
Position so much vulnerable but firmly held
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Strange Ways
Many people have strange way of meeting
With heavy face and deep frown, offer greetings
Good at heart but fail to show happiness
Forced try to come out of isolation and loneliness
Never mind meeting less people but share their views
Let them feel you are sympathizer among few
You are not here to gain their sympathy
But to share worries, agony and apathy
Life is worth only when you are involved in it
Light too may be seen only when lamp is lit
Feelings are also felt only when there is little gesture
Respect is also when only when you have fix tenure
You can earn fame only after hard work or dedication
Lukewarm response from others is also good indication
No one simply acknowledges your contribution
It is only for your hard efforts in distribution
'Live and let others live' should form the basis
It may lead to peaceful existence and avoid crisis
You need not speak yourself as work may reveal
Everything is open to judgment when nothing is to conceal
It is considered as achievement and good art of living
Fine blend of relation developed with and neat weaving
That is how one may comes to be known as very humble
His ideology may not need introduction with preamble
There is no big price tag for showing goodness
It must be seen as gift from God or holiness
Let inner strength find response with easy access
Life may be termed as worth while with grand success
Nothing may go wrong if one sincerely tries or attempt
There won't be immediate response or action prompt
Society or circle may recognize its real importance
It may have its own weight like any heavy substance
Many people go and opt for open confrontation
Use bitter words and enter controversy and altercation
They themselves mayn’t know what they are trying for?
Find no place to stand even at home or with neighbor
Is it not futile to try for worthless things?
Are we sure of attaining it for something?
Will it not cost dearly for our well being?
I shall prefer to be poor rather than being king
We are not here to behave as strangers
Sometimes we act like teenagers
Go for easy pick and quarrel
Simply accept wrong for real
Life itself is very strange with so many ups and down
Many may rot in streets and others may have crown
It is not important how and what you inherited?
But how you delivered and your work merited
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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R.I.P. My Depression
I have to do some soul searching
Eyes swollen and my heart is hurting
I’ve lost my way and everything is all blurry
I’m stuck right here because I love you only
I wished I was immune to pain
This love feeling forever driving me insane
So many questions and little or no answer
This is the fabrics of my life damn it; I have to make an alter
Yes I do love you…a bit too much
Then you upset me and I want to kill or strangle your guts
Today I realized what I was doing wrong
I confided in you when I was feeling out and down
Though I love you dearly
I mean no disrespect but me telling you my problems shouldn’t be
Oh my oh my I forgot about writing my emotions on a piece of paper
Writing until I can’t write no more...Read it to myself and burn it after
I hope it’s not too late… I hope I haven’t scarred you for life with my crying
Pen and paper I have to go back to basics
I’m an old dog (not really) I’ve forgot my old tricks
So I’ll sit here and see everything
Silence shall be my best friend for I shall say nothing
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So Hurt
Its hard I know to understand
Nothing lasts for ever
The things you used to say and do
The places you would go to meet
When you were together
You set your face against the tide
The harsh words that were spoken
But after all the anger
The shouting and the tears
You found your heart was broken
Fight the tears
Fight the fever
Dont give in
Soul deceiver
So hurt
With the pain you cant hide
So lost
And lonely inside
So hurt
When the feeling has died
So hurt
With the pain you cant hide
So lost
And lonely inside
So hurt
When the feeling has died
Just like the clock went back ten years
To make a new beginning
To work out how to live your life
To take the board and play the game
And recognise youre winning
Your memories mean nothing now
Youre just a little older
Moving forward with the crowd
Silent fears but laughing loud
Not wiser but just bolder
Fight the tears
Fight the fever
Fight the hurt
Dont give up
So hurt
With the pain you cant hide
So lost
And lonely inside
So hurt
When the feeling has died
So hurt
With the pain you cant hide
So lost
And lonely inside
So hurt
When the feeling has died
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The time is running out
The time is running out
I face the worst possible rout
I still do not know what is it all about?
There is more of suspicion and clout
I bow down to God and pray for courage
I knell down and sincerely ask about the ways to manage
This is the only when to come out of crisis
The religion and belief has its deep basis
I am tired of all these politics
I am not convinced by any of statistics
It has nothing to do with my inner voice
I prefer peace with less noise
I search peace from all the direction
But it needs all resolute actions
I can not afford to be impatient
As the situation is very complacent
Let time run out and pressure too mount
It should not off balance or lead to any amount
It is constant drive and frantic search
I can not halt but have to make march
It is compelling me to withdraw
I am unable or in position to draw
It is pushing me to the extreme corner
I am asking for favor and support to garner
I have no strength to go further and move
It has developed fatigue and can’t remove
It may strand me and prove disastrous
I have to move on continuous
I had decided to give up at one stage
In such condition it is difficult to manage
The desperate search should not be left
The need to go on is definitely felt
I would love to move on
The crisis should be blown over and won
It may prove suicidal if relented
You will be pushed and shunted
I need moral support from friends
To some extent It may help to end
It encourages you to stand up and fight
Only the search and cause should be right
It is very hard and truly unbearable
I have many doubts but still capable of
It may not ruin me completely but Cripple
The misery will be doubled or tripled
I may be hardly in position to go ahead
You all have to land me support and lead
I know the fate and can clearly read
I want to live with honor and raise the head
Come to my rescue if you really can
From pillars to post I have ran
It has paid me no reward on return
I wan t it to be changed or turned
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Deep in love
Why I am so deep in love and called mad?
Why give people chance to call me mad?
Failure in love attempts and feel so sad,
Always get thrashing from kind dad,
It was not complicate but simple love,
Sailing on water like duck and dove,
Getting to know better of her but not to have,
Driving me crazy as she never forgave,
Was it simple attraction or infatuation?
Confronted many times but confused with question,
was I so desperate and running out of time?
Was it the only priority and my object prime?
I may not remain quiet and simply rest,
Earnest efforts with sincerity and follow with zest,
Leaving rest to luck and trying for best,
May be life wants some more crucial tests?
Will my dream come not true?
Ever I find answer or get it through?
Sincerely I hope to have success,
with relentless efforts and without recess,
what will happen if she buckles?
Under tremendous pressure and refuse
Add to the woes and make me to confuse,
what should I do to make the situation to defuse?
Neither I will fail nor succumb,
I will act wise and not act as dumb,
Life will be shattered as blast after bomb,
I will pray God and also visit dead people’s tomb
,
Is it sheer crime to love a person?
Do we blame rain if it comes without season?
Why do they unnecessarily malign?
Is it necessary to please them and align?
I see no reason behind their ire
Why do they object and openly fire?
I did nothing to molest her modesty
I just proposed her hand with honesty
May be it was not good as one sided affair
I was not unreasonable with approach or to be called liar
I had just dreamt of a life with beautiful partner
In love life it first initiative and was just beginner
I could not believe my own eyes
When she offered me glare with byes
I was little shocked wither refusal
She had invited me to discuss it oral
I prayed God to give her good sense
I had never behaved irresponsible or nonsense
It was sincere wish and strong desire
I was all out for her beauty and wished to admire
Those are unlucky who fail and not face,
without knowing what joy is there in losing the race,
they call others stupid and mad,
whom would you actually call good or bad?
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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All about fate
Before you come to know about fate
Before it is realized or come to know very late
Take it on with full and final assault
Nothing should termed then as your fault
You are destined to meet certain things
I may result concrete or into anything
You may have some satisfaction of trying
You may accept it as final without crying
It is how life moves on with all ups and down
You may gain the popularity and be the talk of town
Your name may sometimes be dragged in controversy
You have the ability to come out of it with diplomacy
It is personal matter and has its own charm
It may always help and not result into any harm
You are to maintain relations very warm
There is no need to worry or feel alarmed
You might be carried away by strong wind
You may have awkward position to find
People may try to be hostile and unkind
You got to come out of it and don’t mind
No one can alter the position
It is blended in nice composition
There is no disbelief or superstition
It comes to life with some ignition
It may add to our woe
It may unseat you or throw
Amidst all you have to grow
Stick o position and sustain the blow
You are gifted with powers to change
You have ability to write on page
It is the strong resolve that may create history
Success only as others to leave behind as mystery
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Courage
Tap in, Tap in
Yeah, tap into my sharpened senses
I have the courage to speak
I have the courage to think
I am me, today and tomorrow
With courage we engage
Bringing new things to life's stage
We remove excessive baggage
As we try hard to be above average
Tap in, Tap in
Yeah, tap into my sharpened senses
Don't attempt to break down my defences
I have the courage to encourage
I rage upon those who discourage
For those who clap their hands in pretence
At my courageous expenses give out only offense
Courage has built me a new image
I feel as if I have entered a new age
I stand out now as I have come out of my cage
Making a difference as I get rid of blockages
Tap in, Tap in
Yeah, tap into my sharpened senses
Courage is great
Courage is the way forward
Courage sets the stage for change
Today is only today because of the courage of others
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Anybody can.....
Nobody can save you from committing blunder
Rain may also not stop even after thunder
Steps once taken forward can’t be taken back
Nothing can be considered when you are given sack
Some of the things can’t be retrieved once committed
Nothing can be added later on if once it is omitted
Relation can’t be improved upon if once broken
If you maintain it throughout it is sign of good token
Love to live with whatever you have and let others also live
Don’t think otherwise and impose your thoughts even if you believe
It will generate negative effect and bound to suffer
We hold different identity and certainly will differ
You may have tremendous energy to follow correctly with perception
You may infuse new lease of life right from the inception
What is most desired from a person is not lack of his vision?
But his ability to steer the course without any further division
This is how we accept and understand the life philosophy
It may not alter the stated position of any country or geography
It may, on the other hand, strengthen the belief and make the way
For better understanding among the people and have clear say
We do many things unknowingly out of frustration
It has nothing to do with good or bad presentation
Merely it speaks of unstable mind of sick person
Whole chain of problem starts without any reason
It may go unnoticed till you are publicly condemned
Whole blame is passed on you and simply fined
It becomes matter of great regret when brought to light
There may be no use at all even if you offer good fight
Well have your own way and clear say too
Pass the hurdle with clear vision and see through
It will have wide implications when seen the intention
You may need no more steps for prevention
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Poems of great poets
I used to read poems of great poets
They had great sense of humor but looked quiet
They were all in their late seventies
Full of experience and knowledge to influence young of twenties
I was not at all fascinated but greatly influenced
I looked with shame as some of words were not correctly pronounced
I was shocked in disbelief and it was quite disheartening
This all seemed to me as if end of career and its shortening
I used to wonder and watch at the sky
How easily the birds could roam and fly!
They had no restriction and could easily sing
They were armed with liberty and powerful wings
I used to hear great stories about the hard way and plight
How much great people were to struggle and fight?
Today I see them usher in great fame and in new era
This was made possible with additional effort or extra
It is good to have some literary test
It gives right way of means to prove best
The ideas can be expressed in best possible way
This also makes it possible for the tension and worries to keep away
I wondered what I would become or be able to write in future
It was just an anxiety but for something I was very sure
I would impress upon people and try to secure
The formidable position to attain and reassure
This was only dream and I was living in it
I was not at all near to it or able to fit
It was not such easy job and difficult to fulfill
All aspirations were to be realized but all in infancy stage still
It is child’s wish and may find it with good finish
It is life time desire before one is about to perish
It is not like having a desire of tasteful dish
It may remain all the way a simple but powerful wish
Most of us desire for great skill
But besieged with inferiority and zeal
Think of a poem that comes out with no feeling
Have then full thrust with will power of stealing
One may have very good zeal with poet's heart
With all concentration and dedication to start
That may improve upon with passing of phase
You will then with watching it with ease
Sincerity and skill can play a trick
One should be very simple and not strict
There should be simple and straight presentation
Even if you are unsuccessful still it will be a consolation
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A candle material
The heart is made of candle material
It burns to give light in general
This is what the impression we carry
It has tears in joy, happiness and with worry
This is the only sensible part which reacts
It obeys to normal happenings and sharply acts
It is instant and no delay action is awaited
It role is appreciated and clearly stated
It has fear of any time being extinguished
The whole gamut of exercise can be finished
But the ultimate pain can go no where
It has to be retained and felt here
No one knows what kind of piece it is?
How does all function assigned like this?
No one reacts except eyes being close to scene?
The tears have to come out even if want to be unseen
It has to dramatize its role in all the circumstances
It has not failed or discouraged in any instances
Time has come one not a dropp of tear was shed
It was only when there was realization of being misled
It has no time for grief when felt upon being cheated
It has no role when there is altercation and discussion heated
It has nothing to express in anger when love is in back seat
People are in rage and there is no time to think or greet
The role under such condition has its own effect
All other parts may have dominance and be in driver’s seat
What heart has to do when there is complete love lost?
It has to hide in the remote corner as there remains no trust
Love and hate can not remain side by side and go together
They can’t have any synchronization or scope to bother
If one is needed extremely then others has to make a way
Love has to be retained at any cost and hate can be pushed away
There is no such sensitive device developed anywhere
It is sensational and important part to have been gifted from there
Almighty wanted human being to be sensitive to some reversals
Else it was feared that people may not be in position to face the dismissals
We are thankful for being in possession
We are heartfelt and always remain happy with obsession
It has all sort of mechanism to make us laugh or cry
It has different shades on face when in complete shy
It has fear of being any tine extinguished
The whole gamut of exercise can be finished
But the ultimate pain can go no where
It has to be retained and felt here
No one knows what kind of piece it is?
How does all function assigned like this?
No one reacts except eyes being close to scene?
The tears have to come out even if want to be unseen
It has to dramatize its role in all the circumstances
It has not failed or discouraged in any instances
Time has come one not a dropp of tear was shed
It was only when there was realization of being misled
It has no time for grief when felt upon being cheated
It has no role when there is altercation and discussion heated
It has nothing to express in anger when love is in back seat
People are in rage and there is no time to think or greet
The role under such condition has its own effect
All other parts may have dominance and be in driver’s seat
What heart has to do when there is complete love lost?
It has to hide in the remote corner as there remains no trust
Love and hate can not remain side by side and go together
They can’t have any synchronization or scope to bother
If one is needed extremely then others has to make a way
Love has to be retained at any cost and hate can be pushed away
There is no such sensitive device developed anywhere
It is sensational and important part to have been gifted from there
Almighty wanted human being to be sensitive to some reversals
Else it was feared that people may not be in position to face the dismissals
We are thankful for being in possession
We are heartfelt and always remain happy with obsession
It has all sort of mechanism to make us laugh or cry
It has different shades on face when in complete shy
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A perfect drive
It leads to frustration and dismay
when people choose short cut or way
it not only brings failure but discredit
it is unwise step and not considered deem fit
No one can attain glory over night
he may have many reason to feel it right
it surely does not pave the way for success
even if you have ability or direct access
I was asked by someone to show some options
i suggested rigid method with strict adoption
they have no long sight to implement the drive
they half heartedly go for it and strive
I sense some trouble with hazardous short cuts
it increases problems with lots of if and buts
there is no scope for complete success
one fails to understand the situation and assess
It is no win no loss situation
you are there and there with its continuation
what else can prevent such sordid state?
it can not be attributed merely to fate
Some people are quick to grasp and act
they have fraction of second to react
little delay can cause lot of damage
it is surely then critical phase
It is rightly said 'Strike hard when iron is hot'
deliver he blow when real battle is fought
enemy must flee and be on the run
it is question of survival and not the fun
You can not afford to relax for a second
the situation may slip away and go beyond
it will be hard to retrieve the position
it may compel you to seek superstition
There is no alternate to hard approach
it may not be helped by an expert coach
you got to swim and reach the shore
you must have sense and ability to explore
No one can claim near perfection
it all depends on vigorous action
the result can swing in any direction
this is one of the strongest indication
No method can take you to safety
you have to add new features with variety
it can not be allowed to stagnate
it must confine to rules and strictly state
Sometimes short cuts can deliver astonishing outcome
this can be made exception and one time welcome
it can not be made as strict condition for all the plans
it must have full deliberation with careful glance
All will go well when adopted with full swing
some full surprises can be expected to bring
it is cent percent result with no loss at all
it is tremendous rise instead of nose dive fall
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A sense of deep feeling
I had the sense of deep feeling
Had strong urge and of course willing
But from inside something was killing
I could not decide whether it was end or beginning
It is strong human bond that forces for something
You might have got all or desired for everything
Still it needs warmth and special relation
If so then you are kind hearted person with such indication
It is not matter for open discussion
But make sure of it before having any passion
You must give fair trial for its durability
Such relation may only last long if has fine quality
Just pose a question where you are loved person
If so then what are the most probable reasons
Do you love your self than any body else?
Or is it simply infatuation or feelings very false?
There is no fun in rushing for quick result
You draw flake and sometimes insults
There are likely chances of failure
So make it reasonable to feel very sure
The intense feeling and eyes do the rest
You can read it and feel it as best
It has its own merits and demerits
You make sure where does it fit
The love is not a feeling to be prepared in advance
It takes place all of sudden and at once
No one knows when and why it will happen?
It is bound to take place if not desired even
It ahs fair chance of succeeding at any stage
Only it requires coming at the right age
As it is writing of words on new page
It is definitely a delicate and critical phase
One must make it sure that it is blessings
Not a single aspect must go unnoticed or missing
It is beautiful stage and must be felt immensely
It is God gift and must be treated as heavenly
It may have little sex angle or body attachment
But it is deep feeling with glorious moment
Some of the moments run along with mutual consent
But over all impact is understood and felt
I shall consider it as holy union
There is nothing wrong to seek companion
It is after all a strong bond with passion
One is ready for its acceptance and admission
I shall not deny its existence
The whole outlook is changed in its presence
You are stopped from doing something bad
Denial of its role may make you unstable and sad
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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