Hollow World
I heard a speech in religious congregation
It was widely read out in relation
With worldly happenings and people around
The speech was tremendous and seemed very sound
As all religious leaders try to prove something good
To preach and get satisfaction out of it and consider as food
What do they have with them except to part with good words?
Spread the message with love of almighty or lords
They have found refuge under roof of holy homes
Where no one is shunted out but always welcomed
Nice treatment with all help for possible mental peace
Nice words, healing touch and free from any satire or tease
But we live in live world surrounded by sheer lies
All sorts of rumors, propaganda and false promises
Dependence on such persons whose words are hollow
We know about it but still compelled to follow
If not, then there is cruel world to face
Left behind in sands even though considered as mad race
For paltry sum or gain of no significance
Daily quarrels, altercations and pursuit of insignificance
We live in world that is built on promises
Constructed by liars with full of flaws and misses
I love listening to such gimmicks despite knowing the reality
To hide the emotions and inside rage is called very good quality
Well, no one can claim aloofness
It may be called dirty ground reality and dirty surface
Yet we have to live with it by making permanent base
Run after it, grab it and survive after making frantic chase
No one has succeeded in escaping from its dragnet
The ground has been made slippery and wet
There are every chance of slipping
Cry over bad fate and weeping
It may remain so for centuries to come
We may feel as if imprisoned in drum
Where our voice can’t be heard by outside world
As they have become used to and developed cold
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Live-in World
(charley foskett)
Producer for bonnie: charley foskett
Recorded in 1986 for the charity album 'it's a live-in world', part of the anti-heroin project. lyrics taken from careful listening.
Put an end to that long cold existence you've lived by
Let a warm and loving hand touch your pain
The part of you that is hurting, making you cry
When all the world looks like the devil in a 3-d frame
Pull down defences
Open up your heart
Don't build defences
'cause they'll only fall apart
'cause it's a live-in world
A live-in world
It's a live-in world
A live-in world
It's a live-in world
It's alright by me
So why can't you see
It's a live-in world
A live-in world
It's a live-in world
Alone and afraid and it's all inside
It starts breaking
And we cry from inside
But the help is denied once again
And your heart has grown cold
'cause you've grown so old
Bones aching
You'll be a slave to that white-powered whore
'til the dragon is slayed
'cause it's a live-in world
A live-in world
It's a live-in world
A live-in world
It's a live-in world
It's alright by me
So why can't you see
It's a live-in world
A live-in world
It's a live-in world
Etc...repeat and fade...
song performed by by Bonnie Tyler
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Am I Crazy
Words that keep on coming
into my crazy mind, but why?
they enter they run around,
confuse, they drive me mad.
Nuisance this world of ours,
silly too the words that come,
they go away to come again,
in and out, they roundabout.
Turning they fly into my mind,
where or how who made these
crazy words come in, silly too
To I find my mind so troubled.
Am I mad, am I sane, am I crazy,
am I nuts, am I around the bend,
am I creating, do I have a problem,
do I have a gift for crazy thoughts?
Is it wrong to question, wrong to ask,
is the world mad or am I pretty dumb,
or should I become like a good sheep,
become a flock, a clique, a tag along?
I need to have an answer or a reply;
life is everywhere, so beautiful to see,
people love, they have their families,
they help each other, they marry too.
In all the crazy words, questions found;
if our world is full of beauty, full of growth,
if we love someone who is a human being,
a member of the human race that cares.
Most try to make a better world to live,
yet some who believe in this or that,
try to sweep the love the care away,
they kill, they hurt, they make the war.
Why use weapons to destroy beauty
of our world, make the bombs, the guns
that kill, spoil our world, hurt, injure
wound people, damage work that’s built?
If you can say my crazy words are wrong,
and give good reasons why you’d rather war,
kill people, destroy their homes their lives,
destroy trust, truth, spread hate not love.
Than live a life of love, harmony, of peace.
Convince me of your love for all mankind,
Only then and with much persuasion will I
be a good sheep, who follows, tags along.
Indifferent, unconcerned by worlds at war.
Bob Blackwell
23-05-2010
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God smiles on everybody
God smiles on everybody whether you read scriptures or not
These are arguments of yesteryears and need not be fought
Whatever appeals your heart and mind becomes religion
Choose whomever you like and stay as companion
These are all true things to learn and observe
It will be really nice to stay at disposal and serve
No matter what ideology you share or believe
Must live in heart with love and try honestly to live
If you have good heart and kindness at heart then you will smile
The whole of area around you may bear the same for a while
Nothing will affect your daily routine as you are close to him
He will take care of everything even if some of the chances are thin
I read your message on Poor’s face
Toiling very hard without being in any race
I saw sarisfaction, gratitude and complete faith
I forgot almighty or God and remained with him
I saw God every where around
His music was prevalent in every object and found
The air was responding with all rhythms and music
There was beauty and only natural beauty as magic
You need not search peace ion any temple or church
It will prove illusory and result into futile search
You need not be told about omni presence or to be preached
You can directly have link or easily reached
Love does not mean physical attachment with beauty
You can have it as part of life and become naughty
But still at large it is affection and love to fellow men
If this is to be taken as any indication then it is good omen
Love spreads love and emanates same in vicinity
This is called humble submission with good quality
Where hate can be countered with love and affection?
What else do we contemplate or want as action?
Merely visiting a holy place is no answer
This might have been understood by fewer
Still it holds the views and ground very well
No one may be in position to offer different tale
It is not bad to hold orthodox views with reasons
It cling us to be near to Him as devotee or religious person
Still if you held broad views about him and surrender
It may work as miracle and pure wonder
See smile and love on each face
God may be compelled to resurface
This is rare probability in case
But we may through very good phase
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World without boundary
I have heard the speeches of great leaders
Their philosophy and ideas are appreciated by me as readers
No where I could smell a fallacy in their utterances
“The world as one family” concept has drawn many as fans
There is nothing wrong to dream about one world
Where many aspirations can be brought in one fold
Devoid of boundaries, world can be seen as golden concept
The idea has never gained ground and people have really slept
It sends heartening waves when we hear or dream of boundless joy
The preaching of different religions under one roof will be nice to enjoy
Who can claim that world is unsafe and can’t exist as single entity?
The almighty also dreamed of same holy land blessed with divinity
Can we imagine about beautiful and pleasant morning with church’s bell?
“God is one and Oh, almighty you are great” when mosque’s prayer tell?
“You are in each and every particle” when hymns are sung in the streets
“God bless us with divine light to seek blessings and greet”
It is not easy to assume why Almighty preferred His emissaries to descend?
At different parts of the world for the love messages to be sent?
Had He any apprhension that message of good will at any time may be misread?
The cast, color, preaching may bring hatred and world may be differently lead?
It is unusual to witness the tragic end of God’s emissaries
They have suffered the brutalities in the hands of adversaries
We have eyes filled with tears as tales of tortures are being told
We feel shame and curse the human life for being in tolerant and cold
Still we see silver lines in their preaching
There is uniform pattern of conveying message in teaching
Message is only one and that is loud and clear
“Come to my fold with sincerity” to escape the agony and fear
Not today but centuries later the same voice may be heard
People may realize “Love is the only option” and not the hatred
The temples, churches and mosques can not be built on ruins
What will exist inside when it is like full of garbage in dustbins?
The religion is one which can create bond with legion
The enmity is over and brought together in all the regions
To see same sun, to breathe same free air and move around
The same treatment, same movement may certainly be found
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A lion's head
At heart you were deer
liked by all and to be addressed as dear
preferred nice words to hear
without any stab to fear
Lions do not roar
still there is uproar
he has wild land to rule
In nice king's role
Who has not seen their elegant style?
they move freely in their kingdom for a while
they rule over thousands of miles
yet it is habitat to live for meanwhile
A lion does not share
he never looks around and stare
still everyone praises his role as fair
there is charm and thickness in air
No one tries to look so elegant
it comes automatically or instant
people may know by actions or words
As there are blessings from the lords
It is nice to dream a reality
noble and standard is the quality
it drives powerfully among herds
the beautiful music will be made by birds
it is fantasy but not stupidity to remain near nature
that accords permanent refuge for future
we sail against winds and reach the shore
still remain ordinary and ask no more
I shall remain as earthly as possible
though with strong mind but body as feeble
Still I shall look upon as victorious man
As I have acted only human
We may try to project or live under that name
all fearless qualities we try to claim
we are not at all worthy of all qualities
we fake the originality and live under same identity
It is good to be called lion hearted person
he or she may have all the valid reasons
it is glorifying one of the bravest creature
it is their life style to live with nature
You can never pretend to be human with lion's head
it will no where allow you to lead
the lion will not succumb to the domination
human beings surrender with little hesitation
You may with beautiful dreams
as it is not reality as sun beam
how long can you stand under the hot sun?
you may try to find safe refuge and run
We have many ways to reflect the views
we ask for open opinion and constantly review
it is still a big question as what is contrary?
it is ruled out of question and stands as unnecessary
It is good to be looked as brave
You may not be lucky to have close shave
some day it will pose direct threat
it will depend how you respond or treat
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The Broad and The Narrow
When Christ started The Church He made things quite simple and clear,
However many are following Religious Leaders into ambiguity I fear.
Christ came to give us freedom through the Cross-of Salvation,
However many are following Religious Leaders on roads of damnation.
Christ told the early disciples of only one road in which to follow,
But today Religious Leaders try to make His words vain and hollow.
The only road is a narrow one, and you enter through a narrow gate,
This Truth is despised by Religious Leaders, who proclaim it is hate.
While very few find this road that leads to the only Resurrection,
A broader road is being paved by Religious Leaders to destruction.
It’s easy to get on this road through a wide gate and many are on it,
Being lead by Religious Leaders who Christ warned are false prophets.
They come to you in sheep’s clothing and appear to be pure and good,
But inwardly these Religious Leaders are darkened ferocious wolves.
In the end many will abandon the faith to follow hypocritical liars,
Lead by Religious Leaders with morals that were seared with an iron.
When you stand before The Lord, it’s only His words you will hear,
You can follow these Religious Leaders or The Lord with Holy Fear.
Will He say “Away from me” as you chose to be wicked and irreverent?
Or will you hear Him say, “Well done My fine and faithful servant”?
(Copyright © 07/2002)
A poetic world
It is poetic world
Flow of nice words
No creation of upheaval
Words to look nice and real
It is for peace
Life to be at ease
New energy to release
All hostilities to cease
No storm to come and lash
No breach in shore and wash
It may be with message of danger
To come out of it without any anger
The world may be facing disasters
You may knell down before masters
Your feet may crumble
You got to be very humble
It is platform to spread message
Find the place in heart with good passage
The world to live in fantasy
No use of asking for any clemency
Better world with enough humor
Not to pierce through shield or armor
Rule the heart that needs solace
Will it be there in any palace?
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Look Not At
Look not at what he or she appears
They are the same since years
Their sweet voice ring constantly in ears
They are our real brothers, sisters and neighbors
I never saw ugliness
But read only happiness
When they spoke few nice words
That was as if blessings appeared from the lords
What we all need in real journey?
When not needed wealth or money?
Few words do the real trick
When we have strong resolve to stick
What makes us to feel for outer show?
May be some irritation when it grows
For a face unfamiliar or with ugly appearance
That has been given by almighty at once
Who can undo it for any good reason?
But an individual can be nice person
Good at heart and full of compassion
That is all needed now for good relation
I used to read lovely messages
When they may speak nothing due to old age
But I catch the intention when look at
Their eyes seems full of thanks when fully set
What can be good if beautiful face turns cruel?
With nothing in store to express or tell
I love ugly people (God forbade me)
Who always love and pose no trouble
I wish to be one among
Even if they go anytime wrong
I shall cherish their inner beauty
When they speak little but with blessings from almighty
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Reflection Of A Shiny Object (*)
Make as much money as I can…
That's my ideology.
Let the blood drip through
These dead fingers…
My money is as dirty
As my mind…
I don't care about love
Much less making it…
I don't know how to love myself…
Much less how to love someone else.
I live for the green…
I'm so lost…
This is all I got…
How can anyone love this?
How can anyone love what I've become?
I underestimate myself…
But no!
I can do so much with money…
I can travel around…
The people around me,
Will envy me…
And not actually travel with me…
But I'll make them envy me…
You don't understand!
I have nothing left!
Best things in life are free…?
Ha! No such thing!
The good has a high price tag on it…
You buy it…
And then…
And then it becomes yours…
All mine!
Yeah, all mine.
Mine…
Mine…
Am I sounding like a two year old?
No…
I need to get my share!
You never know what can happen…
There's nothing else inside…
Empty…
Why?
Why do I feel so empty?
So angry?
They just would never get me...
Never…
They seem like good people though…
Oh, but they probably didn't have it as bad as me…
I have a reason to be this way!
They don't know what it's like to be me!
Because they're not me!
We have nothing in common!
Nothing!
Well…
We look pretty similar…
Have the same emotions…
But no!
We're very different!
Different stories!
If only I could have all the money in the world…
I would make people bow in front of me…
Kiss my feet…
Since there's no god…
I can play god…
They'll fall for it…
They always do…
Ha! I'm so clever!
I can barely contain myself!
…
You know…I just don't give a f***!
I don't give a f*** about children!
I don't give a f*** about women!
I don't give a f*** about f***ing trees!
Trees…chop them up and make me some money!
Ha! I'm so clever!
I hate those savages…
Those hippy a**holes…
They don't know how good it is to have power…
That's why they don't want it…
Yeah…that's exactly why they don't want it…
They just like listening to rock and roll…
Touching each other's hair with those dirty hands…
They're so stupid…
Seriously…I don't know how they can live with themselves…
You know? For being so stupid…
And dirty...
With their dancing…
And singing…
What the f***, right?
Grow the f*** up!
Get a nice car, nice house…
Travel all over the world…
Never look like a loser…
Never!
So embarrassing to be poor…
Damn…I'd rather die before being poor…
But how do they look so happy without money?
They're just stupid…
Yeah…that's why…
They don't get it…
Just don't get it…
Their nature, spiritual talk…
So boring!
They do create some crazy sh*t though…
But no…they're so stupid…
I don't even get that crazy stupid art…
Idiots…
They're idiots…
Yeah…
Hum…
Yeah…
And f***ing women…
I make them my wh*res…
Yeah…women are such wh*res…
Dumb little wh*res…
Yeah…
Yeah…
Ah…whatever…
What the f*** am I doing talking to a f***ing mirror?
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The Three Keys
I am but a mere pen that he uses to put down the words.
In the hopes- that his voice would be heard.
I have given you choices with which you could decide.
Is you want to follow me, or choose to live a lie.
The world is full of promises that men will make to you
And there are so many broken, “ you know this much is true”.
We are living in a world where there is bitterness and hate
We’ve forgotten what it is to have a little faith.
HOPE, FAITH, LOVE are the three keys
As is THE FATHER, THE SON, THE HOLY GHOST
These are the things that you should treasure the most.
I have given you everything that you need to survive
And it will last throughout all time.
But you must stop destroying all that I’ve given you
Other wise the skies will be black, instead of blue.
The oceans will no longer be a greenish blue
For that has become polluted too.
The lands which have born food for you to eat
And the animals from which you get your meat.
Are also being destroyed by you.
How much more can I do?
If this world would join in unity
You will see a better world created by me.
I would take away your sickness and despair.
You just have to show “ that you care”.
Wars would become a thing of the past.
Peace is the thing that would last.
Hunger and famine, that would be erased too.
The three keys I have given to you.
And if you use them “depends upon you”.
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Good relation
A soul soaked in divine love
Can hardly afford to live
Think contrary and believe
Precious live to be thought over and relive
It will never allow you to think
Slight deviation may not force you to sink
Little ups and down in life can alter nothing
If you have truest like something
Nothing must rule over mind
Little creative activity to find
Most lovable part will be kindness at heart
Life to be lived with good start
Bitterness has no place at any stage
We may have to pass through various stages
Try to come out from dark and cage
Think of golden worlds written on page
World may live on indefinitely
All creatures whether good or bad may survive definitely
Why should we think of other side of the hill?
When we are committed to peace and good will
Surrender to thee as foolish child
Leave it to Him even if you go wild
Some way may be opened for you
You will certainly get through
To err is human
But don't act inhuman
Live exemplary as man or woman
So you can face bravely when summoned
Love the fellow being as his follower
Some of them may holly and can be found in fewer
We may be mistaken them by default
This can be called clear fault
Love may last longer than expected
World and people a large may be acted
It is give and take equation
Strong bond is only answer for good relation
Reap as you sow
Receive back as you throw
All action with equal reaction
Why to speak of all ill actions?
Let love take over hatred
Come forward to be lead
Fine moments may definitely be read
When you are no more and considered as dead
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For my country
What can I do or pray for my country?
Millions are starving and remain hungry
Precious time and money is spent on storage
The food grain is thrown away as garbage
We watch the show as very much disgusting
It is rotting in open ground and rusting
Not a single soul is raising voice
Where the words have gone with promises?
Plenty of grain is available
We can preserve stock and are capable
We do nothing to prevent the loss
We simply pray for only curse
Forget about economy and figures
What is in store for future?
How long you want people should die?
Do we have no remorse to feel shy?
We want to turn state into Welfare Empire
World is watching with and cutting satire
We are making it living hell for the poor
They have no place to go and find no door
Land grabbers and hoarders are enjoying heaven
Far cry and agony is not heard even
Politician make far reaching cry and remain silent
Humanity is on wane and completely absent
They see more profits in deaths
Even flowers have markets to lay wreath
Nothing is cheap and what is more ion demand?
All inferior quality products with famous brands
Who make take us to safety without tall promises?
When the loop holes will be filled with all the misses?
Earth has responded well with our sweat toil
Why are we hell bent upon to spoil?
Many more may die in days to come
Prices will be sky rocketing and welcomed
Death may welcome than living on ground
Is there any new formula to make for us or to be found?
Let us do no more curses?
We must feel ashamed of ourselves
How many millions more we would love to accumulate?
When your own existence has nothing to take credit or relate?
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Full Of Illusions
World is full illusions
There is no room for any confusion
We live with what we do not want
And part with what really is not our part
The nature is very much there
We have to search and go no where
You have everything within sight
Make choice that has to be very right
We believe in deception
We claim innocence but want no mention
The identity crisis is big question
Rest all built on wrong relation
You pray almighty for all happiness
Do nothing good behind to trace
Who can remember you when you are no more?
There are no words worth to adore
We have penetrated in ever filed
The interest and attachment is largely varied
There is undue haste and lots of worry
Yet there is every scope to feel sorry
It may be sheer madness and stupidity
But in today’s date it has full validity
Everybody wants to be rich and called millionaire
No place is, in fact, left to go anywhere
It is said “person is influenced by his own thinking”
He may flow with the air and at the same time sinking
There is no limit to his fancy and ambition
It is inherent weakness with strong inhibition
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Fine Without You
“I am fine without you”
I did not attempt to woo
It came all of sudden
I did not think for it even
I must definitely think
Must go deep but not to sink
Should try for honest relation
Try for real without any passion
What can I say in the absence?
Must think and realize its true essence
After al it is not joke but in real sense
Lead s to a state of feeling little tense
Well, good humour and exchange pave the way
At least you have some respite and say
Clear words and promises come to the rescue
No regret later on or worthless try to sue
Friendship may cover new area for breeding
No hollow promises but certain pledges for feeding
Making bonds for worth while duration
Can’t find and parallel or equation
It is worth to explore and find suitable mate
Should not leave it merely to cruel fate
May be its realization will be little late
We must be little reasonable and considerate
You can’t be fine without her
No other partner may prove better
Let this work out as permanent refuge
You have no chance to say no or refuse
We may joke and exchange bitter words
Should not miss and always look forward
Relations are built only on good will
Must be bonded and shouldn’t try to kill
After all it is worthy and fine elevation
Everybody has experienced it with fine observation
Nobody should try to subvert or lead to negation
Must accept it without any hesitation
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Kind Or hollow words
Why words are considered hollow?
Why taken differently if spoken slow?
Why taken as offensive if spoken little louder?
Well all in same manner if equally not offered
How come they form a rhythm when arranged?
How come they offer solace when offered to aged
Same usage but with different attitude and spirit
May have nice effect if mixed with nice bits
It lands person into rage
The moments something is spoken in haste
It crates anger and loud explosion
Putting an end to cordial relation
Words same but effects many
Tongue is considered to be thorny
It has no bone but slips to may direction
Then question arises about its wrong application
Same words can be taken into holy verses
And at the same time effective outrage with abuses
Person can loose temper and attack with wild emotions
The relation deteriorate with very fast motion
They are sharper than swords
One is called weapon and another as words
Both have same bearing so far result is concerned
Person is at lose when gripped and cornered
How a person can be threatened?
And with sweet words welcomed
Oh, god what a tremendous use of tongue
Let the use of words remain vague
It can hurt, kill, antagonize and make you laugh
As if one side joy and other side agony in half
Same way application with reasonable way can yield result
All may remain happy without fearing insult
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Who Will You Run To
You're not sure what you want to do
with your life
but you sure don't want me in it
Yeah you're sure the life you're
living with me
can't go on one single minute
And there's a new one waiting
outside this door
and now's the time to begin it
You found a new world and
you want to taste it
But that world can turn cold and
you better face it
Who will you run to when it all falls down
Who's gonna pick you world up off the ground
Who's gonna take away the tears you cry
Who's gonna love you baby as good as I
You won't know what it's like to live
on your own
You've always had me there beside you
You think it's easy finding
someone out there
who's gonna care as much as I do
What's gonna happen baby
when you find out
that there's no one there to cry to
You can tell the whole world how you're
gonna make it
You can follow you heart but what ya do
when someone breaks it
Who will you run to when it all falls down
Who's gonna pick you world up off the ground
Who's gonna take away the tears you cry
Who's goona love you baby as good as I
You found a new world and
you want to taste it
But that world can turn cold and
you better face it
Who will you run to when it all falls down
Who's gonna pick you world up off the ground
Who's gonna take away the tears you cry
Who's gonna love you baby as good as I
Who will you run to when it all falls down
Who's gonna pick your world up off the ground
Who's gonna take away the tears you cry
Who's gonna love you baby as good as I
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About Beauty Queens
I had read a lot about beauty queens
When I was in my teens
Something was written in their praise
About life, struggle and long chase
I was amused to read about beauty
I could hardly see by her side any tree
Her pose in different angles
And all make up with forced smiles
I found nothing at that particular stage
I was small and had tender age
People used to laugh at my suggestions
As stupidly I was making some mention
There grew some anxiety with passing of an age
Life was explained as golden and beautiful cage
Some one was expected to take me by surprise
Only I had to be prepared for it with some good promises
It very first sight I observed her with beauty angle
She had nice dress with red face like an apple
I considered her as loveliest beauty on earth
I thought for a while and pledged to live with
I had complete universe within reach
No one was here to brief me or teach
I had waited for it very long
It was proving everything wrong
I dreamed about being with future girl
It was nice moment with happy turn
I can be seen with lovely and beautiful bride
I was going down with joy and unable to hide
Such nice things happen once in rare times
I may not be part of it sometimes
Beauty may be seen in every female aspirant
She can be made permanent partner if some one really long for or want
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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No to isolation
It is neither secret place
Nor solitary in any case
Don't run away with fear
Pain and agony is meant to bear
See another side of human being
The beautiful heart can be found with king
Poor and rich all long for its company
You should search and go for it like many
Ni peace may be had from isolation
Even god may not grant that indication
As love and hate can be reflected on face
It is best to leave and spend time with human race
In human sound you may find hymns
Honest urge for almighty with concerns
They are also troubled souls and search for peace
Come back to the poorest of poor and live at ease
Death has spared no one
So don't be afraid of any one
It may find you even in isolation
It will then cause you great indignation
Severe not that has been considered sacred
You are only briefed wrong and mislead
No one has found almighty in thick forest
Even if some of the time has been spent as best
People may not allow you to be restless
As they too know what can be reality on face
World is too considerate if some one is in dire need
Not all are after hatred but few are still good indeed
So love to live among and spend time
It is possible you may have good time
You may find the bright sun shine with divine message
That is all we need in our entire age
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Stand by me
She asked "will you stand by me"
I wondered for a moment and felt so much free
From the old apprehensions and went just near
For repeat of those words from her to hear
It created a magic in air and spread like fragrance
I had waited long for it to hear at once
So many had repeatedly told me many times
That love is taking place only by chance
I dream nothing except your company
It might have been experienced by so many
I have different story to tell for all those
Who are really loving and honestly chose
It is wonderful to feel for each other
World is definitely nice place to live and bother
But here it is entirely different and meant for belonging
Time has now come to end the longing
It is spelling doom for dry spell
From now on everything may seem very well
Nothing will be serious for a time to continue
A different perspective from different angle to view
I feel mighty hands around waist
The heavy breath can be heard from chest
I need an extra courage to feel above normal human
It is in direction for making me complete woman
I dream about another world to live in
With total commitment and usher in
A place where sun and moon may shine with objective
Life shall remain totally committed and subjective
The phrase" stand by me "has its own relevance
Love now can't be told as happening by chance
It is on real land and will be shaped as we move on
The past may be remembered but reality may not be won
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A long forty years
It drives me back forty years
When i had heard beautiful voice in ears
She was to be my partner for long journey
We had to march ahead without source and money
It was no Man's land
I wanted beautiful face and hand
no one preferred to be a friend
I had feared a tragic end
It was loveless life and long sea
Only blue waters but not a shed or tree
I was bird with wings but not a free one
Nothing could be achieved by me as person
Though kind at hart, I missed killer's instinct
I was forbidden to maintain it very strict
I did not look at even called by name
It was causing me surprise and shame
I am not aware of delicate stage
For me it is difficult to manage
Though I have grown with the age
Still feelings remain hidden in page
I used to pray almighty to gift me with one
Who would love me alone only except none
It was desire and did not expect it to be fulfilled
Though lady luck so far had not smiled
As luck would have it and it rained
Water filtered through ground and gained
The little foothold in somebody's heart
I was liked by some one as a nice and smart
There was some one wishing to be part
I considered it blessings from the start
I knew it may not click sometimes
But it was turning very good times
I stared In her eyes to find safe refuge
I was in no position to refuse
I thought I may sink with little fear
She started it calling with “O, my dear
I heard it coming like bomb shell
I was fearing fall of hell
It was quite amusing to hear sweet words
I gathered strength to thank Almighty Lords
She fairly smiled to offer willingness
I was almost going down with happiness
She was to be my permanent bride
I utterly failed for emotions to hide
I still remember those pretty moments
It will not nice to offer any comments
Ya, it was nicest among all so far experienced
I was not in control to find it distanced
My feet firmly held the ground
I thought I have lastly found
She can be princess of fairy land
I would love to hand over my self completely In her hand
“ I am still in her fold
since then enjoying hold”
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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