Idle Corner
it is not a crazy or idle corner
You should constantly think and not bother
You are simple human being
Must cry when feel like and when delighted, sing
This is how life goes on
What we lost apparently is actually won
You may take it as sheer luck
But actually you are no where struck
Time and again you go on proving
This is how you adjust and improving
It is your strength and courage
Without being confused, you should manage
No tears should be shed over split milk
You will not have cotton if you run after silk
Contentment is best satisfaction and recognized policy
One should remain within it and feel happy
Well, all are self oriented and confined
Their role can never be defined
God only knows what with and when turn against?
The sudden thought may compel him to consider it as best
Only a handful of people may struggle over nobility
At the end it may not prove of any of or ability
Even after so much wrangling if there remains confusion
The foolish idea must be brushed aside and ruled out of question
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Cried for Hours
I cried for hours
It was no fault of theirs
They lost the precious lives
My eyes could not believe
How all of sudden man can go wild
Sudden change of turning blind
What would happen to this holy land?
Where foes may act cruel but as friend
Why I should blame the luck?
On simple way I have been struck
I find no hope of survival
It is apparently seen as terror’s arrival
Many lie shattered in pool of blood
All have come here in search of food
They are met with tragic death
We may lament the attack and lay the wreath
I feel like crying further
No option is open and more to bother
Life is totally uncertain
What steps are to be taken to contain?
Many more may be bleeding in streets?
There may be no one to greet
What a pity on human lives?
They have become cheap to knives
Even animals strike only once
They test human blood out of threatened stance
Here human being is hungry of human blood
I try to shed tears for no good
I may pray almighty to give them little sense
Stop all innocent killings and nonsense
It may do no good to humanity as well
There won’t be any body left to tell
We may depart at inappropriate time
Assassin’s bullet may pierce through some times
What will be left behind except painful cry?
All responsible persons should gather strength and ask why
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Free Bird
I feel free bird today
I thought it required no attention to pay
Yet it was something new to me
As I always remained with tension and worry
Had I struck a jackpot?
Was I declared best on the spot?
I had no reason to feel delighted
I tried to assess but reasons were not sighted
It is good and life time chance
That can come hardly at once
One must avail it with full grace
With broad and free smile on the face
Even otherwise you can feel and remain happy
This important aspect is missed by so many
You need not find reason to be overjoyed
Every moment is precious and must be enjoyed
I tried to shed away the illusion
I wanted to have no more confusion
How can I do away with natural gift?
I needed only fine gesture with complete shift
It is one of the good and fine art
One must behave well and feel very smart
The joy and happiness is within
It is you only who can decide loss or win
Nothing may matter even if you remain in isolation
It can, in no way, build the strong relation
You can display it on face with strong revelation
The illusion as such may not pose any question
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Cry not
You should not cry else tears may fall
Hold them back until, you make call
you tell them not to fall or roll
is the cry only way left for recall?
Go in isolation or on the roof top
yell and shout as much as you and don’t stop
If need be then go to the hill peak
Shout in wilderness and don’t speak,
I want that not a word is heard,
No tears must be seen or feared
no one should come to sob you off
and no one should cut a joke on you and laugh
if you Cry in open or complain to anybody,
it may bring disgrace to somebody
it may prove difficult and the path may not be easy?
It will always trouble you even if you are so busy?
Never say in open that you loved her
Even if you want cry then don’t bother
don’t excuse that wall was so high
Wall may remain there even if you fly
Claim not that moral was so high,
you won’t get whatever you want in life
she may not become your wife,
then will you put your neck to knife?
See the reason and decide for and against
it is real submission that will be counted for as test,
what happens if you simply go for admission,
There may still be omission and emission,
Cry not for the beautiful and bright “eyes'
They are completely veiled to say byes
It may offer very good smile
When you are in very good mood for while
It is sign of cowardice and lack of the will
You should go for all the options available still
Why do you prefer to shed the tears in corner?
You should preserve your energy in the burner
There will be definite turn and change
Time may come and you will be able to manage
It will be good sign for honest and sincere lover
Rain too may feel happy and pour the shower
Think that you are the only person to be so lucky
The situation may prove difficult and tricky
Still you may have to face to the tune of rough weather
If you get her on your side then it will be honor or feather
Prove to the world that you are the only person?
There is every possibility to succeed for simple reason
The luck has to smile on you and wait for the chance
You will have then no time to look back and glance
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Peace and honor for new nation
Peace and honor should go together
It is big question to understand and bother
It involves no big or small nations
But question of deep attachment in relation
No country may want to live under shame
Popular will in this sense can’t be blamed
The tolerance has its limit and may anytime explode
At any time to attain the real freedom
Even bad rulers may be tolerated
If their steps are welfare oriented
Certain amount of misrule is also of less concern
Until it speaks of no bad intention and turn
The desert fox connived for higher ambition
It exceeded all civil norms and limitations
People could no more trust for their lives
Normal men had no means with peace to live
Country could afford no more burdens
It needed out burst with ignition all of sudden
One more fatal blow and nation was to be restored
To its full glory of past and honored
Finally it has seen the golden day
Peace has finally descended in its own way
Country has witnessed enough of bad blood
There is shortage of medicines, commodities and food
Libyan people are brave and blessed with natural wealth
There is enough to eat and manage for good health
If people are happy and remain united
It is befitting occasion to feel as librated
Any nation may feel proud with its ancient heritage
Only rulers take note of it and ably manage
Whether system is democratic or with semi pattern
It must be happily shared by all without any concern
We all must wish this young nation a prosperous start
Live in harmony with neighbors and never depart
From stated position of non-interference and neutrality
That shall certainly grant peaceful atmosphere with stability
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What the hell 'm doing on earth?
What the hell I am on earth?
What the mission and work I carry on?
What do I do for self and others?
Is it not wonderful I still live on?
What do I do and pray for?
Know not and still ask for more,
has this occurred to me this before?
Continue to ponder and answer no more,
is it confined to me alone?
’m the soul only suffer,
do you have any clue or answer?
does the answer lie with only power?
I love not to lead life very simple,
may not go for white but only purple,
See at water but not at bubble,
Think I not, though time more ample,
What more I have to offer?
Not yet prepared even for coffin,
is there enough food in my Tiffin?
Will my quest continue or confine?
I continue to stare and look at sky,
Sun, stars, moon all shine but why?
I find no answer and feel so shy,
heart feel heavy but can not cry
Am I so fool and feel so cool,
or simply a medium or tool.
If so, then why not I leave to HIM?
Why so urge and keep a whim?
I may not look back,
though no noble thought in my pack,
even turn rough and create some crack,
but still surge ahead and find good track,
why should I ponder over split milk?
Why not prefer cotton and run for silk?
Is it not the race considered so mad?
hide inside more and always look bad,
It is not I who will decide,
leave it to HIM as HE is beside,
no to right or yes to any side,
always in middle and nothing to hide,
I will bury all and not more think,
no more smile and no more wink,
neither I swim and nor do I sink,
with strong resolve not to blink,
I find it no less than conquest,
answer I found at simple request,
I know not whether good or best,
but certainly I find myself safe in nest,
I may thrive and also survive,
let there not be unrest and revive,
will always do and strive for good,
even there may not be any more fo
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Makes me bleed
It makes me bleed and hurts most
Irreparable loss though nothing lost
It may not be material loss or damage
Makes you unseat and difficult to manage
Why to distrust and cast a doubt?
Why sudden loss of face and turn about?
Is there any secret understanding or clout?
Why sudden loss of battle and rout?
It pains and hurts my conscience
I must go into oblivion with silence
Knock the inner voice and ask for remedy
Why life turns so hostile with such comedy?
I will not stand up and face the weather
Neither I will cry or continuously bother
May consider it as set back and differ with
Opinion of others but not suffer
It gave me enough of strength and joy
Full of real sense and simple tactics employ
Nothing so particular or malice intention
Still it stood as test and raised question
I must search the soul and repent
No to further quest and consent
Confine to realm with utmost sincerity
Steady pace and no more hostility
I should go down with human dignity
Love to live with simple natural beauty
Who is there on earth without any blame?
Can any one remain aloof and claim?
I too would live with no malign intent
Avoid unpleasant scne and remain content
God is so kind to grant us whatever we desire
Why then we hesitate and not even admire?
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No Bluff
You can never look worry free
If your eyes are on fruits and tree
You may be thinking as how to make best use
An idle mind is always in search of when let loose
It is human psychology and remains on constant move
They find no means for apprehensions to remove
This leads to unnecessary wrangling in mind
For which they struggle very hard to find
Only some people are exception to this syndrome
They are always happy when happily driven home
Nothing perturbs them when they are on guard
Everything is clear when they think and move forward
Inner reflection is seen on outer surface
That in turn reflects on the beautiful face
Its brings about glory and shine
Everything moves on smoothly and makes to feel fine
It is quoted 'What even if whole world you gain'
Loose the life or rest of the period is in pain
Nothing helps except contentment and happiness
That drives you in safe mode without any mad race
At first look itself you can make out
What can be happiness we all talk about!
It is self radiance with immense glow
As if bright sun shine is allowed to flow
Think for a moment and go for universal treasure
It may have many things in store to offer
You have everything to enjoy with pleasure
Only make it ample clear and doubly sure
It is easy to preach but difficult to practice
When you run out of words and promises
You may have to lead simple life with proof
It must be made known that life is real and can run without bluff
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A way of living
The life can't be taken easily
It must be lived and led happily
It is full of enterprises and adventure
We can make it fully secure
We can mould it in many ways
For longer period it will not stay
We have to take precaution and care
Otherwise it will lead us no where
The black clouds will not remain for long
It may prove us sometimes wrong
We are not alone In this universe
We should not lament or shed the tears
The problems may not be of permanent nature
We must fight it out and make everything sure
The way must be cleared before it goes out of hand
The approach should be positive along with trend
As the dark shadow gets longer in the evening
The next day may witness bright morning
The pain and agony in due course may disappear
You need not worry or live under fear
We have nothing permanent at stake
On some of our methods, we need to apply brake
Life is not simple cake walk
Our Acton must speak louder than the talk
It may turn tide in seconds
The water may dry up in ponds
You may be watching it helplessly
So make it worth while and don't spend it aimlessly
One has to act sensible and wise
It must be full of enthusiasm and promise
There has to be made some cut on the ice
Then life will be worthwhile and look very nice
Everybody may desert you at the end
Even friends may not remain as friend
You will wondering with lots of confusion
You may come out of with your wisdom and vision
Do something worthwhile and meaningful
We have come here not to act as fool
Then there won't be any difference between us and animal
You will face lots of humiliation and dismissals
The sand can't retain foot prints for long
The short term planning may prove wrong
You will get no more hints or warning
You only have to have good beginning
There may be no use crying over split milk
You should differentiate between cotton and silk
You aptness in handling may prove blessings In disguise
You should see the ship is at mid sea and cruise
Life still remains adventurous and full of charm
There is absolutely smooth sailing with no harm
It is to be lived with spirit and full of enthusiasm
There is no scope for withdrawal or any type of passim
Try to Love and live with all moments
It needs no arguments or comments
One has to make it worth while and beautiful
It is powerful medium or tool
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Good quest
What the hell I am on earth?
What the mission and work I carry on?
What do I do for self and others?
Is it not wonderful I still live on?
What do I do and pray for?
Know not and still ask for more,
has this occurred to me this before?
Continue to ponder and answer no more,
is it confined to me alone?
’m the soul only suffer,
do you have any clue or answer?
does the answer lie with only power?
I love not to lead life very simple,
may not go for white but only purple,
See at water but not at bubble,
Think I not, though time more ample,
What more I have to offer?
Not yet prepared even for coffin,
is there enough food in my Tiffin?
Will my quest continue or confine?
I continue to stare and look at sky,
Sun, stars, moon all shine but why?
I find no answer and feel so shy,
heart feel heavy but can not cry
Am I so fool and feel so cool,
or simply a medium or tool.
If so, then why not I leave to HIM?
Why so urge and keep a whim?
I may not look back,
though no noble thought in my pack,
even turn rough and create some crack,
but still surge ahead and find good track,
why should I ponder over split milk?
Why not prefer cotton and run for silk?
Is it not the race considered so mad?
hide inside more and always look bad,
It is not I who will decide,
leave it to HIM as HE is beside,
no to right or yes to any side,
always in middle and nothing to hide,
I will bury all and not more think,
no more smile and no more wink,
neither I swim and nor do I sink,
with strong resolve not to blink,
I find it no less than conquest,
answer I found at simple request,
I know not whether good or best,
but certainly I find myself safe in nest,
I may thrive and also survive,
let there not be unrest and revive,
will always do and strive for good,
even there may not be any more food.
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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 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
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Down With Age
I am not down with age
Yet feel imprisoned and confined
Love was never meant for me and stood defined
I tried to interpret and redefined
It may be greed or lust
For any individual is essential and must
It gives lots of inspiration
Strengthens the bond and relation
It is human nature to long for some association
It should not be termed as lust with any definition
Some may do it secretly and conveniently hide
It s interpretation is varied and stands very wide
Sometimes we run after outer show and beauty
We must clearly understand it as gift from almighty
No one can have it for simple asking
It has naturally come with full backing
She has full right to choose her companion
She may earnestly try for solid and strong union
It is strange that you are unable to accommodate
As you are living with confusion with no future date
Some of the natural things can not be termed as disease
It comes with the age and from time to time released
It may be useless to keep some one aside for love failure
Enough response should be given and made it amply sure
Females are blessed with enough of courage
They can come, stand solidly behind and manage
They may also prove to the difficult situation
They may also like to stand by you with continuation
We can not escape with our strange behavior
They are truly devoted and act as savior
The life ship has to be pulled together
The storm has to be faced and allowed to wither
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Over split milk
I may be taken away
As there is no other way
Destiny is all that we can say
Yet I feel not fine with present day
What to look back and what to remember?
When I have failed to think and render
The sun had shined all over the life again
But alas! Nothing stuck to mind and all went in drain
I am unable to visualize as to what went wrong
Why I was not prepared to take it as simple song?
What was hitch in spending little time for my brethren?
What did bother me all the way engulfed with the concern?
I have no answer for all at this crucial hour
Life meant just joke and merely a pleasure tour
I was so arrogant in behavior and did not care
The life was meant to enjoy and only to share
Well, good cycle never remain at once place
It changes fast so as to remind it's real face
The pleasure, happiness and sadness with gloom
No one can find permanent shelter with any room
It is not the same now as enough time has gone by
It can never be improved upon at last minute even if I try
The precious life was meant to be spent with care
It was all wasted with no ideas as to go where
It is not a just feeling or piece of advice
Life is all that we can say full of surprises
It does not set with sun or next day with rise
We have full control over it with enough of choice
I shed tears in isolation with grief over split milk
I had enough of time with everything at disposal to think
I failed to seize the opportunity and cashed it on
Life was about to be over in just split of second and gone
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Mind fluctuates
“Old habits die hard” as saying goes
But what human mind thinks and does
It tries to rise but fall back with little fear
People may speak and it has to bear
Never get discouraged
As in past you have tactfully managed
If not fully transformed
But you have acted and remained well informed
We are not slave of the habits
That is on negative side and considered s debit
We are supposed to come out
End to it with complete rout
Nothing can run for longer period on set lines
You have to create by lane or sidelines
So incase you need escape route
You can walk slowly on one foot
Time may compel you to shed the differences
You may have to draw the correct inferences
There might arise many instances
Where you will have to clear your stances
Person is adapted to set norms
He may find it smooth until warned
If something goes wrong
He needs to amend and remain among
Nothing can protect you from established practice
That may be easily understood and noticed
You may be cheated on various occasions
That may compel you to address the questions
It is neither your strength
Nor a set wave length
You need to fluctuate and respond
As it may then properly correspond
It is nature’s law to expose to change
Even seasons respond with and manage
We as human being need to adjust
That is demand and of course must
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Kind of Confusion
Talent, as we call and refer, as an instinct
Valuable gift from God and very distinct
No one can compare it with anyone
It is rarely seen with someone
It is seen and observed for the kids
We can certain assume and have the lead
You can clearly distinguish and read
You need no certificate or any kind of feed
Yet you go to prove it before experts
When you face the world class of arts
Everyone will have to prove class and ability
They will know better and praise the quality
People may put you o prove skill
It may drain you out and kill
With single thought that you are worthless
And has no dedication or courage to face
Such things can not be denied
Certain hopes are grounded or bellied
Basic facts can not be denied
Yes hope and despair is definitely accompanied
One may come out with flying colors
His ability and strength is proved and adored
He has now everything ready to explore
He can add feather in cap and ask for more
There is no end to our ambition
These are the basic inhibitions
We are ambitious and over zealots
But certainly not the fool or idiots
One will have to prove the superiority
Life can not be stagnated and must move on with continuity
There should not remain any kind of confusion
Life is live race and must be seen as compulsion
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Simple Race
In morning and in evening I pray
Earnestly fall to his feet to show the way
If at all I am doing anything wrong
Virtually with tears and in religious songs
It is the only way to feel guilty
As we are called children of almighty
We are made by him from simple clay
He is the only one to show us with comfortable stay
We are human being and may err
It is neither folly on our part nor error
But a gamble that every individual takes
In quest for obtaining sweet cake
Sin or no sin yet it is great load
Some of the secrets are not to be sold
They are confessed before almighty
With pure heart to regret and feel sorry
He is there with kind heart
To forgive all our sins for new start
We got to assure him of good conduct
This is known to all with simple fact
I shall stay wherever I am
Nothing should bother me or them
He is merciful and our savior
No one is superior or no one is inferior
Let us live as single entity
Prove your worth with nobility
No one takes you for granted
You lead the life as you wanted
Curse or no curse it is your concern
But forget soon when tides turn
Go before him and confess
Life is to be moved on as simple race
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A day ends
Day’s hectic activity comes to end
Complete peace descends on land
All journey directed toward home
It may be really happy welcome
As it is off from great hustle and bustle
There is no clash in mind and tussle
It needs a break with full rest
Time to look back and assess the best
Life goes on endlessly in this fashion
Still there remains lot many questions
Some of them are addressed fully
Some are still left to be realized wholly
I was partially paralyzed with quest
It was forcing me to deliver the best
As luck would have it nothing is achieved so far
I was not fortunate to find any bright star
It is universal saying and has been correct too
“One can not be successful all the time in life” is equally true
It is high time to wind up the show and retire
Else it will be great failure and satire
No more regrets in life for not being comfortable
All realized or not realized despite being capable
It was not the destiny you had longed for
The life was total failure in love and war
Even I need not shed tears over any breakage
It was not at all of my doing with past age
I was in position to manage but failed
The opportune time was not availed
As I hade passionately waited for another day
It was not proving in concrete and decisive way
I was not dejected person to stay away
I worked continuously for bright ray
Something has wrecked me from within
I am in no more good position to win
The chances are slim and very weak
I am not in position to spell out or speak
It has ruined my whole carrier
I had been good fighter and warrior
I always used to read face lines in mirror
It was not defined and showed some life error
I am tired and wait for no more chance
The life has deceived me all the times and not once
I have lost all hopes and now no more wait
Everything is now for sure with luck and fate
I wait with calm posture
Everything is certain for sure
There will be final knock at any hour
I am in full control and don’t shiver
I am for all good smiles
This was my life style
I took it as good mission
There was not at all any confusion
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Jealousy
I am overpowered and taken over by intense jealousy
Some one should not get angry on me and feel pity?
Neither has it been confined to one town or city
Nor it has been descended from divinity
I feel that I have been confined to cage
As if nothing has been written on page
Blurred vision with no thinking and direction
Lacking morale and nothing to offer for action
I feel shame and continue to burn
I may soon be out of scene in turn
What should I do and try to learn?
Is it confined to me alone and only concern?
Is it the frustration that has taken over?
Is it is the simple tactic to find cover?
Why to hide our own weaknesses for nothing?
Nothing may prove fruitful and come out of it as something
It is sheer madness to get over and go for rage
You can turn rapist or killer from sage
It is stage mean to be adopted for destruction
Then it will be too late to follow the instruction
Love and hate, amity and enmity doesn’t augur well
They are all the symptoms to send us in hell
No one has won the sympathy or gained anything
It is way to go for self destruction for nothing
I may prefer love to hate
People may push me out of gate
Still it is in our hand and not early or late
Can we blame it alone to our fate?
I may have to choose lesser evil
It may be forced on you as will
What is then best way to get out of it?
Prepare worst for self and willingly meet
Intense hatred results into formation of jealousy
Though it is not all of sudden or coming out easy
It burns from within at personal cost
All the relations are put in cold storage and frost
It will not allow you to live peacefully
You may not be aware of it fully
Still it resides in your remote corner
Allows the rage to come out of burner
If you control it in time then it is well and good
It may burn you live as if without food
You won’t come out of it at first
It will always keep you at the last
I can’t go against HIS wish
Love is like water to fish
It may be existent in any form
I shall pray to come out of storm
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A many solutions
I may term it memorable
What I thought about her was quite deplorable
She was bound by some compulsions
her desertion was completely ruled out of question
She was quite at ease and offered many solutions
she had full commitments with full resolutions
it was her sincere effort to make it through
it was realized by me lately too
We may stay together in day
discuss it freely to find the way
she has nothing offer as condition
she never provoked me with ignition
i decided to fall in line
it thought it may be very fine
after all we have to to make it reality
it has o be finished with all the nicety
I was so much attached
it was troubling me a lot for the fear of being detached
one day absence of her was making me nervous
The mad love had made me so much famous
I used to enjoy lonely nights
she may come in dream and offer the fight
she may tease and threaten me to leave at once
I was made to worry often since
She may make me passionate
with all the promises and stories to narrate
she was leaving no point behind to hate
I had problem of grasping it late
She was proving very smart
this was th nice beginning from the start
she had kept her word till the last
I failed to impress her very fast
The woman is specially inclined to believe
the acceptance of harsh words just to relieve
this is greatest quality any female may have
it is agreed and believed to show courtesy and behave
you can't touch the depth of soul
if you have game plan to play with foul
it may not take you very far
you will be exposed and termed as liar
Generally speaking it is not sex oriented
love with friendship is consented
it may end in fiasco with complete failure
it is therefore necessary to make it sure
I am human being and no more exception
the sex has been there from very conception
it is natural to feel for true companion
you may need solid company even if you are a world champion
Though i used to remain little serious
she may speak in funny way almost continuous
I may sometime get confusion over her innocence
but I felt source of strength in her presence
I don't know what is logic behind
there remains some reasons to find
it may vary from person to person
I have no idea to doubt it with reasons
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A someone to know
it was never a life without your being good friend
life seemed nearing to an end
I accepted you as close ally
do you think it was silly?
I could test the well water as sour
the rain water also detested when they poured
even natural surroundings did not appeal
no one could attempt for void to feel
I did not care for bad luck
though I was badly struck
It was my form belief
the friendship could provide some relief
it was not the question of acceptance
There was little room for its repentance
I new they are inseparable and part
I was not prepared to deviate from stand or depart
Some habits die very hard
even though you may always be on guard
you may try to retrain it in very good way
still the result will be taking you away
How can you be called a principled person?
how the rigidity can be called a solid reason?
Why nature even does not remain unpredictable?
How can you be then considered as respectable?
When tide is not in favor then you should know how to bow
the circumstances will compel you to know
the under current and unseen danger
even if you are boiling with anger
It is show of strength with restraint
you can't prove your self as devil or saint
it is how you come to be known by deeds
people are well conversant with the feed
You need to have someone to know you better
you will have to crate it and can't leave for later
it guarantees you with additional leverage
you are having set mind and confined to cage
It is not at all do or die struggle
you are very much aware of some triangles
someone has to added to make it possible
the position then will become strong and irreversible
The life is precious and as such to be loved
the worthiness of has to be definitely proved
no one may come and guide you to the last
you will have to be alert and act very fast
the bond, friendship and alliance is necessity
it has not out lived its utility
even today they hold pivotal position
it is permanent and fine composition
Life has got different meanings
we may have some sort of leaning
we need not show partisan attitude and invite wrath
Everybody knows the fact that it may only last with death
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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