In Local Dialects
We go by popular saying in local dialects
They have been defined after proving acts
It has its own meaning and understanding
It is also method for improving and befriending
Some one may angrily “Go to hell”
In literary terms he is wishing you well
As you don’t adhere to his advices
So he airs his anger and grievances
You can’t break the spirit even if subjected to torture
That is embedded with thoughts for glorious future
It can be fight for freedom, social cause or struggle
That can’t be realized until overcome with all troubles
In social life also no weapon can weaken your spirit
If you are hell bent upon achieving the great feat
It is your strong resolve that may place you on the top
There is no force on earth to make you stop
Then what can discourage you from pursuing the goal
Is it no co-operation from circle or receiving bad calls?
Is it jealousy and words that may pierce through?
Like an edge of weapon to prove its worth very true
It is truly said words can do great harm
It can spoil your relation which were cordial and warm
It is enough to spoil whole milk tin by dropp of lemon
Or slight mistake that can turn table even if race is won
We will die not of inflicted wounds
But good health may not sound
It will have deteriorating effect
As opponent has used it with lethal act
It is enough to weaken the individual’s morale
He must be subjected to insulting tales
That may take him out of his stated position
He will then be a weak object for disposition
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Cut With Weapon
I could see throats are cut with weapon
It may be considered killing as gruesome and wanton
It takes place in day light or in dead silence of night
Where it results from fierce attack or fight
What next when moment is over or anger dies down
For professional killers it is just a job and reaction unknown
For ordinary person it was rage and crime committed
Feeling is so intense and hence the act is admitted
Such is cruel mentality where people are done to death
Very bad name or shame is brought on the face of earth
The weapons cut deeper into the human body
The souls is gone away and cared by nobody
This is instant action and its result is also instant
But we never intend to do it or simply want
We want that person is removed temporarily from scene
But never want that person is no more seen
Some more lethal weapons are in our armory
Use of sharp words has enough to inflict with sorry
It may burn the person with lots of concern and worry
Day and night he will be engulfed with burdens to carry
The words play havoc with and cause immense damage
It not only spoils the relation but goes out of control to manage
The countries stand at war if customary language is not used
Cordial relation wrack the bond and situation is never defused
Words are sharper than edge of the weapons
Weapon kill a person on the sport wordy war goes on
Person pursues it endlessly for connivance
Use of both is dangerous and must be brought to an end at once
Good smile with use of nice words heal the wounds
No hostility or enmity is seen or ever found
Relation mushrooms as cordiality insists
Peace is apparent and prosperity exists
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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For piece of bread
I have got what I wanted but had not
The scuffle was unnecessarily fought
For a piece of tiny land
As if it was heavenly sent
There is daily struggle for piece of bread
Life is at risk and not peacefully leads
Where to go and find the advice?
Words spoken are coated very nice
I will not know who is friend or foe
I am unsure when he will leave me and go
Yet I have to believe him and retain
Even if no warm but cordial relation to maintain
I know they will stab me at any place
I will find no time to race
Life is reduced to just piece of paper
Bubbles may rise but disappear in water
What have we turned life into?
To gain the hold whether true or untrue
Real hell to visit once in life
Cut the throat with edge of knife
Confine the self in corner of home
No one may object and always welcome
You can not see the real world
The soul and body is already sold
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Hell Will Not Fall
Hell will not fall if someone tells you
Needs no company and go through
What is the problem if one wants to hurt?
Why to be bothered about reply considered being curt?
It does not strengthen any of the side
The differences persist and become very wide
You will never prefer to see eye to eye
More questions about everything and no earnest try
It concerns no one
But may affect some one
It will make everybody unhappy
No time to be grieved and feel sorry
It makes you exposed and vulnerable
You may not be in position or capable
It will land you in unexpected trouble
Complete weight may make you crumble
No one is bad and should not be taken otherwise
The break in relation is total surprise
It was never intended or willingly shaped
The break down is not worth to be clapped
If someone exclaims joy over it
Then he is totally unaware and unfit
The relation has got tremendous endurance
You can’t think of coming out of it at once
It has something to do with our precious life
As it has proved double edged weapon like knife
No one can endure sufferings and unhappiness alone
It may have devastation affect heavy of cyclone
Love the way and like the behavior
Some of the differences may be very minor
Yet we take high note of it and spoil the relation
No doubt should be left in mind for raising the question
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Hurtful words
Do we know it and take it to mind?
Do we ever bother to go deep and find out?
The damage caused by our hurtful words?
Irreparable damage and crack in relation form now on words
Do we every try to know to stop somewhere?
Take halt for rest and breathe slowly there
Though life being constant move and no stop
Let us make it all out success and not a flop
You have limited means to survive
A thin ray of hope to try and revive
Yet as best as you can strive hard
Complete resolve to do something and look forward
A day and time is pre determined and fixed
Hardship and happiness is deliberately mixed
Why not to build single tract to walk?
Why not restrain when prefer peace to talk?
Life may not allow us to advance further
Still we may try to go far and farther
The mission may end up in between
Still we are hell bent and very keen
It is difficult to appease all
Not all may receive it as generous call
Some may want complete as lion’s share
Rest may feel offended and deliberately stare
We can move as slow and steady
It may spoil the show if we try to be speedy
It can cover only what is expected
Rest of all can be left to be interacted
You may need all help and assistance
It may require follow up with persistence
You may not be in position to cut much ice
But if you can do little it will be considered very nice
You can not share financial burden
You can extend even aid often
How can you help then to mitigate their sufferings?
Few words of solace and little bit of kind word offerings
They are aware of their plight
They are even prepared to fight
They need someone to guide
No aid wanted but someone trustworthy to confide
Not all may be prepared to come out in open
Take their grievances to be heard and try to reopen
If such feeling is gathered around
Then it will shot sure success round
It is speculated that life can be ended soon and is very much uncertain
It is difficult to follow all norms and in possible ways to maintain
Yet the human mentality is such that it may not accept defeat or setback
They will double the efforts to gain the lost ground and with force come back
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Not dead
For almost a week I have remained unread
Physically fit, mentally stable and not exactly dead
Yet cut off from whole of the word and readers
As power cables here are cut by the road repairers
No doubt, they are seized with the time schedule
They care for nothing as they have to spread the surface over miles
Repair, dig, resurface and keep up with the growing need
The social needs are to be give top priority with the greed
No one may interfere with each others work and continue
Whatever may be the damage on the way, it shall have no review
Many may be thriving on such practice as the work goes on
Public may suffer for few days but may enjoy when they are finally gone
I am unable to communicate with friends
As if the life has been brought to standstill or to an end
Neither I can approach nor can they make contact
I have to remain contended with routine acts
Yes, the isolation from hectic life can be termed as dead activity
You are left with nothing except to sing a song or pray almighty
But this too can be liked by an individual for early morning hours
Rest of the day may be spent aimlessly or lying on the floors
I realized the importance of idle life with that of an individual
Person can feel relieved for few days but can not treat it as casual
It creates vacuum and laziness that further builds devil's workshop
Only destructive or negative ideas crop up in mind and stay at the top
It is killing me from inside with no social contact
I have remained all these years as social animal in fact
I can't remain idle without writing even for a day
Now it is almost a week that I have been forced to remain away
"I shall pray freely now almighty without any worry or trouble"
"The death of wife had brought an end to his entire struggle"
One of the legendary poet lamented over loss of wife in such a worry free style
I am no greater person but an ordinary man to pull on for a while
I have realized how painful it is to remain cut off
Not all may be attached as much as I am and subjected to laugh
Yet I feel the growing need for person to remain within circle
We are social animal and need constantly to fight on with the struggle
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Nothing has changed
Nothing has changed with us
Treachery, lies, deception and mistrust
We experience daily and disregard
Its existence and look forward
It is not easy to forget but we allow
Try to forget easily and swallow
Some sort of tolerance in daily dealing
Some of the wounds are difficult to heal
Little progress science has made
Otherwise we use same plough and spade
Land is same and so is the crop
Rain also shower dropp by dropp
Parents show same kind of love
Bring their children up to the level to prove
Same zeal and same spirit with no let up
Wish bright career for children and expect golden cup
What has changed then except we lament scenario?
We compare old customs and angrily blow
"What nonsense is taking place today"?
No traditions, no values and everything is forgotten away
Kings have gone but left behind legacy and traditions
Son has taken over reign and maintained good relation
Some of them had rebelled and turned into bloody war
So the history says peace was never in force and dream very far
We are civilized world in literary terms
We talk and preach differently in turn
Take everybody by storm when really exposed
What was our life was meant and supposed to be?
Sun, stars and sky all are above us
We are helpless and have to look at them thus
Nothing will change except if we desire
Some thing new may come after being destroyed by fire
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Love is thee name
Love is thee name
Even wild can be tamed
Such a gift from almighty
It is good luck to dream of divine beauty
Person is lucky to dream it in sleep
No one on earth can afford to skip
Relation can turn soar with little tongue slip
Love is such a weapon to make you sentimental and weep
Love is to taken in broader terms
To love a person is no harm
Even God bless those who long for it
It is always good to wish and greet
Love costs nothing in any form
It keeps relation very warm
Hate finds no place
Always love and no mad race
God showers on those
Who stand with trust to repose?
How God can be indifferent to such persons?
He will always be merciful with solid reasons
It is one way of remaining close to almighty
Since all are like children and it is his duty
To keep you in good shape with care
Else is there any place to somewhere?
Carry the whole world with your attitude
There should be no reason or prelude
It is always recognized and accepted
How can one be indifferent and reject?
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Heaven vs Hell
A breath away from heaven, yet a spark away from hell.
I titter on a tightrope of thoughts and deeds that foretell
My future in this life, but may well sacrifice the other…
Unless I’m strong enough to believe there is another.
One day it seems that reams of problems aren’t worth my time;
Then another sunrise bestows fortunes far beyond sublime.
Can it be that there is a spirit that represents all that is good,
And a countervailing force deterring the course of what I should?
Now rules of the game seem to reward only those able to win.
No thought is given to whether their ways are moral, right... or a sin.
For them hell is only a possibility from an economic point of view;
Until they possess all the wealth, that’s the heaven they’ll pursue.
For such individuals heaven and hell can be closer than ever before;
Sadly, addiction to false heavenly riches turn them into hell’s whores.
As I titter on life’s tightrope, both heaven and hell seem oh so near.
Deeds of love and not needs for wealth mean I have nothing to fear.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Humanity demands
"Humanity demands"
That should be our clear stand
We long for peace
And want to leave at ease
Let there be moratorium
More space for stadiums
Where sports come up for youth
No love lost further and only words to soothe
Let us turn new leaf
As we have turned deaf
Stop the use of guns
As they are not meant for fun
There is great use of blood
As made after prolonged process of food
Let it not go as wastage
Hatred may not be wiped even after ages
Let us build new bridge
Let the relation not freeze
Have warmth and feelings for each other
There is lot more to think and bother
Can we create new page for good?
Have we taken out few words and understood?
If not, this is real time to turn the table
Life may then be only peaceful and stable
Let us sing together and praise
Explore new goal and chase
Hands together with great resolve
We can build and certainly solve
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Be Gentle With Words
Anger is directly proportional to the opponent
Yes it’s true we fight with the feeble
Today I saw this man shout and curse
I have known him for years, he is a rat
Only can speak behind peoples back
His gestures now is forever worse
Why can’t people control anger when put to test
Hurting words, that you can never reverse
Why can’t we be gentle with words than curse?
Control your anger for its nothing great
Hold back your anger for it’ll only break
Let the fragrance of our words, spread as rose
poem by Jibin Joseph
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Words
Words are my weapon
words are my shield
Guns and knifes just ruin lives
so words I keep concealed
Words are all I have here
they help me struggle on
Words are here forever,
when all I have is gone
In my thoughts or in my poems
Words will help ease my brain
I write down what is on my mind
Expressing love or feeling pain
Not that many I can trust
But words I can depend
Words wont turn there back on you
Words are my only friend
poem by Nic Hillen
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Part of His design
Thousands come into life and perish
Life is not taken note of and finished
Garden boom with lots of flowers
Different and beautiful color but at the end lower
Each soul is destined for better or worse
Some may enjoy full and same may spent with remorse
No one has understood the great theory of almighty Lord
“Do your work and forget” reiterates the golden words
Every object is real reflection and part of his design
We only have to surrender and mutely resign
We may not know the secret blessings behind
We need to look towards sky and try to find
Individual may have sufferings and different stories to tell
Not all may be blessed with an doing very well
Some may remain well to do without any hard struggle
Others may go down with agony and pain as if living in hell
You may meet thousands of strangers
Not a single soul you may find without any anger
He will have something to complain of
Life may prove always rough and tough
It is inevitable death and birth cycle
All holy books speak same including Bible
We have to pass through the acid test and ordeal
We won’t know it unless it is faced in real
Let us not feel it as burden
Life can not be ended all of sudden
It may be some times odds and sometimes even
We must strengthen the belief and not weaken
We are messenger of God
There should be no heavy load
If you take it as pure and humble mission
There won’t be any necessity for guilt admission
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Hell Bent For Leather
Seek him here, seek him on the highway
Never knowing when hell appear
All await, engines ticking over
Hear the roar as they sense the fear
Wheels! a glint of steel and a flash of light!
Screams! from a streak of fire as he strikes!
Hell bent, hell bent for leather
Hell bent, hell bent for leather
Black as night, faster than a shadowcrimson flare from a raging sun
An exhibition, of sheer precision
Yet no one knows from where he comes
Fools! self destruct cannot take that crown
Dreams! crash one by one to the ground
Hell bent, hell bent for leather
Hell bent, hell bent for leather
Theres many who tried to prove that theyre faster
But they didnt last and they died as they tried
Theres many who tried to prove that theyre faster
But they didnt last and they died as they tried
Hell bent, hell bent for leather
Hell bent, hell bent for leather
Hell bent, hell bent for leather
Hell bent, hell bent for leather
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If you are young and you drink a great deal it will spoil your health, slow your mind, make you fat - in other words, turn you into an adult.
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Kind words
Kind words have got no parallel
They play good role and excel
They are very vital in any field
They exert influence and results yield
What a beautiful response you get?
Bitterness disappear and soon to forget
Opening of new relation with warmth
No scuffle, no bad feeling aftermath
In day to day life it has lot more to do
It makes your way smooth to get through
You face no hurdle and it is easy going
Everything is perfect with smooth sailing
It enhances your status and personality
You are in position to prove your ability
You can easily draw adversary to your side
As you have greater insight with angle wide
It has got soothing effect if two good words are spoken
Dead lock is finished and long silence is broken
It costs nothing extra if one uses cautious mild words
It is leaving behind very good impression after words
It has got wide recognition and realized too
Some solid force is behind and it is also true
It has wide impact and leaves behind good will
It holds its ground making everybody to feel
Eco balance of mind disturbed with slight bitterness
It gets inflamed with unpleasant frankness
Bold words may sometimes have undesirable effect
Person may bear ill will in mind and surely act
It is advisable not to act in haste and use words
It inflames the mind and doesn’t allow us to absorb
Surely it is unproductive to feel ill treated
The behavior and response counts how it is meted
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A affirmative action
it is great to be affectionate
it may be appreciates even if comes late
it gives soothing effect
as medicine is mustered to act
Don't be carried away by emotions
don't compromise with principles and relation
be just as simple as possible
nothing will look hard or impossible
Just be sympathetic and warm
it will please all and not harm
you be reasonable and considerate
there wont be anything left to state
You need not be afraid
the cards are carefully laid
you need to see and pass through
this is equally important and true
Any human being wants love and sympathy
he needs two words and and mere pity
nothing can impress him even with good service
He will carry it last till his demise
it is great pleasure to render timely aid
the gesture will be appreciated louder than words said
it will be of immense help and at critical juncture
You will be remembered even in future
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Spirit
An arched bow lined with an arrow sharp
An arrow poisonous aimed to hurt
Words born from tongues arched to pierce
A fragile spirit cracking with the first shot
What's worse than words spewed to hurt
What hurts more than a broken spirit
What's better than an encouraging word
What's more beautiful than a soaring spirit
What's wiser than silence when mad
What's more foolish than insults hurled on one who hurts
What excites more than the fall of the great
What thrills more than the shame of the mighty
What travels faster than gossip which destroys a name
A word's a hammer, a hand, a clay, a sword
You choose with each arching of your bow
To break a spirit
To build a life
To mend the broken or
To pierce the soul
As words created all we see
Words destroy all that be
Speak with ease, with words that heal.
poem by Jenim Dibie
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A Shadow Of Life
My life is but a shadow.
I exist but in reality there is no me.
I am there because I am seen
I am seen and hence expected
But, there is no me.
If i disappear there would be no change
The same things would occur
I make no difference
It is not lonely.
It is more real than loneliness
A sense of lost.
A sense of no direction.
I fear that i am swallowed whole
Irrational.. if you are not I
A pitiful existence
From a pitiful man.
Words cannot console such thoughts
A mistake so many people make.
Only strength of my mind and spirit
Stand a mortal chance.
But I weaken.
The reckoning is due
When your worth is in question
Why should this wretch be saved.
I look for guidance
I look for reason
I look for love.
I find only my shadow.
But it's not really there. Is it? .
poem by Dave James
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Social Life
Nervous you need a drink
Tired you need a lift
You feel on the brink
Maybe you need new tits
Vulnerable as a ship
But you re not on the sea
Can you talk to anyone here?
No, not really
And the crowd stays on your back
And the girls are all s0 stacked
And the stress it lines your face
And you realy need a place
Its just that social life
Its got you on the run
That goddamn social life
Its torture dressed as fun
Its just that social life
They got you seein things
That goddamn social life
And now you re chasin strings
That goddamn social life
God-awful art and clothes
Plenty of money, though
You guess it must be worth somethin
What that would be you don t know
In your imagination
Theres a face of love
Someone who will come along
Instead of comin on
Anp the forces ebb and flow
And the money goes and goes
And something makes you
Want to throw a brick
Through the window
Its iust that social life
Its got you on the run
That goddamn social life
Its torture dressed as fun
Its iust that social life
They got you chasin strings
That goddamn social life
And you are seeing things
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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
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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