Judge me correct
Forget me for ever if you can"
You are great poet but not a gentleman
He is loved one and you are dear
I shall not allow you to come near
I was taken back for a while
I tried to search meaning in her smile
Her eyes reflected nothing special
Was it acceptance or pure denial?
I left it to her decision
She might have uttered it with precision
So corrective and assertive approach
I thought she may be right as such
Did you ever see sad trees?
Provide shed but never free
Offer fruits but stones in return
Was it waiting same for me in turn?
We talk about raining clouds
Thunderstorm with bang and sound
Can it not be a pain from burst?
To quench the earth from thrust
You always stood by me and praised
Level too high to be appreciated and raised
Was I worth her expectation?
A million dollar question for relation
I must float alone on sea waves
See the rising waves and dare
Leave it to fate and decide now
What she can be and treat to how?
No one must judge me correct
I shall weave events in simple fact
May be I am called selfish and arrogant
But it is difficult to live by in present
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Clouds and Waves
Mother, the folk who live up in the clouds call out to me-
"We play from the time we wake till the day ends.
We play with the golden dawn, we play with the silver moon."
I ask, "But how am I to get up to you ?"
They answer, "Come to the edge of the earth, lift up your
hands to the sky, and you will be taken up into the clouds."
"My mother is waiting for me at home, "I say, "How can I leave
her and come?"
Then they smile and float away.
But I know a nicer game than that, mother.
I shall be the cloud and you the moon.
I shall cover you with both my hands, and our house-top will
be the blue sky.
The folk who live in the waves call out to me-
"We sing from morning till night; on and on we travel and know
not where we pass."
I ask, "But how am I to join you?"
They tell me, "Come to the edge of the shore and stand with
your eyes tight shut, and you will be carried out upon the waves."
I say, "My mother always wants me at home in the everything-
how can I leave her and go?"
They smile, dance and pass by.
But I know a better game than that.
I will be the waves and you will be a strange shore.
I shall roll on and on and on, and break upon your lap with
laughter.
And no one in the world will know where we both are.
poem by Rabindranath Tagore
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A special reason
A special reason
For special person
Not waiting for any season
But is it the special one?
A smile is worth million
A bond worth for union
May have clear lien
A feeling not known to alien
You offered me joy
I laugh it out and enjoy
It was worth to offer you smile
Life is moving smoothly for meanwhile
What a great response to smiling face?
As if river is taking part in race?
No one is sure of meeting the sea
It may still be worth to run as free
I would offer him nothing
It may still be something
It will surely be surrender
But he will not act as offender
I did offer him best
It stood the real test
He has sailed safely to shore
He has everything for me in store
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A you take care
You take care” some kind words from her mouth
Lady belonged to far off place from the direction of south
She was in rage and wanted the friendship to end
It was totally unacceptable for me to forgo her as friend
We were together for quite number of years
Her sweet voice created melody in my ears
I always wanted her voice to be heard in morning
She exactly did the same with the start of day and in and evening
Very nice and durable relation one can always be prod off
I used o forget the shots while playing the gold
Her face used to emerge whenever I had little time to relax
Her innocence ruled on me and there was no angle from point of sex
She may interrupt and correct me in every walk
She may remind me to do more with less talk
Her accurate pin pointing led me to be dependant
I used to behave very normal and forgot to be an adamant
It was her style of mixing with strangers
She was used to have beatings with angers
She did it with all innocence in the mind
You can have no parallel for such things to find
I could believe my ears with her remark
Was she on her way out or going to embark?
On a new mission with my complete exclusion
Or was there any new entry from others as intrusion
It was neither a joke nor simple talk
She had decided to exit with simple walk
I was unable to decide what could be her next step?
Was it her natural out burst which had come in the form of slap?
Whatever may be the case it was her desire
To part with ways without indulging in satire
She always appreciated my work and admired
How could I tell her that she was very much required?
It may be intolerable and terrible for her to remain
In past also she had never thought of any loss or gain
She had only one aim to be with me as good companion
How come then set back took place for our union?
It may be with heavy heart that she might have taken the decision
I have no slight doubt about her logic with so much precision
I shall have to respect her wishes and ask nothing in return
May be possible she may change her decision in turn
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Tension Free
If I am not a mother
Then what is left behind either
If all members leave me free
I shall be called as barren tree
Live in your world
But feel no cold
You are one as single entity
But live with all as family
You are affectionate
Can freely relate
About relation
And of any question
It is human nature
No one is sure
Who will leave first!
Who will take care of you and trust?
Build healthy relation
So remains no hesitation
You are of your own
The status is well known
No one is perfect
That may be reflected in act
But there is chance to improve
Only you have to cautiously move
Some one may guide
But you have to decide
What course you may adopt?
What will be then scope?
Trust some one you believe
Try to avoid burden and relieve
It is good to be tension free
Live as happy one when sit under tree
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Imagery Animal
Poets are imagery animals
Wait for thoughts arrival
Think a lot and then write
Use head more to ignite
Thoughts are burnt
Wish ashes to turn
Into new form to upraise
The status to be up and praised
But normally they are quiet
Allow things to let
Down at low level
With proper time to excel
Now millions come up like flowers
Even without rainy showers
They are product of fast age
Not much to impress with each page
One in million stars is praised
Taken to recognition and believed
Poets are known as star family
Twinkle little in their own capacity
Not all may be able to speak with authority
Some may define imagery love and some may praise almighty
Some may put with all the times to remember and some with variety
It is all about poets tenure and may not be remembered like deity
It is their job to create pure imagination
Sometimes to be painted with correct relation
Not all the incidences pure images
Some ideas are meant to take out souls from the cages
It is reasonable stand to expose
To be known as poet and pose
With whatever capacity and thrust
The poet's position is commendable and is must
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Miser man
He died as miser man
Collected wealth as much as possible
Cared for no poor or relatives
Put no value in his eyes for any kind of services
No one took notice of his death
Forgot even about laying the wreath
He had no one to be called his dear friend
He lived daily but only to be died at each moment
He left behind enormous fortune
No one could count it to correct tune
May be scattered all over unaccounted
Recovery of it was highly doubted
People live on simple food as forbidden by doctor
They have enough of everything but can't perform as an actor
They have limited mobility and nothing is of any use
Life becomes burden and adds more to confuse
Why not live life to full extent?
Why should there be left any corner to resent?
Why at all some one should be harmed for no cause?
Life can be over at any time making "was" from "is"
Some of us take little solace
Bear smile and move with nice face
Extend little help and boost more
They too can be called miser therefore
Not necessarily all must become donors
Not all must opt for or act as saviors
Only soft approach needed towards fellow man
Two kind words, if at all, to make him feel as human
Are we struggling for making only ends to meet?
Is it not possible to say hello to everybody and greet?
It needs no answer from any one but simple recognition
Our emotions are highly volatile in nature and burst from simple ignition
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Enriched
What was difficult?
A decision made to be me.
A decision to leave,
Everything and everyone...
Who did not grasp,
Their own identity.
And when clarity came,
And stared in my face...
I stood and stared right back!
That was the most difficult thing I did.
And since then...
I recognized,
How many had not done that.
How many,
In fact...
Did not know who or what they were.
And I did not fully realize until I witnessed them...
How long I had been back then,
Like them...
In hiding!
Pretending I knew the life I lived.
But today I do not seek,
Acceptance from anyone to qualify that.
I did not know that finding myself,
Would leave me feeling so enriched!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Freedom
Butterflies are free
To sail the breeze
To wonder up in the sky.
To float around
With natures sound
To live, and float and then die.
Flowers are free
Along with the trees
To grow upon our Earth.
With their beauties to be seen
To fulfill Mans dreams
That is their greatest worth.
Birds are free
Like the fish in the sea
To sail upon mighty waves.
To sing their song
To swim their quests
I wish I could, as I pray.
Man Isn't free
Though He wish He could be
To grasp life by the hand.
To reach for the Stars
And not knowing, “Too Far! ”
But sadly, Man is but Man.
Randy L. McClave
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My intentions
I reassured her of my intentions
They were all real and for retention
I barely exposed it with clear mention
She must oppose and raise the questions
Sit under tree if that provides shed
Offers fruits and clearly lead
I may be only thin thread
As love is not business or trade
"I love your wisdom" she said
But I need freedom
Freedom of movement with no limit
She was assertive with remarks and said "where do I fit?
I want no back baiters and cheaters
I would rather love haters
But in no way cowards! who fall back
"Desert in between to claim no stake" she was aggressive
"I touch the heart and speak words"
She was now swimming with eyes straightward
I felt as if sky had descended on earth
Missed every beat and took heavy breath
I was speechless with her frank utterances
She had made road at once
It was not by fluke or chance
I felt warmth in her presence
I was closing on her with good start
I always believed it as simple but decisive art
It depends on how best you can make friends
Stick to it and hold on till the end
She was now within permissible distance
I felt her heavy breath in acceptance
"Take me to your embrace and enlighten"
She was their for this occasion all of sudden
I couldn't believe eyes
She was there for me with all these trials
I knell down on earth and prayed for great reward
She was there all for me to accept and look forward
Take me all along where ever you go
She was standing with closed eyes and ready to forgo
All my past efforts with forget and forgive style
I was dreaming day time and wondering meanwhile
(To be continued)
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High Explosive
HIGH EXPLOSIVE by A.B. "Banjo" Paterson
'Twas the dingo pup to his dam that said,
"It's time I worked for my daily bread.
Out in the world I intend to go,
And you'd be surprised at the things I know.
"There's a wild duck's nest in a sheltered spot,
And I'll go right down and I'll eat the lot."
But when he got to his destined prey
He found that the ducks had flown away.
But an egg was left that would quench his thirst,
So he bit the egg and it straightway burst.
It burst with a bang, and he turned and fled,
For he thought that the egg had shot him dead.
"Oh, mother," he said, "let us clear right out
Or we'll lose our lives with the bombs about;
And it's lucky I am that I'm not blown up -
It's a very hard life," said the dingo pup.
poem by Andrew Barton Paterson
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Anniversary Of An Uninteresting Event
No more gold lights to keep your warm
for the queen earth to keep you warm
in your kingdoms High on the waves you made for us
But not since you left have the waves come
The bars dead and the rockets red keeping you wet in your death bed
So high on the waves you made for us
But not since you left have the waves you come
High on the waves you made for us
Not since you left have the waves come
Waves come, waves come, waves come, waves come
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Victimized By Their Own Thought Process
It is hard for them to confess...
That have digressed into a darkness.
It is difficult for them to perceive...
They have led themselves into a mess.
And they want to rant...
Exposing their insecurities.
They want to believe they make correct decisions.
Even though they cut their own throats...
To watch themselves bleed,
From their own fatal incisions.
It is hard for them to leave behind those myths.
The ones that provide them with an ego lift!
It is hard to see themselves less than great.
And approaching an insignificant wasted fate.
Victimized by their own thought process.
And visualizing themselves as best...
Has delivered much pain and unhappiness!
And this they wish to correct.
But those who know they have been the better...
To tolerate their nonsense,
Use their egos as weapons!
And treat their self victimization...
Like a feast that has been served by pests!
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No yardstick
No yardstick
"You can't display my picture"
If you are not confident and sure
I am nobody's imagination
I want to preserve that beautiful relation
You poets are quite imaginary
Draw the picture and raise height unnecessary
Get so much involved with work and later feel sorry
Much of part emotionally drawn with worry
Fear grips mind with sole concern
The inspirational object may slip away in turn
The heart may feel hurt and fingers burn
To bring tragic end futile search in turn
How come she refuses for mere character show?
That raises her status on horizon to grow
As river rushes in spate to meet her future
Quite unknown fact and very much unsure
I have pleaded her to come out in open
Project the relation as the fruits ripen
Such is the condition in relation
No one should be left with any question
I also stare in her eyes and tell
Everything must flow smooth and well
The beautiful relation must mushroom
There is no other go but naturally boom
She is convinced but forbidden by pace
She has limited role and suitable space
She can't compromise with her own status
I shall have to retrace steps as such and thus
My eyes get wet despite of long distance
She has met me on screen by chance
I want her to be my part at once
Alas! If that can enhance my presence
Love has no yardstick or norms
Heart responds and mind informs
Heart waves travel much faster
Sometime make you cry and sometimes roar in laughter
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I Can Hear You
i am here i can hear you.
but just like them i need not bother.
we are all free
we have our own light
freely given
we are responsible for our own lives
now
you too, no one can be responsible for you.
if you die, die alone.
if you cry, cry alone.
if you smile, and laugh, that is a decision.
if you die, that is a decision.
if you live, that is another decision.
a choice.
an ocean of choices.
an ocean of choices over a continent of options.
take your pick
and be yourself.
me? i choose to live. I choose to be happy.
i choose to be responsible. I don't bother sad people
or happy people.
I scratch my back when it itches.
i set the correct time for my ejaculations.
i sit and relax at my own pace.
i take a walk and breathe. I fill my lungs with so much air.
I float like a cloud. I jump like a grasshopper.
I see like the sun.
I fly like an eagle.
I get high sometimes
and get so low sometimes
but i care about myself
and live my life the way i want it.
i don't humiliate myself with making other people responsible for me.
I can do it.
I don't want other people to drive my car for me
i have hands.
I don't let people open the door for me
i have fingers.
I live my life. That is my business.
I am a breather, that is what i do.
When life does not have meaning anymore
like a wall
i bump it on the wall and then i go.
I know where. I decide that too.
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Drastic changes
There is drastic change in environment
Earth is undergoing with heave movement
Mother earth is now pushing hot volcano
We must understand this change and know
Glaciers are melting and flooding the rivers
Destructions everywhere which is witnessed never
What to speak of bush fires and rising sea waves?
Nature is turning hostile and simply dares
World is moving with faster pace
There is no room for emotions or any race
What had been in past can’t be carried further
Some new ideas are to be inducted and served as booster
Parents may have different feelings
New generation may not for it or willing
Some thing infuriate them as insult
Something new is emerging as result
They are not having passion for long wait
Neither have they accepted it as chance nor as fate
Everything must be done with accuracy and precision
It can’t be left for the tomorrow’s decision
Some of the actions may definitely irritate old people
But they can hardly wait for any future problem or trouble
It has to be dealt with dare devil approach
The old people never dared or thought as such
There is generation gap so far work is concerned
Not a single area is left unexplored or unconcerned
It requires greater understanding and precision
Everything is depended on calculative decision
So give free hand to young and talented boys
You can’t see them for long playing with toys
They may remain in your image as small kids
But today they are on high mission for providing leads
I see some of the parents shedding the tears
They have lot more to explain and bear
But there is over all change in approach and dealing
You can only have some thing little for healing
Let them have their own sway
As it is burden on their shoulder to push the way
We can see them as hot headed
But things can be alright if points conceded
I shall request with open hand
Don’t enter with arguments as unwelcome friend
It may deteriorate the situation further
You have to act as bridge to make the relations smoother
There is nothing more to negotiate
As everything amounts to vitiate
The incidences at home must be restricted
The atmosphere must remain cordial without being excited
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Why
You said you loved me then you left
Where did you go did you forget
I searched high an low
Which direction did you go
You left a void in my heart which i can not fill
Its been months and i miss you still
Please come back and fill my heart
Replenish it with the love we had at the start
My heart grows weaker every day
Waiting for your love to return my way
You left in february
That day is etched in my memory
You called me after a while
By then it was to late someone else had caught your smile
You told me you loved me and wanted to be free
Before it was us now its just me
Do you love the freedom do you love being free
Or is it you just dont love me
Politically Correct Trap
Our appointed Supreme Court can do it right or do it wrong,
We have no option, like they’re infallible; we have to go along,
And since Trudeau Charter, we have to believe what they decide,
Lots of abortion clinics here and there, though our hands are tied.
Why did they make their baby abortion holocaust decision?
Killing unborn babies left and right with great precision?
Though death with dignity is not tolerated and therefore banned,
As in Sue Rodriguez case and difficult to understand.
No country can have blanket abortions and not expect to change,
Though authoritarian decisions can’t be thought of as strange,
Caught in our own very nasty politically correct trap,
Where no Canadian would dare cause a political flap.
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Free To Decide
Its not worth anything more than this at all
I live as I choose or I will not live at all
So return to where youve come from
Return to where you dwell
Because harassments not my forte
But you do it very well
Im free to decide, Im free to decide
And Im not so suicidal after all
Im free to decide, Im free to decide
And Im not so suicidal after all (at all, at all)
You must have nothing more with your mind to do
Theres a war in russia and sarejevo, too
So to hell with want youre thinking
And to hell with your narrow mind
Youre so distracted from the real thing
You should leave your life behind (behind)
Im free to decide, Im free to decide
And Im not so suicidal after all
Im free to decide, Im free to decide
And Im not so suicidal after all (at all, at all)
Im free to decide, Im free to decide
And Im not so suicidal after all (at all, at all)
At all, at all, at all
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Strange are ways
Strange are the ways human beings prefer
Adopt double standard and willingly offer
All sorts of arguments to suit guilty mind
Yet claim morality and show to be kind
She is waiting daily for sunrise
Much awaited in store for surprise
She has her own ambition with love triangle
But no regret for lost love and having troubles
"Jealousy" is eating you away
She found nice way to cover and throw me away
As dear friend this was what I could offer
Even though much to her disliking and to differ
I begged to take leave from her and part
I thought it was company with bad start
Here was a well known personality I had opted for
But soon it was on brink and turning sour
I was zealous to defend her from misconception
She was dragged in for dreamy situation
I felt it unnecessary and preferred isolation
It was coming to an end of a beautiful relation
She was blinded by fancy ideas and odd conception
Someone had reminded her of lost relation
Now he had apologized and regretted the decision
This was the sentimental error she was flowing in with confusion
I can do no more but watch from across the fence
She has remained all the time in pain and tense
Even though I believed it was not correct and senseless
She had all the satisfaction to narrate on the face
I shall go by her wish
As no one knows how it may turn to finish
But surely it may not be pleasant
As in past we have witnessed many such instants
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Forgive or Forget
Its been many years
Since i lost you
The foundation of my family crushed
Since you walked out
Never to return again
You left with me in pieces
I never thought you would
Just leave without a care
Now im much older
And still i havent decided what to do
I can forgive
I can forget
Ive done neither since you left
If i forget
The pain you left will still live on
If i forgive
Ill only let go of the anger inside
Neither of the two help me move on
If i do neither of the two
Ill live with the pain
And the thoughts of you
If i do both
Ill only lose the anger
And forget who you are
But never what you did
What choice am i left with
All will still leave me torn
None will ever heal me
I cant decide what to do
Even though
The last piece of me
Is torn from my soul
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