Let Them Go
My relatives may confide and tell
Don’t trust people and let them go to hell
I would wonder at this remark as teenager
They were advising me how to become successful manager
I had very tender age and like young tree
Anything was accepted as right thing and for free
They were telling me to prove as gentleman and good
I was compelled to accept it with in good or bad mood
My teach would tell me something different
I knew it was right lesson to be drawn for moment
Teacher always stood for my well being
I was her pet and would prefer anything to sing
Children are like stem of the root
You can bend them from body to foot
They are adapted to do anything and susceptible
So training is important to make them stubborn and capable
I turn back to old memory
I feel some their advices made me free from worry
Today I can smell rat from the distance
It won’t reach to me even at once
It is matter of common sense
Some of the advises may seem complete nonsense
Yet they are practical and of high importance
We can pretend unconcerned with ignorance
Well some of the things remain with us life long
It may give us some clue not to go wrong
The child retains complete imagery in his mind
It helps to work for the solution to find
I would give full marks even if that meant adverse
They were showing me ways to alter the reverses
It is how we tackle the issued without any assistance
It clearly demonstrates your will power with positive stance
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Dreamy mind
Had it not been the dreamy mind?
What could we search and find?
There would have been no fancy ideas
Hidden treasure would have remained under the seas
Even with sick body you build castle in air
You have unlimited ability to prove it as fair
Why person can not reach sky and come back?
Even if he has nothing to claim or stake
Even light speed is less than the thoughts
Imagery wars are prepared and fought
No matter who wins or looses
The person is at the helm of affairs to dispose
It keeps you all the time happy
This has been experienced by many
If mentally you remain strong and stable
You can prove yourself as being capable
The mind is full innovative things
It is constant try for new innovation and something
It might not pay immediately but pay in the long run
It is providing result along with the fun
Who can stop you from touching moon?
No would dare to question you in burning noon?
It is all confined to secret walls of memory
It may cause you anxiety but not the worry
It is good to think on positive lines
Rest all can be pushed to side lines
It is not one day labor that comes to realization
So many answers were found for the burning questions
It is tremendous work that has been waged in isolation
Some of it may not find the direct relation
Yet it proves to be of immense importance
Several examples can be quoted as an example
I would love to free the devilish mind to roam
Gather the ideas to work as not damaging storms
Full use of energy and harnessing it proper way
Then nothing can be snatched or taken away
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Endless circle
Life is endless circle with full drive
No center but something to derive
No presence of God still to believe
No pain yet all efforts to relieve
Time will make them to be peaceful
Even in scarcity it will be made plentiful
Energy full harnessed and made resourceful
Life will be spent in remorse but meaningful
New born may not know the facts
We have to shape future for them and act
They may remain chaotic condition
We need to stop fuelling or providing ignition
Life is meant to be of full curves
If nothing then sure means to serve
To accept the new challenges and surge ahead
Nothing to seek or hide and certainly to lead
Morning may look pleasant with new arrival
It will be celebrated like festival or carnival
All will forget timely bitterness or cool relation
It will matter to rejoice with simple elation
It provides means for us to live with aim
We may not forecast or make tall claim
It will not matter for great concern
But some how may be expected good turn
We may have not made good success
But we would love to make full access
For our children so they cope and progress
They prepare for future and readily face
It takes full time to accept transformation
The risk factor may be high with full elevation
The children may change the entire scene
We can only expect gradual change to be seen
Even insects prefer better way of living
Small ants carry full load much to our disbelieving
Everyone tries hard to stand best in the field
Even if the position may not be favorably held
You may not get whatever you wanted
You may fail to achieve from the land after planted
The yield may be higher or not up to desired level
Still it may be worth while try to excel
You can stem the plant when tries to come out of root
You should nurture instead of curbing or putting the harsh foot
It may develop in the way we mould or desire
You should follow with instinct or burning fire
Create will power to sustain the adverse situation
It may provide some clue how to over come the question
There may lie the favorable solution to our comfort
It may sure lead us to reach safely at port
*Love the way you like to lead but try to read between lines*
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Good To Feel
It is always good to feel nice
Over full of nice food stuffs with rice
It gives good smell when nicely arranged
Now only good test to be observed and managed
These are all external feelings
When it comes to real happening!
It turns out to be unpleasant
When it seems not ideal and important
There are many ways to feel happy
Only positive mind can speak it without worry
One needs to remain in cheerful mood
As it is not always the question of good food
Food can provide good nourishment
Body can be kept in fit condition with nice movements
But what about inner conscience and its concern
It can’t be kept quiet with possible wait of turn
You can go tough with the situation
You can be very rough when time comes for evaluation
You have to be committed with certain aspects
As that may only guarantee you some respect
It is said one need not worry about whole world
At any time they may show you wall and turn cold
At such time you can come out well and act as very bold
You respond to soul and see it is not bartered or sold
The key lies with us with all the options
We must be capable of its retention
Nothing can be snatched if you are firm
Only you must stick to belief and confirm
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Past memory
How long person can live with past memory
To feel sad whole day and night with so much sorry
Adding tension, causing concern and worry
This is something one must avoid to carry
I come across many people with strong attachment
They cry whole day and pass pessimistic statements
It is nothing but creation of confused mind
No one can really go forward for solution to find
Smile is such thing and can be had for no cost
It is missing in most of the cases with real face lost
They find end of world with slight setback
Relation is soared with development of cracks
The face bears great sense of satisfaction
The smile is very good parameter for such action
It is reflected as very good sign
One must accept the fate and silently resign
The is loosing its flavor when detached from plant
No one can restore its charm the way it is wanted
Once broken from its link with no more hope
Everything goes wrong and it flops
The face remains swollen and complete barren
This does not take place or happen all of sudden
It has its roots from the emancipation of mistrust
Then there is left little scope for any kind of trust
Only true friends may have little time to listen to your woes
The sad tale may go unheeded or unheard even if it flows
It looses its relevance if you are not sure of what is in mind?
No one may give credence to your tale even if you are so kind
You must make choice for past and present
You can’t remain attached to past and remain physically absent
That state is not acceptable in its any form
You need complete change with attitudinal reform
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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An imprint in mind
I did not find him bed side
The space left in between was very wide
Day before he was asleep and kept snoring
Today’s absence is unbearable and boring
The life can be difficult without him
We worked very hard as team
He was always there to support
I had maintained good rapport
He did not mind even when was not served with food
We both used to think seriously but always with good mood
We knew the critical phase will be over soon
The heat will be over and taken over by cool moon
How many nights we had spent in open?
Was it not the heaven for us as fun?
Did we ever feel that we were isolated?
Only we lived life in difficulty as ill fated
Still I remember there was much to offer
Lot many ideas to implement and differ
Always in complete harmony with no word of dissent
He was thorough gentleman and very descent
I shared with him half bread
He may come back home as if half dead
There was much to feel as thrill
The life was like circus and demanded hard drill
Not a moment I might have passed without him
He was strong pillar and a solid beam
We all rested on it as worry free persons
He offered us safety in all the seasons
Life has passed off in friction of seconds
The clean water has dried up in ponds
It has developed crack on its soil
We are left with nothing and continue to boil
I slipped back in old memory again
There was slight dazzling caused by rain
The weather was turning wet and cold
I was left with no sense to feel the different world
I shall not shed a tear
We had enough of it with fear
Again time has come to bear
We have now enough of cloths to wear
There is definite vacuum and void
It was not in our hand to avoid
He is not here by my side
I still feel he is still there to confide
There is fine imprint in mind
An image is there to find
Only good will experience with honest feeling
Everything is with you if you are willing
Nothing goes missing
Sun is rising
Rays bring light
Make determined bid and fight
Grow with responsibility and stature
You have to build from stretch a bright future
Page can be filled and re written
Life can be understood and enlightened
I may not miss his absence
I have to bear it with full sense
No use if I remain worried and tense
He may be remembered in all the tenses
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Complete Thrust
Everybody misbehaved with me
As if I was bonded labor and not free
Even though I was unfortunate
I trusted god and was very much passionate
I loved work and put complete thrust behind
I had full satisfaction and joy to find
As I had put enough efforts to succeed
It was done with full honesty and without much greed
It is not important to know why I miserably failed
Why people look at me with scant respectand and nailed
It had nothing to do with their glorious achievement
Only I was down with adverse movement
How was I to be blamed for complete failure?
Who can one forecast that everything will be cent percent sure?
I had reached at dead end with no future to claim
Even though I had staked with high aim
What makes person to reach at the top?
Who can curtail the ambition or stop?
It is human nature to thrive for the best
Even though many hurdles may come to prove the test
Not all the persons may come across flying colors
Not all the beggars may receive handsome share from donors
It is certainly a game of hard favor and luck
Even easy target may get you bogged down or struck
I wish for troubles to come in daily life
So I feel its presence as double edged knife
It may prevent me from becoming idle or lazy
Life will come handy only then and look easy
Who knows what will be shot sure for tomorrow?
How can we relax and lye down to allow
All failures to overshadow our existence
And push us in darkness with ignorance
Let us consider as if life will not be afforded next time
It is one time chance and offered for good sometimes
It is left to us how we make best use out of it
Go for long aim and achieve the memorable feat
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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What Do You Know?
you talk to me,
once in a while,
when i'm feeling happy,
you find a way to bring me down,
what the hell?
am i not good enough?
to be accepted in this world,
people look as if i'm different,
so what if i am?
why should you care?
for the longest i thought
that was important.
who was i kidding?
i don't need you!
want to know why?
along the way,
i found who i am,
call me crazy,
but, i'm glad i'm different,
what's you excuse?
trying to be the same,
as everybody else,
how is that working?
that's not me,
i go my own way,
jealous of who i become?
a girl who is strong,
because of the stuff that was said,
i realize your opinion shouldn't matter,
you not important,
i am!
why should i care,
what you think?
in the back of my mind,
you still got some work to do,
to accept all of yourself,
because trying to fix me,
won't complete you like you think,
i found myself alone the way,
let me know when you do the same.
3-6-09
poem by Mona Martinez
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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
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Price Of A Soul
“I know I’m a down and out, wet and freezing cold,
but what do you want of me, a man who feels so old.
I’m so tired; just leave me alone so I can get some sleep
and with luck God will my soul safely keep.
Tell me what you want! I’ve got nothing to give you,
no money, no jewellery, and my body is worthless too.
Or are you a Good Samaritan here to give me money?
Oh, go away; you can’t do anything for me.”
“What if I could do something for you, like make you well again
and make you feel younger and fitter, and free from all your pain?
Because I’m the kind of guy who has the power to do this for you,
if you promise to do something for me; just the odd thing or two.
Well, I can see that you’re thinking.., what do you say old man?
No one else will make you this offer, there’s only me that can?
If you turn me down you’ll be dead anyway in a very short time.
What’ve you to lose? Give me a reason, why should you decline? ”
“And I suppose the only thing you want is my God given soul
the only thing I have that’s complete and whole.
In all the years I’ve had it, it has been of no use to me
and yet you want it in exchange for my misery.”
“Tell me old man how did you know it was your soul that I desire?
Do you think that I’m evil and come from a land of fire?
People have somehow managed to get the wrong impression of me,
if I was an evil creature would I set your pain free?
Now, you might say that I’m getting the better of the deal,
but hey, come on, think about it, let us both get real.
Your time is almost over and I’m offering you a new lease of life,
I’ll give you three years of health and wealth, and a pretty wife.
Come on now old man, before it’s too late, what do you say,
are we going to make a deal before you slip away?
Your aged soul is of little use to you when you have gone,
so let’s live and let live, begin a new life from now on! ”
“And if I agree and say yes to the exchange of my soul
what will happen to it when I have paid you my toll?
Will my soul burn for eternity in the far reaches of hell,
or be tormented and tortured for reasons you won’t tell? ”
“I don’t know where you get all these untrue stories from,
nothing like that happens when you’ve departed and gone.
I’m an angel who gathers lost souls, which I keep with others
and you’ll join a family of soul mates, sisters and brothers.
After I’ve helped and collected a couple of thousand or more
you’ll energise me, so I can help other souls at death’s door.
So there you are, there’s nothing sinister and no one gets fired,
and in the end we’re all happy to achieve what we desired.”
“Is it true that we have to have a contract signed in blood,
so there’s no going back and that is understood.
And if you do want everything written down that way
I’ll have no choice but to agree to all you say.”
“Ah for progress; these days a teardropp to seal the contract will do
and everything and more that I promised will be granted to you,
but remember in three years from now your soul will become mine,
so make the most of your life and have a really great time.”
Three extraordinary years have passed by as though one day
and the payment of a soul is due without delay.
“Hello my old friend you look full of life, so healthy and well,
your extension of life hasn’t been wasted, this I can tell.”
“I’ve had a truly exceptional time and I want to thank you a lot,
but is there any way we can postpone the contract we’ve got? ”
“What! Every time I do a suffering, dying person a good turn,
they throw it back into my face; when will they ever learn?
Listen closely old man, a deal is a deal and that is a fact,
and when it’s made with me there’s no going back.
Now is the time to give me a sealing teardropp from your eye
and then we can say our last final goodbye.”
“I’m sorry I can’t, it’s impossible because I have dry eyes,
operations on both have been unsuccessfully tried.”
“This is wasting time and no good to me! We have a deal
you’ll have to renew it, this time in blood, for real.”
“I don’t want to sign a new deal; things are different in my life,
I have responsibilities now, a child and a new wife.”
“All these wonderful things happened to you because of me!
You owe me your soul and that’s how it will be!
Very well, I accept that I cannot have your soul today,
but the moment you die you will definitely pay,
and don’t go away thinking that you have outwitted me
your soul will be mine soon, you are not accident free.”
poem by Orlando Belo
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Giving Up Giving Up
it is a surprising remark
at the end of what to give up
for instance
take the following 'Give up complaining——focus on gratitude.
Give up pessimism——become an optimist.
Give up harsh judgments——think kindly thoughts.
Give up worry——trust Divine Providence.
Give up discouragement——be full of hope.
Give up bitterness——turn to forgiveness.
Give up hatred——return good for evil.
Give up negativism——be positive.
Give up anger——be more patient.
Give up pettiness——become mature.
Give up gloom——enjoy the beauty that is all around you.
Give up jealousy——pray for trust.
Give up gossiping——control your tongue.
Give up sin——turn to virtue.'
etcetera,
etcetera,
the twist is the last: give up giving up!
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Unarmed Combat
In due course of course you will all be issued with
Your proper issue; but until tomorrow,
You can hardly be said to need it; and until that time,
We shall have unarmed combat. I shall teach you.
The various holds and rolls and throws and breakfalls
Which you may sometimes meet.
And the various holds and rolls and throws and breakfalls
Do not depend on any sort of weapon,
But only on what I might coin a phrase and call
The ever-important question of human balance,
And the ever-important need to be in a strong
Position at the start.
There are many kinds of weakness about the body,
Where you would least expect, like the ball of the foot.
But the various holds and rolls and throws and breakfalls
Will always come in useful. And never be frightened
To tackle from behind: it may not be clean to do so,
But this global war.
So give them all you have, and always give them
As good as you get; it will always get you somewhere.
(You may not know it, but you can tie a Jerry
Up without rope; it is one of the things I shall teach.)
Nothing will matter if only you are ready for him.
The readiness is all.
The readiness is all. How can I help but feel
I have been here before? But somehow then,
I was the tied-up one. How to get out
Was always then my problem. And even if I had
A piece of rope I was always the sort of person
Who threw rope aside.
And in my time I had given them all I had,
Which was never as good as I got, and it got me nowhere.
And the various holds and rolls and throws and breakfalls
Somehow or other I always seemed to put
In the wrong place. And, as for war, my wars
Were global from the start.
Perhaps I was never in a strong position.
Or the ball of my foot got hurt, or I had some weakness
Where I had least expected. But I think I see your point.
While awaiting a proper issue, we must learn the lesson
Of the ever-important question of human balance.
It is courage that counts.
Things may be the same again; and we must fight
Not in the hope of winning but rather of keeping
Something alive: so that when we meet our end,
It may be said that we tackled wherever we could,
That battle-fit we lived, and though defeated,
Not without glory fought.
poem by Henry Reed
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Teacher, Teacher
Just when I thought I finally learned my lesson well,
There was more to this than meets the eye.
And for all the things you taught me, only time will tell,
If I'll be able to survive. Oh yeah.
Teacher, teacher, can you teach me?
Can you tell me all I need to know?
Teacher, teacher, can you reach me?
Or will I fall when you let me go? Oh no.
Am I ready for the real world, will I pass the test?
You know it's a jungle out there.
Ain't nothin' gonna stop me, I won't be second best,
But the joke's on those who believe the system's fair, oh yeah.
Teacher, teacher, can you teach me?
Can you tell me if I'm right or wrong?
Teacher, teacher, can you reach me?
I wanna know what's goin' on, Oh yeah.
So the years go on and on, but nothing's lost or won.
And what you learned is soon forgotten.
They take the best years of your life,
Try to tell you wrong from right,
But you walk away with nothing. Oh Oh.
Teacher, teacher, can you teach me?
Can you tell me all I need to know?
Teacher, teacher, can you reach me?
Or will I fall when you let me go?
Teacher, teacher, can you teach me?
Can you tell me if I'm right or wrong?
Teacher, teacher, can you reach me?
I wanna know what's goin' on, Oh
Teacher, teacher, can you teach me?
Teacher, teacher, can you reach me?
Teacher, teacher, can you teach me?
Teacher, teacher, Ooh yeah.
Teacher, teacher
Teacher, teacher
~Adams, Vallance
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Not to end
I stood on high wall of river bank
Pain rushed to mind and I sank
It was just matter of seconds for life to end
High melody drama with current trend
Some one shouted from back” hi, don’t do”
Life may be hell but still you are not through
It may take you o where I you really run away
This is not the solution to find the way
I think it was inner voice that was awakening soul
I too felt it was too early to smell a foul
Why not face it bravely and stand the test?
Why not sincerely attempt at to extract the best?
Was it not cowardice act to shy away from reality?
Was there no other option than to have continuity?
Life is name of constant struggle and to live with
Show must go till we have enough strength and last breath
I had swallowed bitter pills in the form of insult
People approached me for cutting joke and not to consult
They had all weapons in their armory to cause me worry
I had decided for extreme steps instead of feeling sorry
It was on going struggle in mind that forced me to retreat
I had no strength or courage to face them and treat
It was altogether a combined attack on my survival
I did not get enough time to search for any revival
Human beings are gifted with strong will power
It is in built and in distress exercised by fewer
What else is seen in this peculiar conscience call?
It is definitely blessings in disguise from future fall
To act in haste with reaction is totally unwelcome
Let any untoward things take shape or come
It is your common sense that prevents you fro, going extreme
Is it not the mysterious call from almighty the Supreme?
I thought for a while and decided to withdraw
It was complete turn about from failure show
It not only infused me with great strength and courage
I decided to give go bye to helplessness and manage
It is playing hide and seek game with our fate
We don’t wake up to realities and act very late
Life doesn’t stop and flows at any rate
We must behave sensibly without waiting at the gate
To end the life is by no means any solution
To get up and face it will be complete revolution
It may bring so many unexpected changes
As life hangs in balance between high and low ranges
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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To deny natural divide
How to deny natural divide when it exists?
How to side with untruth when someone insists?
How shut eyes and feel dark when light is seen?
I can’t go with all as I am not blind and not so keen
The natural principles to believe in constant change
You stick to rigidity and you are out of race to manage
No one may prefer you as an ardent supporter
Once you have fallen out of grace as an observer
The distinction is rightly drawn for available facts
One must think positive and clearly fall in line with to act
You can’t make believe day a night and night a day
It has its own accepted routes to force its way
What if one refuses to believe in sun shine?
How world can look different if you are under influence of wine?
Some of the universal changes do not alter the basic reality
To go with it or not rests upon your common sense and ability
It won’t serve any good and cause immense harm
Days may not go cold when they are already warm
The seasons are armed with all kind of changes
As human being we are prone to certain things but unable to change
We are sure of the fact that love blinds a person
Almighty has induced it in human being with some reasons
He must cry, delight, laugh and slip into memory
Some of the heaviness lessens with the expression of sorry
Mix reaction may not evoke good response
It may make you vulnerable with no sense
It will add tension, anxieties and worry
You will burdened most and compelled to carry
It is foolishness on our part not to distinguish good from bad
It may sometimes lead us to believe and next moment very sad
These are all interlinked and considered as two sides of the coin
The pain may reduce if you try artificially to laugh while actually in pain
Everybody know the facts still refuse to believe
With wrong notion and belief and prefer fallacy to live
Not day or night deter or for that matter truth or lie
Only one fear keeps under control that certain possibility to die
We could have defied the universal law
If it had some short cuts with loop holes or flaw
We could escape unnoticed with sheer intelligence
But alas! We are constantly reminded of its presence
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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In That Mood To Pursue
I'm in that mood.
In that mood.
To pursue,
And do...
Just for me and not a thing to prove.
I'm in that mood.
In that mood.
To pursue,
And do...
Just for me,
And not a thing to prove.
I woke up in attitude I knew.
Arrogant but more...
Determinance.
Like a man standing in defense...
Of what I have now with confidence.
And no one's gona try to say I make no sense.
I'm in that mood.
In that mood.
To pursue,
And do...
Just for me and not a thing to prove.
I'm in that mood.
In that mood.
To pursue,
And do...
Just for me,
And not a thing to prove.
I woke up in attitude I knew.
Arrogant,
With a meaning intent.
And a mind tracked on common sense.
I'm in that mood.
In that mood.
To pursue,
And do...
Just for me,
And not a thing to prove.
I feel there's nothing now that I can't do.
I'm in that mood,
For me.
No one has to agree.
I'm up,
And ready to fulfill my needs.
I said I'm up...
And ready to fulfill my needs.
I'm in that mood.
In that mood.
To pursue,
And do...
Just for me and not a thing to prove,
To you or nobody in that groove...
Who aint got it goin' and movin'!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Position
I can’t move away from my stated position
Though it may be temporary or period of transition
There may arise many more questions
Not to discuss at all or make any mention
How to cope and face the challenges?
How to stand fast and simply manage?
It is no easy task and considered state of art
One may be facing dark but tries to look smart
It is the way to lessen the worry
Nothing can be solved out of hurry
Sometimes you may feel only sorry
Burden and frustration only to carry
Everybody is facing delicate situation in life
Hasty action needed when situation is not rife
All calculations may prove wrong and invite trouble
Calm water may be disturbed with lot of bubbles
Weak may develop cold feet and loose the patience
Winning game may go out of hand in presence
Nothing could be done to retrieve the position
Only strong will power may needed for imposition
What else can be done to avert the show down?
Why can’t we present the smiling face devoid of frown?
It is good to be in complete control of mind
We may be able to think fresh and able to find
Life is full of ups and downs with no solution in sight
Some may go wrong even if seemed very right
We may loose hope and think of bad consequence
Drawing some conclusions with right inferences
It is state of mind that makes us to feel bad or good
Only alert mind can take you out of the wood
How to over come out of it is anybody’s guess
One must be ready with open mind to confess
You may emerge strong as ever before
You will realize what you were trying for?
It will give proof of your stable mind
Ability to come out of it with new ways to find
Never to let your mind to any one else
Let others guess and remain ever tense
This will give you enough room to maneuver
Defuse the crisis and successfully come over
I wish I could adopt the simple theory
Refresh the mind with fresh memory
Easy to find the solutions with open mind
Show always good composure and behavior kind
This is how we overcome and act
No action in haste or simply react
It will complicate the real issue
You may fail to get what is really due
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Why Good or Why is it Bad?
The first time mankind found out the secret in paradise,
When they ate the forbidden fruit of good and bad for a surprise.
Since then people call happenings how they see,
Ignoring the truth, knowing not it is just positive and negative in Thee.
If one is searching for the truth can find it easily,
Many times bad can turn out good and good can turn into tragic suddenly.
All problems in our life comes from our own mind,
Without the truth we are pawns in this world, we are deaf and blind.
All the great teaching tell us that we have the free will,
If you think you can rule over others or the universe, you are ill.
The free will means you can choose between Life or malediction,
Follow your own feelings, have faith in God's goodness
Don't mind opposition.
We are here to learn and teach on the way we are able,
Stop calling names good or bad, go forward in peace and confidence.
Put your work on God's table.
Then, He will give you the understanding to every detail,
You'll find true contentment, happiness and the right trail.
If you really believe, that you do His work, don't question, don't oppose,
Do what you feel in the moment without any remorse.
Know, that God works thru you, let His will be done,
Let no man judge you for it, it is the business of none.
Then you'll have peace and contentment in your soul and spirit,
Health in your body and paradise you'll inhabit,
You'll understand the meaning to live forever,
All the teaching will be clear; you'll never be a pawn or a stranger.
poem by LaSoaphia QuXazs
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Self Boost
I would boost of self and claim
I have everything with big name
I have everything to proclaim
As I am perfectly placed with aim
I could go anywhere in world
I have rich ideas to be sold
People take my advices for granted
They always believe me and wanted
I have everything I want
But certain thing I don’t
I neglected health for fortune
Rest everything went out of tune
I was to cherish some of the pride moments
But had to sacrifice and face adverse comments
Any body would notice the deterioration
Their point may have only one orientation
It is important to have worldly pleasure
But at the same time perfect health to make it sure
If you have everything but no body to enjoy
It will be useless to sit on mountain without any joy
The head may ache and not allow you to think
You may seek isolation and quietly sink
This is stage where you need complete comforts
But alas! You are no where near the port
You are on sea waters
You have power to sail and course to alter
But it is realized the futile race sought after
All luxurious like things now fail to cater
It slides me to the pain zone
Complete devastation as if after cyclone
Nothing seems is now within control
Despite all availability, it is natural fall
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A response to memory
Is there anything like conscience?
do we really believe in its presence?
it troubles me a lot when suddenly awakened?
as the future lay completely darkened
She may appear and suddenly ask
there is something like tea in flask
shake your memory and listen
what I have not to say even
You ditched me and left to good luck
you knew i will be badly struck
I did not prove as dame duck
I will bounce back and definitely look
I may not like to be lost in dreams
as it is burning body from with in with beams
I am not going to be a yes woman
yet it will be a lesson for man
Memory is hard to be pushed away
to be lost in oblivion is the only way
there is complete harmony in relation
as long as it has true revelation
How does it matter if you do not remember?
Who will under the agony and answer?
Have to open my heart and reveal?
my love was fake and not real
No one has time to show sympathy
I am struck with pain to feel self pity
it is unbearable and no where to show
I can bear no more as I have to leave and go
You treated me like commodity
the game played by you was dirty
I can not look back and lament
It may remain their as sad moment
It will not matter now even if you accept
love is not an idea or an ideal concept
it is beautifully conceived and realized
no one does a favor or gets obliged
I did not feel it as shame
I do not curse or blame
it may be sheer bad luck and fate
I will have to realize it soon or late
I stand in far corner and weep
It is impossible to remember and keep
All good comments and memory at heart
as it has shown the beginning of bad start
Is it not the divine spirit to feel?
are we going to tarnish it or kill?
it may not meet our expectation
still it stands as reality with good observation
Not all may find it with favor
All flowers may not offer flavor
We expect beautiful show with fragrance
it should boom with all colors at once
Kill the conscience, curb the wishes but not the trust
these are ingredients and possibly must
It is best way to reach and feel the pulse
no one has capability to push it and repulse
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Everything She Wants
Somebody told me
Boy everything she wants is everything she sees
I guess i must have loved you
Because i said you were the perfect girl for me, baby
And now we're six months older
And everything you want and everything you see
Is out of reach not good enough
I don't know what the hell you want from me
Somebody tell me
(won't you tell me)
Why i work so hard for you
(to give you money, work to give you money)
Some people work for a living
Some people work for fun
Girl i just work for you
They told me marriage was give and take
Well you've shown me you can take
You've got some giving to do
And now you tell me that your having my baby
I'll tell you that i'm happy if you want me to
But one step further and my back will break
If my best isn't good enough
Then how can it be good enough for two
I can't work any harder than i do
Somebody tell me
(won't you tell me)
Why i work so hard for you
(to give you money, work to give you money)
Oh why do i do the things i do
I'd tell you if i knew
My god, i don't even think that i love you
(won't you tell me)
(to give you money, work to give you money)
How could you settle
For a boy like me
When all i could see
Was the end of the week
All the things we sign
And the things we buy
Ain't gonna keep us together
It's just a matter of time
My situation
Never changes
Walking in and out of that door
Like a stranger
For the wages
I give you all
You say you want more
And all i could see
Was the end of the week
All the things we sign
And the things we buy
Ain't gonna keep us together
Girl it's just a matter of time
song performed by by George Michael
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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