Little off
To be away from worldly attachment
Can be considered nice moment
Where some aspects are pushed away
To find peace and happiness on the way
Many might have not seen the moon
Have been confined in cold room
Many might have not seen emerging sun
As they align for work before starts run
Sadness can’t be invited even for the fun
As it can be easily invited from the shots of gun
World is moving from darkness to light
We expect it to cease from the right
Life is full of adventure
No one can be so sure
Something can happen unexpectedly
Nothing must be tried repeatedly
Little off from the scene is welcome
That can be very good change and has to come
One may be replenished it with new energy
Same can’t be purchased with the help of money
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Key
There comes a time in one's life,
When silence becomes the preferred company.
Joined by a peace of mind invited.
Providing what has been needed,
To have gone unrecognized as if in disguise...
Fo so long.
Feeling whole and complete...
Is the key that unlocks a happiness released.
And to feel whole AND complete...
Can not be replaced by 'things' one seeks.
With a doing of what one pleases,
Feels so good.
It is nice in one's life,
When silence becomes invited.
And stays as one's preferred company.
With a peace that can not be described.
To slice with a taste of it day and night,
Feels so good.
'Excuse me.
It is time for my slice of peace.
And I can't afford to miss it.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Good from tonic
Good from tonic
No one can expect to remain on the top
But if one wants then no one can stop
But it is natural law and rule
One can learn it when see the full moon
Moon looses position day by day
From light to dark gradually each day
To be totally sleeping to another side
When you can see only horizontal wide
Sun appears from east with mild rays
Bring early life to all for the full day
No one waits for the second to miss
As everybody bows head and take it as bliss
Each one of us is aware of sun's importance
We can witness next day only by chance
If we happen to find next day morning
Pray almighty to take you safely in the evening
See the sun in its full size
Either in full with rise
Or in evening when it is all set
To meet its decline with fate
I see red lights on wane
As tail blaze from landing plane
With one aim to reach in its respective place
Where mankind breathes to withdraw from the race
We can see and witness evening scene
Where sun is with naked eyes quietly seen
It is gift from departing energy ball
We withdraw and retire with cease call
Try and find out the reason
Many may offer but vary from person to person
It is artist's eye that finds out real magic
Full day's energy loss can be made good from tonic
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Tribute to the Moon
Moon in your glorious moment
What a nice bright moon tonight,
With the big and round moon torching light on me
Crescent, Half-Moon, Full moon, Blue Moon
Make no difference as thee always the same
The dull night blush as usual
The lunar light streams as usual
Enlighten all the mankind with your light
Steer them away from the greed
Steer them away from the lust
It seem so long ago.
When i am tiny, repeatedly amazed by your splendor
Moon... Moon...
Listen to my plea..
Come to me..
Wash away all my worries.
Wash away all my sadness,
For thee only release me from all the stress
For thee only bring peacefulness to my life.
Absorb me in your luminescence
Light my life with thee.
poem by MyPrince Hong
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When you know ‘yourself'…. You not there to know it!
How do you know, you know yourself!
Through the spectacles of the audience
Those words not from your guts
The heresies not from your rationale…
And you are defined!
Interjections that stun…
What do you say, you are?
Thought within?
What you caught? Yourself?
Which self?
Every moment of introspection
Sprouts a new You. Then…
What do you say, you are?
Are you the self that changes?
Or are you the Change between the selves?
Since, the Change seems the sole permanence;
The Change that keeps you moving -
Movement is your nature,
That's your life - you are, then, the Change!
The Change that leads you to the Unchanging,
At that Unchanging you cease to change.
And be the Unchanging yourself.
You are thus the Change…
…till you cease to change
And become the Unchanging One!
When you know yourself…
You will not be here to know it.
The moment you know, you cease to live,
Since, you live only to discover yourself…
Life and Change be the things
Always by your side
Ask them, who you are at that moment…
Lest you must be the life
You must be the Change.
To know the Absolute you -
Imperative it is to know and experience
The every momentous you,
Good or bad, both are you -
Any ‘momentous you' if left undiscovered,
Delay the change to make you Unchanging…
Give away yourself…
Not to the ‘he' that observes you
To the Change that makes you meet your own kind
To the life that guides the change towards your varied selves
Deluded you must not get
By the scrutinizing eyes, words or thoughts
Guiding light is within you…
Hold on to it and know yourself…
The moment one claims to have known ‘his'self
Be sure ‘he' is yet not known to ‘him'self.
You cannot live to tell who you are,
That's being the very purpose of life.
Once you become what you ought to
You become no'body' in the world of ‘bodies.'
Thus, when you know yourself…. You not there to know it!
poem by Maitali Verma
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Flick The Switch
Will you flick the switch and turn on the light,
dusk is here bringing in the night.
Without light I'm really struggling to see,
and being half blind isn't helping me.
How can you be without light in the room,
you're sitting in shadows cast by the moon?
Is it because the darkness brings you peace
and without the light your stresses cease?
You don't seem to look in the mirror nowadays,
is this because you're hiding from your age,
or is there something worse that's troubling you,
something I should know, that's long overdue.
I know I don't see you very often in the day,
because you have to spend time away.
Once in a while it would be nice to see you smile,
so come out of the shadows for a little while.
Or is there something you don't want me to see,
with my eyes you could hide the world from me?
There, that's much better the light's on for a change,
why can't I see you, this is uncomfortably strange?
poem by Orlando Belo
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Mid-Life Krysis
Memories fill your harbour
History to be made
Jealousy in the cupboard
You with me to the grave
Mid-life krysis
You invited everyone
You can't win
You can't wake from this nightmare
Every day is like a movie
Third world war on the rise
Don't take it in the city
Making love to get high
Mid-life krysis
You invited everyone
You can't win
You can't wake from this nightmare
I waste my time I waste my
Don't waste my time don't waste my
I waste my time I waste my
Don't waste my time don't waste my
Energy
Say you're in love with me
Save yourself
Maybe then
You'll have some children
Maybe you'll have none
Mid-life krysis
You invited everyone
You can't win
You can't wake from this nightmare
And you invited everyone
You can't win
You can't wake from this nightmare
song performed by by Travis
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Cold Cold Change
Cold cold change, we were so excited
But you came and went so soon
Cold cold change, we were not invited
We smiled all the while we were taken in
Cold cold change, bringing in the winter
Freezing up the water, closing up the mind
One more danger, gonna have to deal with
One last moment fading all the time
But no lasting change, well we were turned around
We jumped in the air to see over the wall
No master plan, its a bad design
Significant time in spite of us all
Cold cold change, we were so excited
Waiting on the outside, waiting to begin
Left us all angry and bewildered
Laughing at the way we were taken in
You better lock the door, turn it off (the light)
Well leave the nights alone, better keep me hoping
That the change is over, the ice is gone
And when the weathers warmer you can hear me shouting yeah
(hirst/moginie)
song performed by by Midnight Oil
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Make and believe
Don't make any attempt or try
Nothing will be provided by sky
As I stand hidden in cloud
Even if you shout a loud
Stars and moon will provide you no clue
You may simply stare at them and view
You may enjoy moon light too
I shall ride on moon and stay right
You may be lost in dream
As I come near and take you in arm
Thousands of flowers in your heart may bloom
As you hear my voice in your spacious room
I shall watch you dance with over joy
As you are the only love I ever had and enjoy
Not with any specific reasons
But as kind and nice person
I am flooded with rain in me
You have opened your arms and invited free
My body shivers with lots of current
I slip in to dream and enjoy the present
You are loosing your mind's presence
As this one is the only golden chance
No lovers have met before in such a fashion
As nothing remains there after in question
I have rained on you very hard
To see future and look forward
You have become now my present lady
Not to be addressed as somebody
Now you are like mother earth
As if with full fragrance after bath
I sink into your magic and float
Feel deep crunch and thrust in throat
You are not afraid of anything now
As you have surrendered in my arm any how
I am just single in this world
Gear up to feel warmth and loose the cold
May be this is what we long in life
Even though the life may be as sharp as knife
What after all we expect and achieve?
That is for the self to make and believe
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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It Starts With A Kiss
It starts with a kiss,
That brings the world down,
A kiss,
That makes my body give in,
It starts with a kiss,
And your hands,
Slowly moving down my back,
And lifting me up to put my legs around you,
It starts with a kiss,
Our lips will do what they do,
My lips will part,
When yours do,
It starts with a kiss,
With my hands through your hair,
And with your hands on my waist,
Man this world seems to quake,
It starts with a kiss,
Man this is so fair,
Your lips feel so good,
On mine that just sit their,
It starts with a kiss,
That makes the whole room stop,
They see sparks fly,
And the room glow in a light so pure,
It starts with a kiss,
But when your lips leave mine,
My neck feels their company,
Then my body gives into you,
It starts with a kiss,
Your lips seem to know what to do,
Cause they are moving up and down my neck,
Once that ends they find my lips again,
It starts with a kiss,
And my body sub comes to you,
And once again,
The Kiss Is Where It All Begins! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
Happiness And Sadness
Happiness what is it, is it love,
or is it just another sound, another word,
happiness is just another thing,
happiness is just another thing to believe in,
Happiness is only for those who deserve,
those who do not won't get the happiness,
those who are happy I pity them,
they know nothing, nothing about this world,
Happiness is evil, we may not see this,
but its true, happiness is evil in so many ways,
happiness is a disguise for the true world,
the hard, cold, hard loving world we live in today,
Happiness is the only feeling you think you want,
I know it isn't I know the dark secrets of the emotion,
I know its hidden secrets, I know its every lying lies,
happiness so cold and unfair to those who don't have it,
my only emotion I take for granted is sadness,
I find this emotion deep, profound, yet enlightening,
sadness so cold and envious is so true,
the sadness is what we need on this world,
sadness is the true world happiness isn't,
the decision is your, live a dream or live reality,
i'm living reality and i'm in the sadness,
the cold, dark, alone, cruel, all alone sadness....
poem by Richard Belis
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Days of God
Because I’m not a man with children,
I have to gaze down lonely roads
And expect one day to cease my existence alone.
I can only hope I’ve planted flowers bright and yellow
That will long flirt with the sun after I’m gone,
After heaven has invited me in or sent me moving on.
I have sung sad songs to the rhythm of dawn showers,
I have told frightened strangers that life is beautiful and sweet,
I have kissed gentle people with kind hearts
And have opposed cruel words and evil deeds.
I accept my spiritual destiny without complaints;
Even in darkness, these are days of God.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Phenomenology
there is more happiness
to seeing a flower
bloom
on its stem
rather than
pick it
and put
it in a
vase
there is more
to a bird
that flies in the air
than keeping
it in the
comfort of your
hands
there is more
to watching the
world go by
and let
your eyes see
the passing
of each moment
rather
than freezing
the moment
either
in mourning
or even
in bliss
there is more to seeing
than thinking
and dissecting
why things happen
why they ought
not to happen
there is more to this spectator
who marvels
at the beauty of the full moon
and the peace
seen in the silvery river
rather than the
analyzing why the moon is full
and why the river
must be silvery
there is more to life
sitting down than standing and running
and conquering and owning
there is more
to the lotus rather than the fish
and the bird and the cow and the snake
or the spaceship
or the weapons of war
that you use
to control this world
there is more to peace
than bickering
and worry and painstaking
concerns
there is more to wonder
and wander
rather than speculating and
systematizing
there is more to nothing
than having everything
that your hands
cannot hold
see the seepage and the spill
there is really nothing much
to hold to keep and to cherish
let go then
the sands of our wishes and dreams
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A magic in music
How much important music is to me?
In every sphere of life it is available and free
Why is it so that fruits are so dear to the tree?
Do we mean it is purely an attachment to see?
Is there any magic music can deliver to human being
Is it confined to ordinary street singers and not to kings?
Can any one claim hegemony or control over it?
Is it not the glimmer of hope in the dimly light?
I wondered at all the aspects and understood the impact
It is divine drink and can turn human being in fact
Can this precious gift be taken over by any religious sect?
Is it not our Endeavour to see that it remain in tact?
It has delivered wonders to bring new lease of life or energy
It may so happen that people may turn happy and not feel gloomy
It has to be realized in its essence and understood fully
Then we may be in position to deliver it truly
It generates coolness with morning breeze
Ears come to the sense and feelings don’t freeze
You look around to see the beautiful world
Your surge ahead with resolve and not feel cold
Can we not keep it as eternal and preserve?
Can we not wipe out tears of poor and serve?
Can we sell I cheaply for use it only for selfish end?
Is it not divine gift to be offered to all and sent?
Dead can be brought alive with music as its tonic
It will be nice if it is termed purely as music
Music in pure from must gather round and find place
It may be worth while if we preserve and not replace………………
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Sad And In Site Happy And Hidden
i know of a world of
magic
a world of war and hatred
where there's no room for peace
this world is hidden but lay in plane sight
this world caused me darkness and nearly ended my life
but i found a voice on the wind one that told me to fly
fly away to a world of peace one hidden in side
so now i go throw the world full of hate but i still wear a smile
this world of happiness lays in every child
the world of hate is the world we live
and happiness a child's gift
when we find who we are we learn this gift again
poem by Tony Atkins
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Difficult to believe
It was very hard to convince
When you entered the life since
It was unusual to be with you
Still it was open and true
I tried to read in your eyes
It was full of questions and why’s
You were shivering with fear
Al agony and pain I was to bear
You were suspicious of every move
I tried very hard to remove
All your misgivings and alley fears
As you were internally cursing and in tears
You were so close to me at every moment
The chance was very nice and heavenly sent
You surrendered with the food faith
It was pure blessings on us both
It is hard to understand and swallow
Not everybody will understand and allow
I have given it a fair trial
It will grow stronger even after your denial
You must nurse the feelings
It is heavenly blessed and not meant for killings
It may give eternal peace with understanding
It is good to believe in and befriending
It is the involvement of dedication
It is fine blend of attachment with good relation
There has to be no place for any kind of doubts
It is how the sky maintains the link with clouds
Initially there prevails lot of confusion
Sometimes you may not take off at all and end in refusal
With the passage of time and good efforts
It may develop healthy relation with good rapport
It is always good to clear the position
There has to be durable and healthy composition
One must relent and remain little accommodative
As the relation is not commodity and can be selective
The relation has got different tracks
One must always support and back
It is not the infatuation or body attraction alone
Trust building and faithfulness and also to be restored and done
So when final countdown starts
Nothing remains to be done in parts
Love itself is natural art
We are lovely pieces of fine divine draft
If life could be pushed on without any consideration
Then no one would have preferred such relation
Since it is considered to be holy union
Everybody seeks company with good companion
Life can move happily with strong attachment
As it is considered necessary movement
It may contain so sad moments later on
But there can be no going back or withdrawal
Even after marriage the consent between two is must
Life then will not be guided by principle or lust
It will be purely on reciprocal basis
There should be clear views and emphasis
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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No It Happens
No it all happens in real
When you go near and feel
It is not a term 'virtual kill'
In love it is considered as same still
Heart skips a beat
When you happen to greet
Feet crumble and mind sinks
When you are unable to think
Joy is over bound
Limit is not found
Wings get energy to fly
To go up and touch the sky
It can never be temporary
In life it is necessary
We all live and cherish
Till the life ends or finish
It may turn you cold
Within next moment you find new world
Heaven is dreamed on earth
Not even slight worry for death
So I wish you to change
About life angle and try to manage
With its beautiful meaning and concept
It is reserved area and as it is kept
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Use of Your Techniques
Remember...
You invited me,
To rank and critique.
As if my ego,
Would find a boost...
By the use of your techniques.
You insisted that I needed this.
And even today I agree I do.
The exposure to such pettiness...
Has kept me feeling blessed,
That what I have to offer
Does not need to pass your tests!
Remember...
You invited me,
To share my abilities.
And not feed from the offerings,
Of a constant flow of mindless BS!
That you claim is among your very best!
Please.
I am not flattered easily,
By insults!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Entwined In Concepts
Both of their minds were entwined in concepts of relationships.
Wanting their own to be one that was perfect.
And defining that with having good credit.
With things believed that would keep them in bliss.
And when these 'things' began to lose their sheen...
Less interest in themselves slowly could be seen.
The need to constantly be together became a non-necessity.
With a wish to be alone in one's own space.
In a place the other was either invited...
Or not invited to be.
And a love between them,
Although expressed...
Was missed.
Leaving dreams and desires,
To be held and kissed...
Becoming less obsessive.
And often dismissed.
As those things cherished gathered dust with time.
There was an emptiness felt!
And invited.
Under one roof where no happiness once there,
For them.
No longer, for them, they could find!
Yet and regretfully...
Both of their minds were entwined in concepts of relationships.
Wanting their own, they did, to be one that was perfect.
And defining that with having good credit.
Loans and debts could not keep this correct.
With things believed that would keep them in bliss.
Gone was 'that' and any remnants of happiness.
And when their credit became less than good.
They found themselves in arguments...
Blaming the other for a wasted life spent.
And agreeing to split is what they should do,
To prove this less the expensive.
With a being together for them now making less sense.
As they express to others,
They've done the best they could.
But a love to make better wasn't theirs to save.
Nor was it there from the beginning!
And this had been the costly mistake they made!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Joys
as the heavens are sucking light
as the moon still hangs glistening over the river
happiness comes slowly
on tired feet
such is her gaiety for a moment
fame and money, ambition and sickness, even lust,
do not mingle into this
happiness and joys
unexpectedly they arrive
and they go hand in hand beyond
exactly, any dawn discussion
goes beyond what we
mention
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Few Minutes in the Dark
A few minutes in the dark.
What kind of dark?
No light shining?
Depression?
A reality check?
A few minutes in the dark can change you.
Change you how?
Change your outlook of life?
Change your personality?
Cause you to sin?
A few minutes in the dark is dangerous.
How is it dangerous?
Swallow you up in fear.
Never feel happiness.
No more friends.
No more family.
No more love.
No more life.
No more light.
A few minutes in the dark is scary.
You see the evil in the world with no light.
You lose your light for a few minutes and soul dies.
You lose a person, a loved one, every single second.
You lose sight of them and they're gone forever.
A few minutes in the dark and you cant see anything.
No more things that coused you joy or filled with love.
A few minutes in the dark.
It takes only 30 seconds for a child to be kidnapped.
Then after that, they fall to the darkness.
Soul burned out, and love gone.
Another life fallen to the darkness.
A few minutes in the dark.
When you left the light, there is no turning back.
A few minutes in the dark, and you lose sight.
Lose sight of the light.
See what happens in the dark?
A few minutes in the dark.
Causes death.
A breakup between lovers and one points a gun to their head.
A few minutes in the dark and you die.
The light will be sealed from you along memories.
Memories of light and love.
The two things the dark can never have.
Light and love.
A few minutes in the dark.
And you cant remember your friends.
Did you even have friends?
A few minutes in the dark can change your way of thinking.
Reminding you of death at every corner.
You wander forever not ever finding the light.
A few minutes in the dark will change you forever.
Happiness always has its sadness.
Sadness always has its happiness.
Where there is life, there is death waiting around the corner.
Where there is death, there is life some where waiting.
Death is darkness.
You cant find your light if you cant handle a few minutes in the dark.
And maybe people are still stuck in the dark and we dont notice.
Reach your hand out and show them the light.
Everyone around us may look happy but they dont see the light.
A few minutes in the dark is a very sad place to be in.
Your blinded and confused.
you dont feel love and people all around us will always be in the dark,
waiting for a friend to pull them out.
There will be better days
poem by Natalie Vail
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