Love is................
Does the love represent natural phenomenon with universal language
Has it to do anything with cast, creed, color, race religion or age?
How are we going to define it in real context with exact meaning?
Why everybody is expected to do something more with kind leaning?
Love is something which has remained unclear to many so far?
It emerges from no where and takes us to new
No one can be sure of when and how it started with precision?
Individual is lost in race without making proper decision
It is assumed that it has origin in early days of childhood
Parents too allow good and friendly relations in neighborhood
Good dress, smart turn easily draw the boys to imagination
Knowingly or unknowingly they fall prey to culmination
It does not speak any informal language or follow
People are drawn towards each other and allow
Coming to so close with intention of knowing well
Not sure of any outcome or, life turning into hell
Why love has been taken as message of God to preach?
Are the religion books not sufficient enough to teach?
Whatever may be reason, it has got its own answer?
Not many but may be understood really by fewer
Is it really infatuation, feeling or love, at first sight?
Does the man think it seriously from the beginning it right?
It does not come up all of sudden but develops gradually
Love seeds are sown deep and mushroom individually
Individual’s beautiful face or intelligence may be the sole reason
Wealth, background or external forces may vary from person to person
No condition is laid before realizing it in its true spirit and color
It is really a happy union when one is really opting or going for
It may not look sound, advisable or some times against the will
People may opt for revenge, seek blood or go for kill
Love has found its way and not allowed to happen bad still
It may all go for accommodation and not for standstill
It has survived onslaught and grown for centuries
With so many ups and downs amidst furies
It may still go on with modern ways and means
Hearts may beat with rhythms and look so keen
Love no language, boundary or barrier
It is simple prophet’s messenger or carrier
If love fails in any form or at any stage
It will be difficult and not easy to manage
Who says love can’t speak universal language/
Eyes look down with grace when come out of cage
It may find favor with poor man’s hut or palace
Certainly it is not aligned with any creed, color or race
Acknowledge it with humble approval as divine force
Don’t try to block or make it to look as farce
It has its acceptance in everybody’s eye
Hatred and not love needs permanent bye
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Race:
Tell me who chose his race
Who has designed his face,
Before he was born?
Is it you?
Show me your race request!
Explain to me your color pallet
Why are you putting race first?
Did your ancestry choose
Their skin color?
Did color even matter?
Who gives you the right,
To discriminate against others?
Telling me we are "not equal"
Putting yourself against the bible
Get out of this circle
Get out of this bubble
This action is reversible.
So much taste of pain
Too much mark of chain
Not to remember, not to maintain
The spirit and the complain
To the next generation, you explain!
As it takes love
To love someone else
It takes more than love
To love who hated you
You have to embrace
A total different race
If you are a racist
You need God's grace
If you are a sexist
You are out of trace.
Little Richard created Rock n Roll
Who is control it?
British created Soccer
Who is best at it?
People lynched people
Over race
People burned people
Over sect
People killed people
Over religion
If you discriminate
You have lost the race
Under the skin we are one
Black, White, Spanish
Asian, Indian just name
Human being is universal
Living in peace is principal
With every race is just moral.
poem by Dieury Dumas
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Love signals
How do we transmit love signals?
I never thought of its original sign with arrivals
But someone said it is universal phenomena
Leaves person in complete off balance with many lacunas
I thought it was so easy process
One could have any time easy access
As it is natural and bound to happen
Birds, animals and flowers also indulge even
It is not mere carrying forward generation
It has much more deep rooted relation
Two souls come together in sacred tie
Take an oath to last till an end of their life
Only eyes speak and not the language
Sometimes not color cast or even age
That love rules supreme in many of the cases
You can have long tail with so many traces
There is no basic for falling in with affection
Person simply succumbs with his own action
Loose the common sense and run for belonging
Dream in life for new relation with very good beginning
It can run into rough weather too
If your love is not sincere and true
It can be judged from any of the angle
As love is holy and sacred triangle
She enters your life with lots of expectations
No doubts in mind but with lots of surprises and questions
Her mind is occupied with future developments
As it may be known little later with fine moments
Love wins not by use of sweet language or phrases
As it may reveal your real design with ugly face
Not once but that may remain life long impression
It won’t wash your body and make clean even after water emersions
I would weigh it in fair terms
Whatever consequences or with whatever turns!
Its holy core may remain intact and same
Person himself may be pointed but love will never be blamed
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Love Has No Boundaries
Love has no
Boundaries
Love is limitless
Love is timeless
Love does not need
Rhyme or reason
Love is love
Love does not know
Cast, color or creed
Age, appearance
Intelligence
No holds barred
When has to happen
It happens
The heart throbs
You are hers
She is yours
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poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Birthday wishes
Let me wish you many more happy and bright days
I wish to be guided by you in my own ways
Will you hold me forever and take to the end
Many best wishes of the day for you to be sent
What a beautiful wishes to offer in a particular way?
Wishing many many happy returns of the day
Has it not become customary to wish bright sun in cloudy atmosphere?
Do we wish it as mere formality or simple necessity is there?
These were the simple questions hounding me as an individual
I never thought I was playing dubious role which seemed not real
I found convincing answer for wishing a beautiful and real friend
Lot many good wishes with rose petals to send
What am I and what brings me to you? I asked to friend
“Why it happens to me”if I take it as true?
I always think of taking your care
No matter how far and where you are
You were so nice and kind
I consider myself lucky to find
You are like precious gem
I wish to keep you in mind with frame
I may not use polished language
It may not be proper or appropriate
I shall cherish the long memory of school days
We might have not carried along and parted ways
You are like towering strength
For you I may go to any length
I might look little different
Love may be seen as true and apparent
Rose may have its own fragrance
Friendship has got its own elegance
I always towards sky and glance
Think of meeting you by chance
It might not become possible to see you in person
I think I might have to wait for coming good season
Rain may dropp from clouds in usual manner
Tears may role out from eyes later or sooner
We may not wishing a person for no reason
Birthday brings good opportunity for liaison
It is meeting of mind with intense feelings
Intense hatred too may melt without concealing
It may pave the way for happy occasion
Two hearts may unite if taken proper decision
It is of course unique way of dealing
Wounds may dry up with careful healing
Wish from the heart if you happen to garland
Embrace with deep love if she is your girlfriend
Gender may not bar you from exchanging messages
It has all kind off warmth without feelings of ages
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The language of flowers
The language of flowers was born in the East
and today this tradition still persist.
Having a lack of communication,
being unable to show it on their faces
the women of East created the language of flowers,
it could show their love power,
it could show their mood,
it helped them to be understood.
Once it had appeared as the language of communication
it turned into the method of admiration,
it turned into an art,
this language has become so smart.
In the Victorian epoch
the language of flowers was used
to express the secret feeling,
each flower, each color had a certain meaning.
The language of flowers still exists today.
The one who presents a red rose wants to say:
I love you so much,
I need more than a touch.
My heart is on fire,
I have a fervent desire.
The one who presents a white rose wants to say:
You are my love,
you are my dove,
you are as pure as the first white snow,
I wish our love to grow.
My love is sincere,
I want you to be always near.
My love is stronger than a passion,
a tender kiss will make a good ration.
Can’t help being enchanted by your modesty,
can’t help admiring your purity.
Red and white roses together
say much more than any weather forecast.
That one wants to say:
You are my other half,
you are in my heart,
you are my gift from God.
And if that one hears the answer:
You are my Lord,
Then he is the happiest man in the world.
If someone presents you bluebells,
it tells he wants to know for sure
if your love is pure,
if your love will remain,
until you meet again.
If you are not sure of your love
and suddenly get cornflowers,
it means your love has a real power.
There are so many flowers on the Land
and they all make us understand life
that there is no need for a strife.
Even with fast pace,
and unnecessary races
our modern life on the Earth is worth living
with the Greatest feeling of Love.
Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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True reward
There can’t be any condition
As it is pure urge or ignition
It comes as natural feeling
When people choose it as willing
It requires no courage
But only strong will to manage
If love is what you can define
That may always stay as divine
It originates only attachment
A strong and dedicated movement
Where two people go for lasting union
Stay together as true companion
Love is not we seek as body attraction
That can be observed in any of our action
We may come up as hate biter
Heal it with love and turn it from bitter
“Love is God” not simply said
There is great emphasis laid
Millions of people are graced with peace
Live happily across continents and spend time at ease
Loose the hope once and burn the bridges
You will find hatred and only grudges
People will become blood thirsty
And kill persons against the will of almighty
I go with what others might not interpreter
But this is only advisable and fit
Love wins love and hate responds canard
What do we seek for as true reward
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Never hate
I would never try to hate
Even if want to of late
Such is even bad idea to state
Even if that seals our fate
Mother bears child for none months
With all that love and care to bear burnt
She doesn't know about hared
She wants her child to be honestly to lead
Child is in new world with love again
Mother has born him with unbearable pain
Child won't forget in whole life about sufferings
Despite precious jewels given in the form of offerings
How come then love show the form of hatred?
Cast, color and creed may be certainly later on fed
That may never force an individual to be influenced
By any such propaganda if ever he has glanced
Hate is such philosophy that results form the failure of affection
Love remains at the center even with love lost action
Hate can't remain permanent heart even if you try
Lot many question may emerge and suddenly ask why?
Love has no parallel and many have tried
They had to resort to unfair actions and to be lied
To their own people for vitiating the harmonious structure
To take over the situation by jealous exposure
I salute to the wisdom of Dr. Nelson Mandela with insight vision
There is no doubt from any angle and remains firm with precision
Let us shut the violence and bid to curb the liberty and freedom
The hatred should never be allowed to raise its head sans wisdom
Love is natural and grown out of compassion
Hatred is unnatural and grows out of depression
To take revenge on innocent people who have nothing to offer
But to stand at loss like sandwich and undergo to suffer
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Language Of Love
Some spend their time in conversation
They just talk and talk all day
But theres a sweeter situation, and
Its just a touch away
One kiss can say all that we need to say
Dont have to tell me you care
The message gets through
With the things youre doing
When were alone in the dark, you speak
To my soul, talk to my heart
In the language of love, we say everything
Every time that we touch we say so much
In the language of love, nothing says it better
Than when were talking together
Touch by touch in the language of love
In the language of love
This love dont need no explanation
We understand just fine, oh baby
Got heart to heart communication
I tell ya thats the sweetest kind
I love the way your body talks to mine
You can just look in my eyes to know that its
Real cause we go by feeling
We dont need words to express whats in our hearts we say it best
song performed by by Gloria Estefan
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A love has no shape
Love has no shape, color, creed or caste
It has wide range and can never die out or last
To think of it is madness and sheer waste
Can any one explain whether it has sour or sweet taste?
The God has put one sensational device
It bits on ceaselessly with mute voice
It can cry, laugh and express anger
With all helplessness when faced with hunger
The wound can be healed with medicine
The happiness and sadness can also be seen
The heart may bleed but there won’t be trace
Only some lines ma reflect on sullen face
If love is to be believed then can be found in ant region
If it that is to be worshipped then it needs no religion
All religions teach and profess same contents
Never have they come out with any adverse statements
I tried to search some drawbacks or lacuna
It was present everywhere and in all arenas
Al spoke of one language with same spirit
The love and peace should lead the way even in dm light
So long there is love there is chance
It is to be tried by all and not at once
It has unique way of handling the crisis
The magic spell of it always forms the basis
Can love be altered to hate or poison?
Can there be any criteria or specific reason?
As love has no color or fragrance to smell
How poison can be expressed or written well?
Some scientists tried to test the poison
There was no need to explain its position
What did it cost to human life as result?
It has quality which is real and in built
Let love be not confined to any creed
Let it not be give any type of wrong feed
It must mushroom in natural way
No one may have any objection to express or say
It has push pull action
There is no swing or any reverse reaction
It will pulsate regularly to fine the refuge
Both the companions may have no reasons to refuse
If you can not facilitate then do not obstruct at least
It may give different color and twist
It will be pushed to corner and never meet again
The position may not come true to regain
It is hard fact of life that we must realize
If necessary then consent and oblige
Do not create any type of the blockade
Let it excel without being lost or fade
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Your love is precious to me......
Your love is more precious than diamond
Your love is more valuable than gold
Your love is brightening my life
Your love is means so much to me
Your love is making me complete and whole
Your love is an unimaginable love to love
Your love is an unlocked door for me
Your love is a secret with my drunken love
Your love is like a sun that can melt my heart
Your love is dancing when I look at you
Your love is making body language when I touch you
Your love is feeling shyness when I am in you
Your love is so beautiful and cares for me.
poem by Ravi Sathasivam
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Language Of Love
I want your flesh and blood
And to feel your heart pumping hard
I want to tell my story to your eyes
I want to watch you react
To me baby
Maybe Im dreaming
I got to do something
We may be on the same planet
Living in different worlds
Do you speak the language of love
Living in the touch of your fingers
Are you the passionate type
Is this a natural thing
Do you speak the language of love
Second hand emotional trigger
In the devils playground
Hear the church bells ring
I speak the language of love
I speak the language of love
Shes my great obsession
And the girl likes me too
I think she has the wrong impression
She thinks I want to be friends
Maybe Im dreaming
I better do something
We might be on the same planet
But talk different tongues
Do you speak the language of love
Living in the touch of your fingers
Are you the passionate type
Is this a natural thing
Do you speak the language of love
Second hand emotional trigger
In the devils playground
Hear the church bells ring
I speak the language of love
I speak the language of love
She thinks I want to be friends
Maybe Im dreaming
I better do something
We may be on the same planet
Living in different worlds
I speak the language of love
I speak the language of love
Do you speak the language of love
Living in the touch of your fingers
Are you the passionate type
Is this a natural thing
Do you speak the language of love
Second hand emotional trigger
In the devils playground
Hear the church bells ring
song performed by by Rick Springfield
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The Language Of Love
I want your flesh and blood
And to feel your heart pumping hard
I want to tell my story to your eyes
I want to watch you react
To me baby
Maybe I'm dreaming
I got to do something
We may be on the same planet
Living in different worlds
Do you speak the language of love
Living in the touch of your fingers
Are you the passionate type
Is this a natural thing
Do you speak the language of love
Second hand emotional trigger
In the devil's playground
Hear the church bells ring
I speak the language of love
I speak the language of love
She's my great obsession
And the girl likes me too
I think she has the wrong impression
She thinks I want to be friends
Maybe I'm dreaming
I better do something
We might be on the same planet
But talk different tongues
Do you speak the language of love
Living in the touch of your fingers
Are you the passionate type
Is this a natural thing
Do you speak the language of love
Second hand emotional trigger
In the devil's playground
Hear the church bells ring
I speak the language of love
I speak the language of love
She thinks I want to be friends
Maybe I'm dreaming
I better do something
We may be on the same planet
Living in different worlds
I speak the language of love
I speak the language of love
Do you speak the language of love
Living in the touch of your fingers
Are you the passionate type
Is this a natural thing
Do you speak the language of love
Second hand emotional trigger
In the devil's playground
Hear the church bells ring
song performed by by Rick Springfield
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Taken over by hatred
I don’t know why love has been taken over by hatred?
What makes us to believe in hard core’s philosophy and be led?
Why is it so that age old traditions have been on complete vane?
Why it causes sudden shock, agony, maltreatment and pain?
I think no one has an answer for explanation
The sacred relation has not been looked kindly in question
Somewhere there has been done honor killing
And somewhere shot down, hanged and shown as willing
Can any one term love as market commodity?
Is it the only treatment we meat out and term it as dirty?
Have you ever heard words used and hurled with abusive language?
Nothing helps us to prove as cultured entity in present age
I have watched same treatment from child age
Women dragged from their houses to face the carnage
The worst treatment on the name of their honor and pride
Where as there is much to claim for and nothing to hide!
I fear it has origin in our ancestral philosophy
Either we have not fully understood the message of almighty
Or disregarded the inconvenient portion to expose inability
Any how we are shameless creature on earth with no responsibility
How can there be language, race, color and nationality barriers?
When we are sent here as messengers and love carriers
History may not repeat for out future generations
They might have long history of bitterness with many questions
Let us make no discrimination between gender and religion
It might differ from race to race and region to region
But it will never discriminate in finding the companion
Even though there is complete awareness about union
Let us widen the doors of friendship and show keenness
We are not from primitive state so to keep hard stance on face
We need change and complete overhaul to meet the challenges
It will be our endeavor to see how best we can imprint new things on pages
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Keep Them Together
Fear keeps them together
Where as they have more to bother
Responsibility to shoulder
Make them happy and live within boarder
Even though nothing comes to our rescue
Yet love is very much there and overdue
Some nice people only may know its outcome
Invite always and smilingly welcome
Love has tremendous pull and power
How earth becomes happy with showers
There is life message in down fall
So much love and passion in call
It is natural to be in company
This concept may not be liked by many
Yet it is compulsion on human being to live
As one race and firmly believe
Love has not many faces
You can only find some traces
It may have one and unique language
Even though there may be many usages
So confine within and stay alive
Make efforts for it and strive
There is no joy if only you give
But concede something and forgive
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Language Of Love
Excusez-moi, my pretty mademoiselle,
You are a french girl its easy to tell,
Me, I dont smoke not even a french cigarette,
But I love my pomme de terre,
And always croquette,
I am from angleterre and you are from france,
And you will honour me by having a dance.
Chorus:
Straight away!
Im getting ready for a new sensation,
Never kissed them in another nation,
Internationally Im in clover,
I was a native on the boat ride over,
Straight away!
Im getting ready for my new vocation,
I am the man who will unite the nations,
Ooh la la/how you say it/ca va-this is love,
La la la la la la la language of love.
La la la la la la la language of love.
La la la la la la la language of love.
Weve been together now for more than a day,
And I am waiting to hear what you say,
Come on, come on, I think youre telling me lies,
You are italian, I can tell by your eyes,
I love chianti and I hope youll agree,
That zefferelli makes the movies for me
Chorus repeated.
Instrumental
I try my french, latin, spanish and greek,
This is the language of love that I speak,
I never know if theyre from paris or rome,
We stop the talking when Im walking them home,
One little kiss and then heavens above,
This is the universal language of love.
Straight away!
Are you ready for a new sensation,
Im gonna kiss a girl from every nation,
(rest of chorus as before).
This is love-the language of love.
song performed by by Cliff Richard
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Love Knows No Boundaries
Love
Knows no boundaries
Is not limited to any
Age Cast color or creed
Comes naturally
In compassionate hearts
When two hearts vibe
With each other
Speak
The same language
Throb for each other
Comes instantly
Creates
An unending desire
Of being together
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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True Love
True love. Is it normal
is it serious, is it practical?
What does the world get from two people
who exist in a world of their own?
Placed on the same pedestal for no good reason,
drawn randomly from millions but convinced
it had to happen this way – in reward for what?
For nothing.
The light descends from nowhere.
Why on these two and not on others?
Doesn’t this outrage justice? Yes it does.
Doesn’t it disrupt our painstakingly erected principles,
and cast the moral from the peak? Yes on both accounts.
Look at the happy couple.
Couldn’t they at least try to hide it,
fake a little depression for their friends’ sake?
Listen to them laughing – it’s an insult.
The language they use – deceptively clear.
And their little celebrations, rituals,
the elaborate mutual routines –
it’s obviously a plot behind the human race’s back!
It’s hard even to guess how far things might go
if people start to follow their example.
What could religion and poetry count on?
What would be remembered? What renounced?
Who’d want to stay within bounds?
True love. Is it really necessary?
Tact and common sense tell us to pass over it in silence,
like a scandal in Life’s highest circles.
Perfectly good children are born without its help.
It couldn’t populate the planet in a million years,
it comes along so rarely.
Let the people who never find true love
keep saying that there’s no such thing.
Their faith will make it easier for them to live and die.
poem by Wislawa Szymborska
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Finglish
I am from Finland and i speak 'Finglish'!
Because i am learning the English language and,
It always infuses with my Finnish.
I am learning to keep me going but,
I do speak my English like 'Finglish'! !
And i always try to enforce the truth of my peace like,
The subconscious act from my mind to muse up things:
But i am unaware of your love.
Try to keep me informed on this love and,
Try to teach me the English language so that i cam be with you;
For the heavens and the earth do know how i do speak.
Keep me on the tracks of your love and teach me more!
For one day i will learn the English language very well;
And i will be ready to teach you my Finnish language as well.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Wisdom and Knowledge
“Knowing others is wisdom and knowing yourself is enlightenment.”
How could a shy girl speak like this with so nice comment?
Well I could judge about her sharp intelligence and brilliance
She was at her full zenith and came to be aligned with variance
“Stand up for what you say and assert “
These were not the words spoken at the concert
These all came from well balanced mind’
I decided yet more to make bid and find
She had all the blessed vision
Not at all with double mind sans confusion
How could she say” would go rather in dark”
But not in light if that needs good start
You rested the idea with her contention
God understands language without any mention
It is how you sincerely project and prevail
Otherwise there is smooth passage for sail
Life seemed to her a learning process
Only you simply wanted the easy access
If that was showered upon you by almighty
There was no way of blocking such natural beauty
It is nice to a know person who is at distant place
Some times we are misguided by looking at face
You can’t judge a person his noble or bad intentions
Yet we know about it by our own inhibitions
To know a person means to scale height of mountain
It is difficult to lay hand on information and obtain
Even though that may not be difficult in context
It can’t be hidden or kept secret under any pretext
As I saw her keeping eyes and heads down
She had contention and observation of her own
Even though it may not be harmful to see through
It gives to many doubts as how it can be true
Life can prove very difficult if seen with restricted angles
It may form tragic and even love triangles
Yet we are used to it and carry on with resolve
Settle in life with problems and peacefully solve
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Love's Colors
Love's colors are not all just black and white
The color of love, different to all
The prism of color is best in fall
They can be seen even in the dark night
See what you wish, red, pink, yellow or grey
Bask in its light, it will make you quite warm
It comes in all shapes and takes any form
Choose one you love best, and ask it to stay
Love's color is soft violet to me
I've only seen it twice in my long life
It's the soft color I see around thee
Both times I made that color my dear wife
I'm alone again and I do feel free
I cut out love's colors, and stopped the strife
Petrarchan Sonnet
poem by J.B. LeBuert
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