No peace in mind
We all love peace and happiness
Calm and silence with some quietness
Whole day may pass with so much of joy
It will be good to spend the day and enjoy
If the day is starting with welcome
Rest of the day may also pass nicely and done
You may have happy mood to work with interest
It will generate some satisfaction to deliver the best
Think of scuffle you have at work place
The ire and unhappiness will only have some trace
You will be out of control and think ceaselessly
Of all those bad moments often and endlessly
You are not unto yourself and completely unseated
You want it to be told to some one or narrated
Alas! You find none and bear the brunt
Your whole body is shivering and anger make it burnt
You reach home with restless mind
The dinner seems unacceptable you watch it as if blind
No taste and no appeal for nice music to be heard
Only lying on bed with futile thoughts to be bored
Sound sleep may elude only when you think too much and peep
That may disturb your whole set and force you to weep
Still it may not budge and send you in hostile environment
You lie low in bed and pray God for that particular moment
Reason or no reason that happens sometimes
Even though you might not have passed critical times
Or undergone any stress or with disturbed thought
Mind at rest is as such occupied and relentlessly fight
The rest has got direct bearing on mind memory
It adds and flood tension with some more worry
You may not get sleep even if desperately try
You may get no answer even if ceaselessly ask why
You may end up in no solution
The ideas may have reverse resolution
You may be killing a person number of times
Yet he may come again to trouble you many times
You got to wait for morning sunshine
The beginning of the day may help you for while
You may start it with fresh patch up in mind
You may try to gain composure and look very kind
It is such a delicate stage and must be avoided
You will be joked at for failure and even chided
Something must be done to avoid the sudden flare up
It will be nice if we react less and keep mouth shut
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A bad dream
I hastily stepped out from bed to ponder over
It was bad dream and I started to find cover
It made me restless and compelled to wonder
I rubbed the eyes and regained composure however
It happens many times when you are seized with work
So many times you may trying to avoid or shirt
It does not relieve you from burden and chain of thoughts invade
The memory is fast recycling and not easily fades
It is human mind that works as super computer
It adjusts very fast and compels the situation to alter
It argues in favor and against in protective manner
It keeps hope alive and does not make chance thinner
Dreams are in fact a safe refuge or heaven
We are the king and also beautiful queen
The whole set up revolves around and make us proud
Your voice is heard clear and loud
It is replica of sound and healthy mind
We have enough space to find
We can have level field to play
It keeps you linked and do not push away
It is said that when person is gripped by fear
He may not be in position to think or shed tears
He will have no place to put his views
The dreams may provide him enough time to review
It is by product of active human psychology
Mind does not rest even if raised in bogey
It strikes back to find the reasonable solution
It will not rest until finds out with strong resolution
I think over endlessly over the state of mind
It some times cry and try to act very kind
If something wrong is done unintentionally
It will try to satisfy logic by reasons finally
It is right application at right moment
It does not disturb the normal movement
The ups and down may force to think
But the stable mind may not allow to sink
The unstable mind sometimes pushed person to brink
He may loose the power to balance and properly to think
It is progressive thoughts that come to the rescue
This is considered as positive step and may be had by only few
So the dreams are healthy sign of mental order
It takes active part and always ready at border
The slight palpitation may push it to strong action
It will be sound and positive reaction
It is always good to sleep without any tension
The mind may be occupied with lots of questions
Still it is wroth try to be worry free
It is nice idea for all of us to agree
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Try to live in
I shall try to live in isolation
But not completely cut off or without relation
It is way for attaining self purification
Nice way to adopt and spend some moments for consolation
If we can spare whole of life on struggles
Certainly we can think of little about not inviting troubles
Not keeping totally aloof but to understand it well
And go before the audience for truth to tell
Some of the peace moments heal the mind
Encourage within for something else to find
Solution to grief and ways to guide
What to retain and how much to confide
Some of the dead cells start functioning
Inner doors open with lot more probes and questioning
Pro and cons for reasonable way out
This is what the meditation and healing is about
The answer lies within us and is not beyond reach
We need to go in open for areas to preach
Have to find state of mind to go in for search
The mental satisfaction is definitely arrived as such
How much nature appeal when we are off from crowded place?
Lovely moments to enjoy with no one behind us to chase
Completely cut off from worldly sins to over come the stress
No more worry lines to be reflected and seen on the face
You have unlimited space to venture when find alone
Some of the areas are shut and permanently done with
Mind constantly harp on the things of by gone
Catch something new as lessons are to be pursued upon
I have found it out to be reasonable
You may always be seized with problems even if capable
It may compel you to be slave of some habits
You may have no time or in position to correct it or delete
Have liberty of spending good time in new environment
It may grant you enough of time to make fine movement
You may have good control over the delicate situation
An ability to live in and move ahead without discontinuation
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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No sleep
I struggled hard and made futile fight
It was flooding me with thoughts as light
Mind fully awakened to venture in unknown places
Friends, foes, relatives and others troubled with faces
I had done no quarreling with anybody and bothered
Yet they were coming in mind one after another
I became restless and decided to leave the bed
It was totally useless to think and to be fed
You become hero in all the actions
Solve all the problems without any reactions
You have all the options to think over leisurely
But in turn loose good amount of sleep surely
Once you start thinking then won't reach anywhere
It will push you from one end to another
You will be struggling very hard to come over
But there won't be any clue as how to find cover
You may come out of room and start looking at the sky
Stars may also not come to your help even after full try
I know one solution much to everybody's surprise
But you keep it to yourself and will have to promise
I started praying to get sound sleep or find
It is nice way to come out from restless mind
The time cloaked morning seven when I got up
Birds were singing and tea was ready in cup
I was not woken up by anyone as they knew
They might have seen me moving here and there with over view
I was not sore over last night's sleepless stage
But any how not failed completely but managed
Human mind is compared to the eruption of volcano
That may happen all of sudden and you won't know
Same way here with peaceful mind but loosing ground
No where near peace of mind and feeling sound
But I love the stage as many things happen in rage
You feel certainly big personality and try to manage
You are the lone character to think it with pleasure
As you are fully aware that there is no one to ask you for sure
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A mind dosn't rest
Why it happens all the time that mind doesn't rest?
Why all the time you try to come out as best?
Why you are on move and under going severe test?
Is life is made adventurous and differ from the rest?
Yes, it has to offer many explanations
There may not be startling revelations
It may have direct bearing on our relation
It puzzles everybody and posing a big question
We are human beings and attached with the sentiments
We get infuriated even with slight adverse comments
We settle it as quickly as possible and align with movement
We surprise them with our action and score at right moment
This is how we react angrily at our adversary
We go on planning for days and waste time unnecessary
We try to sooth it out but ill feelings still carry
This adds to tension and worry
We have revengeful attitude go for reprisal
We don’t wait satisfactory answer's arrival
We make hunt and go for immediate revenge
The defeat is taken as humiliation and wants to avenge
Good people may not opt for “tit for tat” attitude
This speaks of his sick mental status which some magnitude
Something forces him to act in haste
Life totally becomes different in taste
The bad company makes lot of impression
That is clearly seen and observed in your expression
You may cling to your ideas and suffer with obsession
You may not feel happiness even with nice possession
You may go in for quick retaliation on adversary
You may also not think it is necessary
Mind will remain occupied most of the time with rage
Body will be shaking in disbelief and unable to manage
We need complete balance of mind to live with peace
If we can succeed then it may help to reduce the tension and miss
It may take off our mind to another direction and rest
It may give momentary relief in mind at least
Revenge is not best form to show the strength
You can win adversary with friendly wave length
You can take personal ego one side and show some gesture
It may help to reduce tension in future
Let us not build trust on hatred
Never try to make other to believe in that or lead
Life can’t be compared with any body or injected into dead
It may definitely prove and rest all can be finely read
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Deep troubles sometimes
I have deep trouble sometimes in night
I have tried number of times to make it right
Still it has not improved and I live with it
It is now not new for me and can no longer fight
I may take care not to snore heavily
Even though it used to come of its own readily
We had accepted the fact very happily
It was still not ignored easily
It may disturb a person sleeping at some distance
I was awakened at night number of times
I may feel sorry for them but had no choice
As I was unaware of the magnitude of noise
At one night she woke up from sleep
She was dreaming sound and deep
She might have seen some dreaded dream
All might have swept on her as team
She was breathing heavily with fear
I made her comfortable at once to bear
She was still screaming and begged for disturbance
I consoled her to forget it at once
She was of very mild nature
Before going to sleep, she will make it completely sure
She will see to it that it is available ready next day
This was her specialty and unique way
She is fully devoted and keep everything stored in her mind
She won’t disclose it to any one and take care that no one finds
In doing so she may struggle at night to forget
In dream also she may find it hard to let
In both the cases the mind plays an active memory box
It is usually a guarded secret but acts as cunning fox
No one know at what times it will choose invade?
It will strike at once make you unstable and fade
So when she screamed at high note everybody rushed
Children thought I might have scuffled with her and pushed
But picture became clear when she clarified
It was over now and everybody got satisfied
The children were grown up and fully matured
The matter was not dragged further to be slurred
It puts you in odd position if it is taken otherwise
It may so happen that anybody can blame much to surprise
As mind is never put to rest
It will function all the time at its best
It may prove some times an acid test
As what will be revealed very next?
Everything is omitted at night from the masked soul
You have unconscious mind at rest but speaks no foul
It is exact replica of what had transpired in a day
The mind has its own pattern to act in a way
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A little home
It is home, sweet home that counts on and matters
In my sound sleep also sometimes I utter
I long for those atmosphere and beautiful walls
Some type of magnetic pull that always gives call
All sweet and bad memories are deeply attached
Not for a moment it takes us away and keep detached
Birth place, childhood and youth very happily spent
Protection under kind parents and happy moments
I will never forget the place which helped to build?
Kind love, affection and impregnable protective shield
So much influence form all over and everything to yield
Fresh air, lovely atmosphere and free games in open field
You long for your own home when gain maturity
It goes on in succession with continuity
You have your home with kids and beautiful wife
Days are passing off very smoothly in life
The end of universe is your dear home
You may not find beautiful city like Rome
But home is called home and has no parallel
When you reach at home you feel so well
You may get tired while working at sites
It may compel you to work and more wishes to ignite
You are lifeless when returned home at night
Your mind is not at rest and continues to fight
When you reach home and find everything alright
You may be able to think what is wrong or right
You may find all comforts at home when reach
You may feel at the top of the world and rich
You may have to work hard for your livelihood
You too may have to care for your neighborhood
Home is where you get all comforts and joy
You will have to make it heaven and completely enjoy
No where on earth you will feel at ease
Tension and worries altogether may cease
Morning sun may brighten your hope
Yu may be well prepared to walk on rope
All individual dream of happy home to take refuge
You can have easy access, free entry and no one can refuse
It is for us to make it worth while and suitable
No other place can make us happy or comfortable
I shall pray for suitable house with complete peace
Where I can hang on for all times to come at ease
It is place to seek solace and new energy release
Opening of new relation and not try it to freeze
Home has remained a holy place
Nobody every could replace
It is complete reality
Go for it and improve the quality
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Go for stroll
Be earthly child
You may definitely find
Not only natural colors
But good humors too
Birds may be flying here and there
You may not think bad and dare
Lovely surrounding with nice atmosphere
Mind at rest with no more fear
Coolness
With so much fineness
What freshness on face
Peace and no chase
Everything is to be found at ease
New energy to release
No more noise please
Nothing to worry and nothing to tease
Little space with easy walk
Total silence with no more talk
Inhale fresh air and breath
Make it habit till your death
Know where you belong to
Life and facts remain true
Judge the course and action
Calm composure with no more reaction
Enjoy moment with happiness and pleasure
Settle for while and make it sure
Nature will guide you to reach an ultimate
Think of futile mission and its fate
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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How Many Times Have You Asked Yourself
Finally...
You reach home.
Believing you are sheltered.
And will get deserving rest!
Then suddenly the phone rings.
To leave you wondering,
If the caller is someone you should address.
And with unanswered questions,
You unleash from your mind...
What should be done next!
You want to know...
How many times,
Have you...
Asked yourself,
How many times...
You've asked yourself,
How could you find...
Yourself in the middle of somebody else's mess!
How many times,
Have you...
Asked yourself,
How many times...
You've asked yourself,
How could you find...
Yourself in the middle of somebody else's mess!
When you have issues you have not yet to address.
How many times,
Have you...
Asked yourself,
How many times...
You've asked yourself,
How could you find...
Yourself in the middle of somebody else's mess!
Relax?
You can't!
A tension is enhanced.
The phone keeps ringing to erase the chance.
And...
How many times,
Have you...
Asked yourself,
How many times...
You've asked yourself,
How could you find...
Yourself in the middle of somebody else's mess!
When you have issues you have not yet to address.
And that somebody wants to disturb your rest.
And with unanswered questions,
You unleash from your mind...
What should be done next!
You want to know...
How many times,
Have you...
Asked yourself,
How many times...
You've asked yourself,
How could you find...
Yourself in the middle of somebody else's mess!
When you have issues you have not yet to address.
And that somebody wants to disturb your rest.
How many times,
Have you asked yourself...
How many times,
You've asked yourself....
How many times have you done this and did nothing else?
To be there to please somebody else...
And not yourself!
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A suicidal way
I wished if I were dead
The sentence could easily be read
Where it can take us or lead?
It can’t work out even if you plead
Once that idea enters mind
You can’t think easily and find
You may develop defeatist tendency
It may add up to more frequency
You act as living dead
You loose the sense to feed
You have no desire to continue
You may be perturbed all the times over new avenues
How does develop the suicidal tendency?
Does that lead a person to ask for mercy?
He may think of ending all of sudden
He is occupied in mind with worries laden
Sometimes you think of pulling trigger
Go for shoot out by holding dragger
It is no easy task to go for such move
There may be apprehensions which needs to be removed
Person lies in bad and think of ending life
He may not think of family including wife
He has only one reason to be taken care off
Everybody may be looked upon by him as wolf
What affects your way of living?
Why do think of ending life or leaving?
Does that end up in positive or relieving?
What influences or leads in believing?
He thinks this can be easy escape
He can end to enter another world and shape
This is stupid way of thinking
You may only end up in kicking
You may be made laughing stock
The ticking may never stop in clock
It may move on with time ceaselessly
Nothing may end but move on continuously
You may leave behind enough sufferings
People may show some courtesy with little offerings
They may pass through critical phase
Nothing will be left for them from memory to erase
It will be deep scare on their mind
From nowhere peace can ascend and be kind
They may not be able to accept or rescind
They may face dark future which may make them blind
It is not final destiny or end of the road
You may be laden with heavy load
It is your duty to come out with solution
You must have fine approach with strong resolution
No one can take you to safety or on the shore
You must think twice positively and explore
It may lead you to some satisfactory way
You will have some alternative and final say
Prayers can offer best solution and solace
It is last refuge to go and seek advice
Leave everything to almighty and wait for blessings
Everything will move smoothly and nothing will go missing
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A fear so often
What makes you happy all of sudden?
When you are gripped with fear often
What will you wish to happen?
Some miracles in the night at sharp ten
Mind is puzzled and not at rest
You are trying your level best
No improvement with state of mind
No peace takes place or is there to find
There is linkage between heart and soul
You go for it without feeling foul
It is real thing to long for and feel
You have yet not tested the bitter pill
What happens when love is lost?
How do you prepare for it and at what cost?
The world around you may seem to be hostile
You won’t be able to think for a while
Who can come real time to your rescue?
The matter will be known by only few
There is time for disappearances of morning dews
Nothing is left behind to work for reviews
As love has been defined as God’s gift
It may not afford any kind of rift
There may be little change or shift
It needs some momentary boost or lift
Music is recognized as powerful weapon
It appeals to all and nicely works on
It is considered as holy in worship
It is as equally holy and sacred as friendship
Music is to enjoy in ears
Life can be beautiful with years
Hardship may make you to cry
Music may make you to fly
Fill the life with good music
There is no elementary or basic
Life can’t be so boring
Music can appeal even if you are snoring
What is music to me in person?
I feel good with some reasons
It is different in all the seasons
It is pure love and can’t be compared with arsons
Music can bind the person as well as society
It has got different varieties
It has mass appeal and go well with al the sections
Everybody may sing it with some actions
Love can be spread with musical language
It has tremendous effect on its usage
It is liked by all without any bar on ages
It will grant peace even if mind rages
Encourage good music with appeals
Let other ideas may stand repealed
Music must play powerful part
It may be considered as good start
It can take away all your pains
Music flows as energy in vanes
It has power to remove all the stresses
Man can be brought to normal from distress
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Can't Sleep
I find myself yawning again and again,
But I can't sleep, which is a real pain.
I lie on my left side, then on my right,
But, for me, there is no sleep in sight.
Next, I turn and lie flat on my back,
But, of any sleep, there is still a lack.
I lie there, looking up at the ceiling:
Pretty drained, is how I am feeling.
I wish my system would just slow down,
But, through my mind, thoughts race round.
Feeling restless, I begin to huff and puff:
I know that, in the morning, I'll feel rough.
As a poet, my mind is still really busy rhyming,
But, when I'm trying to sleep, isn't great timing.
To try and get some sleep, I really endeavour,
But the night seems to go on forever and ever.
I am really willing my mind to take a rest,
But, night time is when my mind thinks best.
Over my sleeping patterns, I have no control:
On me, tomorrow, lack of sleep will take its toll.
As I snuggle myself down, under the covers,
My body wants one thing; my mind, another.
When lying in bed, I just want some peace:
I want all of this rhyming, for once, to cease.
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In My Mind
Album : Silencer (2001)
In my mind, in my mind a world of enchantment
Being sung through my mind
In my mind, visual enhancement
And I find myself in a red painted barn,
A million stars they pick me up and spin me
CHORUS
And now I am floating in a land of confusion
Or is it reality or just an illusion
And nothing makes sense, no start and no end
When you get more is when you get bored
In my mind, in my mind
Turning the handle and it's starting to stain
In my mind burns like a candle
And the wax tells a fairy tale
My heads for sale
I'm swimming through the hail
REPEAT CHORUS
In my mind, in my mind, in my mind
In my mind, (why can't you find yourself another place to rest...) in my mind, in my mind
In my mind, in my mind, in my mind
In my mind I see a red painted barn,
A million stars they pick me up and spin me
And now I am floating in a land of confusion
Or is it reality or just an illusion
And nothing makes sense, no start and no end
Cos when you get more is when you get bored
When you get more is when you get something
(Why can't you find yourself another place to rest...)
Cos when you get more is when you get bored
When you get more is when you get bored
When you get more is when you get bored
When you get more is when you get something
(Why can't you find yourself another place to rest...)
When you get more is when you get bored
When you get more is when you get bored
When you get more is when you get bored
When you get more is when you get something
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Truth is eternal
Truth is eternal
Echoes all over but not from internal
Pulse is there but not to be heard
Lies within but not to be searched
Fruitless travel but no answer
Knowledge within but known to fewer
Soul and mind to alien and merge
To seek an answer thoughts to purge
Not to run but find a refuge
Open at heart but not to refuse
This is how world comes near
Nothing worry and not to fear
Pain may be there as good company
Anguish too may be there to accompany
Lot more sufferings but not realized by many
Solution is there but not found by any
Aimless venture and no ultimate result
To face the shame and come across insult
Wound to aggravate if put little salt
Still enough of joy if you forget and exalt
Not to cry and not to make hunt
Approach straight and prepare to be blunt
What can not be achieved if applied with mind?
Solution within but need only blessings kind
Oasis water only represents illusion
Why at all there should be any confusion?
We all know it but still ignorant
Why fruitless search often and constant?
Go to jungle or remotely place
Every where you may find anxiety and race
What is it to us if serves no purpose?
Nothing may appeal even if it is rose
I have asked each and everyone
The answer lies with no one
I am directed to go in one direction
“Do not wait for result” and go for action
I understand the contents and fall in line
I expect it to work with result to be fine
Still it stops me from doing so well
The luck may have it with different story to tell
No one has succeeded in imaginary contest
One has to contend and feel to be at rest
It does not lie with your ability or power
You may not find any suitable answer
Try to seek an answer which has some alternative
Should have some reality and not purely imaginative
It may not take you far but land in trouble
Life may be over in quest as it is like bubble
It has to end somewhere with full contentment
It must also resonate with nice movement
The clarity and vision lies within control
The gain may be had even if very small
It is always nice to ask
What am I for any task?
Is what I seek and ask for?
Why not gain it now without waging war?
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Top Of The World
If you ask sincerely about my wish
I would certainly say that I wish the day to finish
With whatever I could do for livelihood
Whether with means clearly understood or not
'Hello dear good night and happy sweet dreams'
Sun may slowly disappear and end its rays beam
Dead night may slowly approach with calm and peace
Nothing to think about and finally relax at ease
I love to be in the arms of sweet dream queen
Even though I daily wait for sun to end soon
So as to reach with no worries and get lost
No extra amount to pay and absolutely at no cost
This is only arena where no one restricts
No order of any such kind emerges or instructs
You are the master and can choose any one you like
No worry lines or unhappiness ever strikes
I will find my self on big bed with rose petals
With all beautiful attendants ready to serve on arrival
I shall look at them with pride and satisfaction
Any one could think of me as foolish person in action
I have thought number of times about such tendency
Why do we rely upon unreality and try to deny?
Bare and naked fact that hunts us through out
We then take refuge in dreams and talk nothing about
It is nice to have dreams and feel top of the world
It is equally good to rule over domain and remain in fold
Yet some of the matters need solution in day time
Nights are only meant to relax not to work over time
Next day I would laugh it out as mere repetition
About sequences that I had faced as burning questions
Here I was ruling as single man and taking fast decisions
Where as in real life I remained inactive with confusion
We have no control over night as it 'no more' syndrome
You are actually dead in silence and gone
Everything is taking place in dead mind
Where person enjoys and never fears to find
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I and melody
It always formed as basic in my mind
It is hunted not from the mind of the blind
With such questions in mind it needed an answer
It could be found from genuine friends who were fewer
How melody can enhance the music in poetry?
What can influence more in its earnest entry?
It all invaded mind and made me restless
I was to find an answer and genuinely trace
I had reminded friends on my being as an ordinary poet
I normally preferred to remain calm and quiet
But one of my poetess friends forced me to explain
What formed hard core, nice poem and free from any pain?
“Poetry is strong arm of an art”
She asserted it with confidence to look very smart
I had fined her interesting at the start
I found her in tune with poetry touch and very much part
I added mixture of both to form basic
It looks then melodious and classic
Where else was I to go and find?
When Melody was always there to find?
I was in mood to elaborate as she remained at heart
The poems were right means and purest form of an art
It was berthing and spreading fragrance all the times
I used to enjoy it and smelt most of the times
She was to complain that it was music in absence of tune
How can you claim it flawless, without weakness and immune?
I emphasized it to be divine melody
It was not in the hands of anybody
Art is always in pure form
Only you should stay inform
The love and art definitely are inborn
In absence it may stand as if torn
I told her to enjoy lovely evening
Have full faith in art with clear leaning
In end it was bound to be always winning
As the rays are bright and shining
I asked her to be always nice
Stand firm in her promise
Poetry should not face sudden demise
As it is heavenly and divine device
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A change to adapt
Life is awakened to new wishes
As the sun rays rushes
New things with new concept
I am ready to change and adopt
As the day may start to rise slowly
The mind will be occupied wholly
The powerful thrust made in the direction
The result is awaited with full throttle action
Not to worry about result or action there
The another drive is prepared to rush somewhere
All hectic activities for not losing the precious time
The mission is kept before eyes with full aim
The body is tiring out and wants some rest
As the legs are stretched and mind thinks for the best
Not a moment is wasted but given a little respite
More areas to open with strong urge and appetite
As the evening may be setting in few hours
The next plan may be prepared for long tours
What areas to be brought under control and supervision
The analytical study with far sight and long vision
The seeds are sown and now wait for rain drops
Next strategy or plan if any problem crops
Emergency or contingency plan for bale out and rescue
Enough of concentration on subjects if it is due
It is time to pack and preparation for departure
All worries locked in safe and no worry for future
Whole energy is focused for making it sure
The family to be surprised for making it doubly assured
The evening has to be made pleasant
Nothing should be missing or felt as absent
It has to be cheerful as was the start of the day
The struggle has been made to find the way
Nice dinner with little evening walk
Full relaxation and no more talk
Some gossips with playing children
Day to end nicely in silence zone
Mind may not rest that easily
As day was passed very happily
Nothing impeded the very good start
It was handled well with tact and art
Still mind is devil’s workshop
It is full of high rise and hopes
It will not end with little success
Finding out option for full access
Nothing is stored of previous day
Absolutely clear state of mind to find new way
Toiling whole day for new hope
Try to reach new height even with slope
Plus minus game in the night
Complete rest without any fight
Just to surrender Him and rest
Hope to rise again to deliver the best
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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An uncertain stage
Uncertainty in mind may puzzle
clouds may hover and rain may dazzle
it may do the work for rest
why not we deliver the best?
i do take it as test
act as per conscience whichever comes first
no double mind for what to do
you have to think fast and go through
it is not good to have double mind
something you have to think and find
it must make headway and take you along
it must make aware of what is right and wrong
It may not go well with the time
Still you may not be committing the crime
It may upset you in that particular moment
But still you have clear mind not to resent
It is better not to involve when mind is not clear
You may have all the some hidden fear
It may not allow you to come out clean
It may not be clear case to win
Well, see to it that it appeals you first
If you think clearly it will not land you in worst
You may have enough time to maneuver
You will find the space as good mover
It is nice to think always good
It may keep you In happy mood
There is conscience hurdle and repentance
Whatever comes is real and in presence
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Work, Sleep, Work, Sleep, Work
Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work:
Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work.
Oh free me please with gentle ease
From work, sleep, work, sleep, work!
This odium, pounding tedium
Of my work, sleep, work, sleep, work.
Just whisk me off to lands afar
From work, sleep, work, sleep, work -
That grinding train of rhythmic pain
Called ‘Work, sleep, work, sleep, work.’
Poor neural circuits fizzle and pop
In work, sleep, work, sleep, work,
In trying to make some sense of all this
Work, sleep, work, sleep, work.
But Hark! I see a golden gleam -
A saving spirit of hope:
‘You’re fired! ’ He screams. What news to bear,
This wondrous hangman’s rope!
So now I’m free, released from all this
Work, sleep, work, sleep, work -
Eternal peace and rest for me, no
Work, sleep, work, sleep, work.
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Midnight Scare
Nights are really scary
You won’t like to be awake and worry
Mind works at faster space than light
You think more of wrong then right
Nights are meant for relaxation and sound sleep
You need not think much and go very deep
If you stress more then it may spoil your night
You will be in state of alert and constantly fight
If someone has told you about the miracles
You mind will definitely be occupied by such tales
Some unnatural happening may threaten your conscious
This may trouble you and keep engaged continuous
I would love to recall such incidences
I was saved from it at once
Some ghost like object appeared at the window
I picked the stone and tried to throw
It gave me some sort of confidence
Even though I give no weight or credence
It has given me some bad thoughts to scare
But I am prepared to stay and go no where
I keep remembering Holy Spirit
It keeps me sound and totally fit
No ghost or such evil can come near
As I have enough courage not to fear
I saw once some frightening element
I was speechless and could not speak or comment
I remembered God number of times
I got composure back but it happens sometimes
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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With a reason
It did not appeal
In fact I sensed it unreal
The bell in holy place was sounding
With impact on mind and pounding
Priest was trying to wake up the Lord
Or was trying to air the holy word
Whatever it may be but certainly a wake up call
Ideal prayer time in the morning for all
I have thought over it number of times
But found no clue any of the time
I was becoming prisoner of conscience
I tried to give close look and thought at once
We all claim to have God inside us
Whatever performed is as per His wish
We are simple tool and helpless
So we bear innocence on the face
This has taken me to the conclusion
Let there remain no confusion
We can't trouble him for our action
As we know good has good and bad has equal reaction
Then why we go and try to awake?
Why so much of our doing is at stake?
I find no answer and keep quiet
The best way is to remember nothing and forget
It has nothing to do with any religion
When we leave peace messages with pigeons
We are at peace with out side world
But turning different in side and feel cold
I feel great sense of relief
When pray Him for brief
Not at fixed time but any time of the day
Whenever find spare time at home or on the way
I have observed myself completely at ease
Energy cycle is on and waiting to release
The rays of happiness is for the person
Who has concern for others and self with reason
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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