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Nothing will change

Nothing will change
Except time and age
You may perform it as casual
Nothing seems to be unusual

Don’t get bogged down in race
So many stiff challenges to face
Not all may allow you some rest
It will be rally crucial test

Smooth sailing is for the part timers
Easy current is not good for swimmers
Something like hurdle must be accepted
Not casual but hard line must be adopted

Time may tick in clock
You may have happiness and shock
Yet it is life to be lived on
Memory may fast emerge and suddenly gone

Bring in some rainbow to feel the color
Add happiness and little flavor
It may spread the fragrance with little effort
Wait for ships to anchor safely at the port

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Can't be forgotten

Life can’t be forgotten
Wealth should be had but never be ill gotten
Both are very difficult to carry on
Still it must be lived on and won

Death can’t be cheated
As it has something to do with us and related
We may face it as ill fated
Or enjoy it as highly rated

Each stage of life is like rainbow
Welcome all of them and allow
Let one by one row of it be understood
Each row with color stands for and essential as food

Nothing may be remembered by followers
As we all are strangers and passengers
Traveling in same bogey with little space
Yet objecting with dislikes.color and race

All may get down with limited baggage
More weight may not be possible with age
Young may try to have as much as possible
Old people may find it hard to carry with troubles

What is to be preserved and what is to be thrown?
What is to be retained and labeled it as own?
Everything may vanish in little unknown time
We forget hard facts of life sometimes

We may be finished but not the bitterness
Everything takes us over easily and shown on face
We run behind it as totally mad
Result is proved to be futile and turn very sad

Fight it out but not with idea to stick
Play like ball and offer hard kick
Throw it in open field and patiently wait
Accept the goal as accomplishment or fate

It is hard to know or digest
Still it can be considered as best
Finally we have to come down and rest
Whether you take it as challenge or test

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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What can be secret.........

What can be secret of longitivity?
Has it to do something with continuity?
Any living being has to be continuous
Life is to betaken as challenge with seriousness

You stop breathing and life is over
Close the eyes and loose the cover
Anything you miss and chance is lost
Life counts each moment and survives the most

I want to live and breathe the fresh air
Concentration full with no split hair
Worry and dullness leaving apart
Complete movement with joy and look smart

I want to be simple and honest
So close to HIM after offering the best
May it be as difficult as acid test?
Still will be smooth as life rest

What have I to do with worldly things?
It has no use for me to be used as something
With bare minimum need for use
It may serve more and not defuse

World is demanding more and more
Situation was not bad as this before
Income less and expenses rising
More unnatural deaths really surprising

It may not bother me as individual
I may take it simple and casual
It may not look sound and unusual
We have to play simple but no role dual

It may bring some sanity
Life so close to the reality
Real happiness with joy and amity
To lead a life with honour and simplicity

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Heart May Bleed

What greatness on his part!
Graceful act and blissful art
In abundance for life to eat
Rain, cold, spring and heat

Why to bother about life to end
When we have made enough of friends
Their love and affection may stop us from thinking
Joy and happiness amidst sadness when ship is sinking

Any one on this planet may speak of love
Nice company and finally drove
Let life and death be a crucial part
It is universal truth that we have to depart

Why we need to quarrel over piece of bread?
When there is love neatly tied with thread
We have compassion, love and peace to trade
No violence, no snatching and everything to forbid

Love is such kind we may never forget
Strive very hard to spread and let
Others get test of it and comply
Wait not for its nod or reply

We need to search no other alternative
Love can’t be seen only in relatives
Its application is universally accepted
It must be beautifully executed and incepted

There may remain still the differences
There may be exchange of bitter sentences
Yet that doesn’t mean an end of the relation
The heart may still have ripples for revelation

We are fine blend of human existence
Any good thing must for part of insistence
Why not we make it as parameter and profess
You will find shine or glitter always on face

This is not philosophy or fine words jugglery
This can be lived with and made life exemplary
Who says there will not be end of hostility and misery?
Even heart may bleed in one corner of the adversary

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A Part Of Happiness

If you want a big happiness part
Then listen with an open heart
And be brave to bear it all
Either its a pain or a joy that's small

So never hurry in listening to
The wishes of heart passing through
Any phase of trouble or pain
And any trace of joy or fain

And try working hard each day
For happiness is found along the way
So don't wait till you meet the end
For then life will not happiness send

And learn this rule of happiness today
That it is found along life's way
So don't feel inside bad or narrow
For happiness time is today and tomorrow.

poem by Seema Chowdhury
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A life so colorful

I knew life can be so colorful
It may add flavor if one remains faithful
It is not to be spent as remorseful
Always In happy mood and purposeful

There may be quite logic and fun
It can not be brought back or re- run
Once the golden period is over
Later on you have to make efforts only to cover

It may change the color and adjust to another
It may be sad scene but providing also breather
It may be serious change over from bad to good
It is how we have followed and understood

Nature is smiling at everybody
It must be observed by somebody
There is everything around and in kind
We must go in and visibly find

Lovely green lush fields
Mountains clad with shields
White snow to sit for many more days
This is how nature acts and stays

The sun may throw the light
It will reflect very bright
Eyes may get closed in surprise
You got to know as if to be wise

It is not good magic
Some moments are very tragic
Some one departs and some one enters
This is life in the centre

The days to pass of and nights to set
The moon light to, take over and others to let
The joy of cool night never enjoyed in grief
Though it may stay for short and very brief

It is our resolve to fight the odd
That is strength given by the God
There is no use for hue and cry
We must go ahead without feeling shy

We are here to face the fury
Either with happiness or worry
We may laugh it out or feel sorry
He is there to act as jury

Sea waters may stay as blue
The eagles may dip in and still flew
It is not the end game or little start
Something to gain and something to part

Nature may play its part as usual
We got to take it as casual
No one can change the set course
Whether you take it as blessings or curse

I was believing in same logic
It was not proving as magic
The nature has its reasons with some basic
It may be means to live on with some tonic

I cling to future for ever
I need to face and come over
All short comings and drawbacks
It will definitely stage a comeback

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Clockwork Creep

Im a clockwork creep
And I cant get to sleep
They wind me up and let me go
And I cant unwind
Going out of my mind
My time is coming soon you know
Tick a tick a time bomb
Tick a tick a time bomb
Tick a tick a time bomb
Im a jumbo jet
With a brand new set
Of passengers and bags and crew
Ill spread my wings -
Do a thousand things
To prove how good I am to you
Tick a tick a time bomb
Tick a tick a time bomb
Tick a tick a time bomb
Tick a tick a time bomb
Tick a tick a time bomb
Tick a tick a time bomb
Meanwhile in the cargo of escargot
The temperature is rising
Advertising that our time is running
Down, down, down, down, down
Oh with just one minute to live
Oh, no youll never get me up in one of these again
'cos what goes up must come
Down, down, down, down, down
Down, down, down, down, down
Oh, the gravity of the situation
Its only my willpower
That keeps this thing in operation
But were gonna crash thats for certain
The pilot is too busy flirtin
And he aint aware
That theres a bomb down there
And if he dont do something its curtains
Now just hold on,
Said the little bomb,
If you were just to hold my hands
Then time would stop
The plot would flop
And jumbo would be safe to land
Tick a tick a time bomb
Tick a tick a time bomb
Tick a tick a time bomb
My landings are the envy
Of sabena and pan am
From chattanooga to japan
I taxi through the airways -
What a swell little plane
What a fine little plane
What a great little plane
I am
Hang on one sec
Im a clockwork wreck
And though my fuse is burning slow
Must keep my date to detonate
Goodbye, ta ta, and cheerio
Tick a tick a time bomb
Tick a tick a time bomb
Tick a tick a time bomb
Tick a tick a time bomb
Tick a tick a time bomb
Tick a tick a time bomb
Tick a tick a time bomb
Tick a tick a time bomb
Tick a tick a time bomb
Tick a.........

song performed by by 10 Cc
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Monitored or Not It Just Becomes Hypnotic

People think that happiness will come and just sit.
Just sit!
Just sit!
People think that happiness will come and just sit.
Just sit!
Just sit!
Like the hands of a clock that tocks with a tick.
Tock tick.
Tock tick.
Tock tick.
Tock tick.
And the running and humming becomes toxic.
Toxic.
Toxic.
And nothing exotic will make this erotic.
Monitored or not it just becomes hypnotic.
And people who want what they want wont stop!
Like the hands of a clock that ticks with a tock!
Tick tock.
Tick tock.
Tick tock.
Tick tock.
Or the chopping heard of meat on a butcher's block!
Sssshop chop.
Sssshop chop.
Sssshop chop.
Sssshop chop!
People like their beef stewed nice and hot!

And nothing exotic will make this erotic.
Monitored or not it just becomes hypnotic.
And people who want what they want wont stop!
Like the hands of a clock that ticks with a tock!
Tick tock.
Tick tock.
Tick tock.
Tick tock.

People think that happiness will come and just sit.
Just sit!
Just sit!
People think that happiness will come and just sit.
Just sit!
Just sit!
Like the hands of a clock that tocks with a tick.
Tock tick.
Tock tick.
Tock tick.
Tock tick.
And the running and humming becomes toxic.
Toxic.
Toxic.

And the running and humming becomes toxic.
Toxic.
Toxic.

And monitored or not it just becomes hypnotic.
Like people wishing happiness will come and just sit.
Just sit.
Just sit.
And all they have to do is just wait for it!
Like the hands of a clock that tocks with a tick.
Tock tick.
Tock tick.

And monitored or not it just becomes hypnotic.
Monitored or not it just becomes hypnotic.
Monitored or not it just becomes hypnotic.
Hypnotic.
Hypnotic.
And monitored or not it just becomes hypnotic.
Hypnotic.
Hypnotic.
And monitored or not it just becomes hypnotic.
And monitored or not it just becomes hypnotic.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Live race

Let it be art, science or trade
They are like edges of blade
Never allow you easy success
Many times you will loose the face

Try hard and overcome the line
Push everything aside and keep on side line
The success story may be repeated
Happiness and joy with us and to feel elated

We are not here to cry over failure
Nothing is certain or to be taken for sure
Original product may turn out to be impure
So is life and may turn any time sour

Love to live and enjoy rich fruits
It may give you room to suit
Adjust with the odds and face
Life is constant chase and live race

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Such attacks

Why the hell is let loose for being girl?
Why has there been tremendous change and turn?
Why is there spurt in violence and crime?
Is this the way for civilized people not to act in bad time?

Big cities are mostly feared of such attack
Girls are picked up, molested and not returned back
Some kind of chemical is thrown on face to disfigure body
What can we call it dastardly act on part of somebody?

This is not the time to pass the blame game
We should try to find out the root cause from where it has come
What reasons can be attributed for sudden rise in atrocity?
It is really matter of great concern and we all feel pity

We have heard a lot about exploitation
We too have come across the deteriorating relation
But has never heard that female child is not allowed to born
No one has definite clue as how to control such thing and govern

Time has now come to take fast decision
Females can't be made extinct for our indecision
There is alarming proportionate ratio in disfavor
The girls may become extinct and cause may be lost forever

It is good to feel that ladies have taken over on many front
They have adopted conciliator approach and avoided to confront
It is good sign as both are like two wheels of the life
Life as such is crucial test and its edge is like sharp knife

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Automation

Tick tock, tick tock,
computer's clock,
steal lady of the night.
She sits alone while birdies flock
to bid her a goodnight.

Tick tock, tick tock,
computer's clock,
the world's automated
and the lady in a metal cloak
will live alone, unaided.

Tick tock, tick tock,
computer's clock,
her hard drive stirs again
and while I type this poem,
so dies my mighty pen.

Tick tock, tick tock,
computer's clock,
so true, so true the fear
that life as we once knew it
has slowly disappeared.

Tick tock, tick tock,
computer's clock
we victims of our time.
The last bird flies above us
while all of nature dies.

poem by Ruth Walters
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Read 'em And Weep

Midnight, not a sound from the pavement
Has the moon lost her memory, she is smiling alone
In the lamplight, the withered leaves, collected my fee
And the wind begins to moan
Memory, all alone in the moonlight
I can smile at the old days, it was beautiful then
I remember the time I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again
Daylight, I must wait for the sunrise
I must think of a new life, and I mustn't give in
When the dawn comes, tonight will be a memory, too
And a new day will begin
Burnt out ends of smoky days, the stale cold smell of morning
The street lamp dies, another night is over, another day is dawning
Touch me, it's so easy to leave me, all alone with the memory of my day in the sun
If you touch me, you'll understand what happiness is
Look a new day, has begun
Memory, all alone in the moonlight
I can smile at the old days, it was beautiful then
I remember the time I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again

song performed by by Barry Manilow
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The Sun In Sky

The world is fast asleep
Under the cover of darkness to keep
Control over kingdom and enlarge
Its influence on parts called very large

Soon the bird's chirp may start
Melody may appear from somewhere as musical art
Darkness may soon get in readiness to depart
Light may appear and play a crucial part

No way for darkness to remain for long
As sun may emerge from east very strong
For cool breeze and dews to disappear
It may soon show its head from hill's rear

'Oh, God take us from darkness to light'
Keep us free from wrong and insist on right'
With such resolve, man kind may emerge
From long cool pause to move and surge ahead

What a source of natural energy?
We can bury the dark and burn its effigy
It is our duty to perform best
Then coolly retire in night for rest

In between enough of thrust is to be made
Not to look at sky but toil hard with spade
Break the hard cord of land to make it smooth
Present day work to make it easy for the youth

Sun may remain in sky
You can reap the gain with lots of try
There is worth and possible result
The entire fabric is resolutely built

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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When Happiness Suddenly Comes

WHEN HAPPINESS SUDDENLY COMES

When Happiness suddenly comes
For no apparent reason,
And an old man sitting alone before a keyboard
Can just by writing words
Feel real real joy -
When Happiness suddenly comes
And life begins to feel as if it is possible again
When there is Happiness and Hope again-
even if only just for now-

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Prayer for friend

As the cruel hands approached,
pushed hard to take life and touched,
No more could do the would be wife,
the life hung in balance to the edge of knife,

I would not be accessible for some,
some more days or weeks to come,
Pray for my beloved who is under care, ,
yet he to enter but don’t know when and where?

What more I ask form HIM?
Spare him for rest of my life,
I ask not but make simple pray
life is to be lived by any other way,

Moved her words so deep in mind,
Blood ran high but could not find.
What else more can be done,
prayer to God and prayers alone,

Add my days and years
Prayed earnestly in his ears,
I have lived the best,
he is still under test,

Miracle happen as prayer do play,
after all, we have to perish in clay,
but not before the destined time,
Pardon the sin and committed crime,

’More good news’ as I learnt in few days,
recovering fast in many ways,
happy days back and life will be fast,
Prayer worked first and not at the last,

Smiling days are back again,
Heat waves gone after heavy rain,
dark clouds disappear and sky look plain,
Happiness and gloom are part of the chain

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Happiness... what is it?

what happiness is actually..
when somebody said.. happiness is when u get your first date..
but I said NO..
we would feel happy
if only we had date with no fight for nothing untill the end...

what happiness is actually..
when somebody said.. happiness is when u get married..
but i said NO..
we are really feel the full of happiness
if only we could keep that feel until we die with our couple...

for the third times I ask:
what happiness is actually...
having child.. somebody said..
yes of course I said..
having child is one of happiness..
but is getting to be deep of sadness..
if only the child is not us anymore...

then... what happiness is actually...
I said for the last time:
happiness is sadness...
happiness is badness...
happiness is madness...
because happiness
is sure will bring us
to the sadness.. badness.. even madness...

poem by Omy Istibsyarah
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Secret Of Happiness

Happiness is a gift that is rare
That needs lots of love and care

For it has to be searched around
In life's painful merry go round

For happiness is like a bright rainbow
That spread its color in life's row

And makes it shine very bright
And emits from it pleasure's light

So find out secret of happiness
And search for this precious dress

For one size just fits all
And saves everyone from a fall.

poem by Seema Chowdhury
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Behemian Like You

you got a great car
yeh whats wrong with it today
i used to have one too
maybe i'll come and have a look
i really love your hairdo yeh
i'm glad you like mine too
see we're looking pretty cool
will get ya
so what do you do?
oh yeh i wait tables too
no i havent heard your band
cos you guys are pretty new
but if you dig on vegan food
well come over to my work
i'll have em cook you something
that you really love
**
cos i like you
yeh i like you
and i'm feeling so bohemian like you
yeh i like you
yeh i like you
and i feel..
**
wait
whos that guy just hangin at your pad
hes lookin kinda bummed
you you broke up thats too bad
i guess its fair if he always pays the rent
and he doesnt get bent about
sleeping on the couch when im there
**
cos i like you
yeh i like you
and i'm feeling so bohemian like you
yeh i like you
yeh i like you
and i feel..
**
im getting wise and im feeling so bohemian like you
its you that i want so please
just a casual casual easy thing
is it, is for me
and i like you
yeh i like you
i like you
i like you
i like you
i like you
i like you
i like you
i like you
and i feel

song performed by by Dandy Warhols
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Life full of surprises

Life is full of surprises and come in abundance
Happiness and joy celebrate it with dance
But do not cry in crisis and let yourself down
It is exclusive domain and should remain as your own

Face the reality and do not run away
Many hurdles may come unexpected on the way
Take it to heart and feel so happy
Contentment and happiness surely may vary

I wish to sing in adverse situation
I know it will not have longer duration
It may last some days more with its continuation
It may provide reasonable solution to so many questions

No fruit is enjoyed without hard struggle
This can not be had in dense jungle
It can be created at any confidence level
It is the high time to perform it well

The face may dry up with more worries
The tension and temperament certainly it carries
How to overt come burden and free from uncertainty?
It may not help if you pray more to any known deity

It is time bound capsule that keeps you healthy
Some may remain poor and some may become wealthy
Nothing in fact alters basic state of mind
Some new dimension is added with happiness to find

The parameter of happiness are never made known
It is different level and smooth lines are drawn
It may cause anxiety but invite some breakdown
You will be dreaming high and certainly be flown

It is better to tone it down and treat at par
The poverty and agony may be pushed far
The richness may be felt when it comes right way
You may want it to retain and not go away

It must make you humble, decent and earthly
Some ways to learn to spent life merrily
The key of success lies in happiness
Everything will be lost if developed weariness

We are fully aware of onward going quest
Still it needs tiresome approach with its best
Nothing may come in simple or hard way
It may be there if you bow down and pray

The greatness is not lying in what you do have
It lies in its use how responsibly you behave
Many may have the fortunes but fail to take care
They may find place where no body would dare

It is ultimate place where all might have to go
Everything is left behind and no time to show
Its glitter may be lost for the want of proper use
No current may pass if there is no fuse

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Paperlate

Paperlate paperlate
Paperlate paperlate
Paperlate, oh Im sorry but there is no one on the line
Paperlate, oh Im sorry but rest easy no news is good news
Ooh its too easy to live like clockwork
Tick tock watching the world go by
Any change would take too long
So dry your eyes
Ooh its too easy to live in a cold sweat
Just sitting dripping in pools below
You can wipe your face
Kill the pain
But the fever wont go, no no
Paperlate
Pull it together now
Put your feet back on the ground
Paperlate
Ooh dont worry now
Youre not alone
Look around you
Paperlate
Ooh Im sorry but theres no one on the line
Paperlate
Ooh Im sorry but rest easy no news is good news
Ooh its too easy to compute your future
Taking no risks and playing too safe
Any change would take too long
So dry your eyes
Ooh its too easy to talk about rocking the boat
Making changes and changing track
But youd better not lock that door
Cos youll be coming back
Ah youre breathing faster
Silence the only sound
Theres no need to be nice on the way up
Cos youre not coming down
Paperlate paperlate
Paperlate paperlate
Paperlate paperlate
Paperlate paperlate
Paperlate
Ooh Im sorry but theres no one on the line
Paperlate
Oh Im sorry but rest easy no news is good news...

song performed by by Genesis
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Sequel to Grandfather's Clock

Once again have I roamed thro' the old-fashioned house,
Where my grandfather spent his ninety years.
There are strangers in charge, and the change they have wrought--
Oh! it saddens me, even to tears.
Dear old clock! when they found you were speechless from grief,
Then they went and swapped you off, case and all.
For that vain, stuck-up thing
(tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick),
For that vain, stuck-up thing on the wall.

Grandfather sleeps in his grave;
Strange steps resound in the hall!
And there's that vain, stuck-up thing
(tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick),
There's that vain, stuck-up thing on the wall.

While we talked of the old clock they all ran it down.
Tho' they claimed that it couldn't be made to run.
It was useless they said-- it was quite out of style;
Built, no doubt, just about the year One.
And the words echoed round, with a faint, mocking sound,
As if some one gave assent to it all;
'Twas that vain, stuck-up thing
(tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick),
'Twas that vain, stuck-up thing on the wall.

From the clock-peddler's cart in the junk-shop it went,
Where its cog-wheels were sundered one be one;
And the brass-founder joked as they writhed in the flames--
"Melt'em up," says he; "then they will run."
There is grief in my heart, there are tears in my eyes.
Yet indignantly the sight I recall
Of that vain, stuck-up thing
(tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick),
For that vain, stuck-up thing on the wall.

"An extremely hard case!" said the junk-dealer's wife,
As she carried it for kindling wood and sighed--
That mahogany case, with its quaint, figured face,
Which so long was my grandfather's pride.
"There is hope for the small; there's a change for us all;
For the mighty ones of Time, they must fall!"
Says that vain, stuck-up thing
(tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick),
Says that vain, stuck-up thing on the wall.

poem by Henry Clay Work
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