Old Age Time
You have lost the stage of supremacy
So only alternate left is intimacy
You don’t want to loose privacy
Hence tune on suitable frequency
It gets deeps with passing of an age
You may feel confined to cage
You are written off as spent force
Only few may love and others curse
You need strong partner
Who can understand you as gardener?
Gardener may also need support
As it may depend more on good rapport
You know more of your inability
That has already proved as bad quality
You are not wanted by any of the section
It all depends only on your action
You know your limits and hence nurturing
Render the advices and almost tutoring
You may need isolation and safe stay
Not wrong people may be preferred but kept away
It is more of compulsion than necessity
As it has grown out of your inability
It has come to you from sheer time passage
One must think carefully about it and manage
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I silently hear
I silently hear
It gives me lots of pain when I silently hear
A hidden and curbed voice from distance to bear
It reminds me of a soul that wanted to come on earth
But I didn’t allow it and for the burden sake offered death
How come parent does it with so much known cruelty?
Is it not shame or blot in the present day to feel pity?
It goes on without any brake and demonstrates the brutality
I am known social activist still performed by expressing inability
Girl child are still not preferred in large section
Dowry and other aspects are leading to such actions
Parents love their arrival but express dismay and displeasure
They think it is curse and may bleak the future
So many nights I spent it with unrest
I went blindly for the abortion after conducting the tests
Thank God I was helped by my near friends
I could find to my utter dismay that it was nearly an end
It was almost committing a murder of innocent child
How could a person can think of and go such wild?
How can that new arrival be done to death?
He or she had not even breathed on beautiful earth
It was beautiful child and we really wanted
It was not going to be as were often taunted
But we had no patience and courage to face
We were simply lost on the way and went out of race
One more crime was committed much to our displeasure
How that could be termed as curse or bad future?
What was to happen if she had come on this earth as flower?
We could show much of our love as rainy shower
Today when I lie down in my bed
I am gripped by sadness and feel very bad
When almighty is there to take care of born and dead
How are we going to justify our action and lead?
Let us not perform such act in any situation
Let them come on earth without any question
Let it be in planned manner but with safety
Will then there be real respect and love for almighty
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A nice stand
I stand to loose in any case
I have no backing and strong base
It is needed in present scene
The set of such nature is never seen
I was struggling very hard
All family members upset including dad
No one was coming out in open to criticize
I felt lonely and helpless as if cut to size
The family support is must in all our ventures
It is considered strong base for coming days and future
You may feel supported in all moves to feel secured
No wounds may upset even if you are injured
United we stand and divided we fall
This should be proved with day’s call
Every move should be projected as unified stand
The huge palace can be built on rocks or sand
You need help from all quarters
The chances come up and future brightens
The situation may sometimes complicate and tighten
Still the hooks round neck may loose and shorten
It is neck to neck competition and ablest survive
You got to dash against odd and make it live
It has to have enough thrust and deciding factor
You must t come out victorious in every sectors
You may not find all the time timely aid
“God helps to those who help himself” it is said
Nothing comes out of it as mere fortune
You have to adjust and focus on proper tune
You will have to strike at right moment
The chance must be taken as heavenly sent
It has to have full length counter with definite result
It may go in favor or against with definite tilt
Sail or swim with same zeal
The danger may be there as real
It may pose hazard for your existence
You must face it out with right insistence
Take support, if necessary, from like minded
It may be considered bold move if timely sounded
It may come to helping in real test
The result may com out as very best
Don’t stand in isolation and loose the battle
It is real time and testing ground for your strong mettle
It may give you enough to me to settle
Every thing may subside and prove as storm in tea kettle
Stay together to gain the support
Achieve the result with good rapport
Never say no to any out side hand
They may prove as strong ally or very good friend
It is desirable to remain together
It need not disturb you or bother
It may prove in the long run
It should also create very good fun
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Less’er Love, And A Rose, In My Garden
I am gardener…. I prune, sheer… at times
…at times I have lesser love
And in less is more, very much more
…………….and there is this garden
..the garden, ours by the Grace of the Life Force, supreme God
..there is this Rose, and those Roses there… all chose a place to be
I, the Gardner choose the blooms from which Rose goes to the glass next my bed
I love this Rose, and less but similar those other
….they decide when to bloom
In sping late winter their souls weep, as I sheer, as I must
In spring and summer and early winter we rejoice as they bloom abundantly
…..every night one bloom from The Rose that’ad also chosen me
in the glass of water next my bed read to me, and comfort me
the delicate-, bewitching fragrance the bookmark for tomorrow night
I love that Rose as my chosen
I am gardener…. I prune, sheer… at times
…..only one Rose reads to me… I a lesser Gardener
Lesser, cause I’m only able t’love one Rose…..this Rose here
….those Roses there, some’r lessor Roses, some’r superior Roses, are my friends
Lesser in texture, shape and fiber and fragrance
Some superior in texture, or shape and or fiber and or fragrance
Friends equal in dimension with the Rose, but less in love than the Rose
…..every night one bloom from The Rose, that’s chosen me
in the glass of water next my bed read to me, and comfort me
the delicate-, bewitching fragrance the bookmark for tomorrow night
I love that Rose as my chosen
I, the gardener…. I prune, sheer…. at times
These other Roses who chose my garden
...so valuable in a muchness o’ Friendship,
…the quality their love much the same as that The Rose
Different the lesser my love, even though my caring equals that towards The Rose
We are blessed, those of us in the garden
…the magnificence of this garden in my life is the sumtotal of you all in my garden
I drink your fragrance intoxicated with love
I love The Rose, and my friends these other Roses in the garden Bless this love
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Another world
There is the another world to live with
You don’t have to act mad and open the teeth
You can secretly enjoy the kingdom
Such a fine joy can be enjoyed seldom
When you have run out of all the options?
You resort to explore imaginative land
You receive the applauses and wave the hand
Court room is filled with people and good music from band
It is not harming anybody’s interest
People want to enjoy it at its best
It may not be real world but completely illusory
He may be getting advices from the advisory
When life comes to an uncertain stage?
The person is puzzled and finds it difficult to manage
What makes him to go away from the present scene?
It is his wish that he should be there always and seen
We exactly can’t term it as fool’s paradise
Nothing is sold there as pure merchandise
Everything is available and within grasp
It is very easy and convenient task
So many things shape up according to your wish
You may have desired end with fine finish
It is desired land for fools and foolish
They may rule here permanently and never perish
There are symptoms of losing the balance
You may act funny in somebody’s presence
The problems have seized with more worries
Nothing is coming to you as solution even if hurried
Thousands of thoughts invade at every moment
You are not in position to offer any comments
It grips you in uncertain stage with fear
No one shares your grief and patiently hear
You have nobody on to your side to support
You had banked upon them and had very good rapport
The desertion has come at crucial juncture
When your future is at stake and unsure
It is best way to get lost in imaginative land
You are surrounded by nice friends
There is no worry and tension
Fear and loss is out of question
I suggest it to be made free zone
One should visit it and make others known
What happens if one gets relieved artificially?
Either it is believed or sensed really
What we fear most is its credibility?
It proves your failure and inability
In no way it, lessens your burden
You are shocked all of sudden
Love to live with whatever you have
Think of your self and believe
No matter long you may suffer
There is so much to differ
Live in normal condition
The key is lying with you for ignition
Either defuses it with strong will power
Or stand fast to face it in shower
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A Work of Artifice
The bonsai tree
in the attractive pot
could have grown eighty feet tall
on the side of a mountain
till split by lightning.
But a gardener
carefully pruned it.
It is nine inches high.
Every day as he
whittles back the branches
the gardener croons,
It is your nature
to be small and cozy,
domestic and weak;
how lucky, little tree,
to have a pot to grow in.
With living creatures
one must begin very early
to dwarf their growth:
the bound feet,
the crippled brain,
the hair in curlers,
the hands you
love to touch.
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Down The Line
Somewhere down the line I sense some fear
Even though I have strong sense to bear
At no stage I loose the cool nerve
Yet sometimes it tends panic to have
After all nothing can be certainly said
Some of the results can not be had even after fully paid
They can come only from your concerted efforts
As you keep on moving by maintaining rapports
No one may know when blows will be delivered?
Nothing can be said about tides to become severe
So there is complete lack of assurance with success
Even if you fully prepared to cope with access
Something can be surely said about your ability
This can be termed as very fine quality
Person looses no calm and stands firm in crisis
The success lies where efforts are made with some basis
Entire structure can be in ruins if faced with weak foundation
Whole area can be threatened with little of inundation
Some thing can be ruled out as mere coincidence
But repeated occurrences can’t be termed as simple incidence
You should be fully accurate with your planning
Not everything can be achieved merely on wanting
Somewhere you should remain worried with apprehension
As it poses grave threat with burning question
You are powerless human being and may stand as lame duck
When all worries take you over and you are simply struck
You curse the luck and faulty preparation for failure
Otherwise you could reach to the end for sure
Such things are common in our thinking
At last moment we pray for safe passage from sinking
We loose all hopes and prepare for show down
Even if that means total inability to come out and own
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A no to look back
I looked back
It offered me only shock
I was standing on top of the rock
It looked as if I was crack
You look the world from zenith
It looks tiny from beneath
You may get little uneasiness to see
As you are on top of the tree
It is easy to reach on top
Once there means a full stop
You got to maintain and stay
This is the only way
Stick to what the philosophers say?
Abide by the sayings and pay
Full attention to what is to be done next
With full throttle force to deliver the best
Can you imagine how much time it has taken?
Can you count how many days it has shaken?
Can you put simple logic to arrive at conclusion?
Was there any external force or compulsion?
Now you have got what was aimed for?
There was no peace or no war
It was race for survival and betterment
There is glorious success for your movement
It should have gone other way round
You could have lost the prestigious ground
That could spell you the doom's day
It was only option for exit way
You never look back when going ahead
You got to be inspired and lead
The fall out is clearly read
You are the only one to head
The fortune may swing in any direction
It may depend only on your action
Whether it is half heart try or full attempt
It will bring some results if you are very prompt
It was all done and forgotten
The achievement was well spoken
You did take it as small token
No were your promises were broken
It has become now more important
To maintain it in spirit and constant
The success has not come as instant
It was well taken as good intent
Try to garner the support
Maintain good will and rapport
This will stabilize the position
Honor and repute will be good composition
It is difficult to remain on top
Some one else may also try to stop
It may be your own capability
That may prove your worth and ability
Love to remain with and among
It will never prove you wrong
You may be hailed as true contender
You will recognized as leader or commander
The zenith and fame comes with the success
It is happening with all the cases
It has to come in any way
It is proclaimed as golden say
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Nothing To Speak
When you have nothing to speak
Feel strong and not weak
When you are under shock or in danger
Restrict the utterances and control the anger
Nine outright gains if you win silence
Enemy may be forced to control his presence
Withdraw under the compulsion on no reply
It is proved beyond double and needs simple try
Speak not in isolation
As it has no connectivity or relation
Speak only when it is necessary
Else you may later feel sorry
It is good to restrain with talk
And absolutely forbidden while you walk
Talk with man of great understanding
Or with a person of less misunderstanding
At right time if you succeed
Over control of anger and misdeeds
You can think of high chances
As it will the be understood by all at once
Keep speaking in audience with strong views
It must be precise and not be heard by only few
It has to be like crystal water for the reflection
People must find difference when faced with action
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Weak may emerge
Weaker may emerge as strongest one
If support is received from everyone
Time and tide wait for none
Momentum has to be gained and work to be done
Whole world depends on sympathy and support
It will add to sweetness if we have good rapport
What else can we do to walk for an extra mile?
Life’s mission will be realized if thought for a while
No one can perform it alone
Even strong wind and rain has to accompany cyclone
It will have desirous or colossal effect of nature
In both the cases gloom is descending on future
It is natural cycle that prevents the weak
Strongest survive and weakest get stick
What else can be offered by him as defensive weapon?
When everything is at odd all and nothing clicks on
It is powerful game where weakest some times survive
They have nothing to loose so they slowly revive
Gather enough strength and build the hut with straw
Who else can win in the game of draw?
It is not weak but wicked suffers most
It will be near death blow with high cost
Why to feel sorry for strong or weak?
When chances are open to reach on the peak?
Do the weak all the time need sympathy?
Have they to sing constantly for their apathy?
Will they not rise for their legitimate rights/
Do they suffer without offering any fight?
Power grows from the barrel of the gun
Atrocities increase if you keep mum
Weaker may be suppressed for all the times to come
How can they be aroused to fight it out and welcome?
It is the fight between systems and follows up
It is sheer madness to be followed by cover up
Poor is always hit below the belt and made sufferer
In times to come he only will be torch bearer
Let the weak be given enough chance to excel
Why doubts should arise in mind and be not repealed?
Both will have to fight it out and lead the way
All uncertain clouds must be driven away
It is out of question who should stay and where?
They have to live amicably and stay there
No one can uproot them from stated position
It is fine and best available composition
There is nothing like term weak or strong
All are equal and must stay among
At any given time it may go wrong
Path must be cared out even if it is long
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Memory Hunt
You can live with crowd
You can quarrel daily and speak loud
You would love to be one among
Even if you go on doing the wrong
It has no bearing with your nature
As an emerging personality you want to make it sure
In this world you want everything at your disposal
Everything should move with your wish and face no reversals
You may not know how to over come your ambition
You may have long cherished goal and inhibitions
Yet they are not all that easy to overcome
Treachery, deception and betrayal had to be caused to some
“In war and peace, everything is genuine”
People merely take refuge to feel fine
By doing so you feel little pinch
As you are robbing some one of all the inches
You may push all rivals to one side
The filed may lay open and very wide
You have now nobody to challenge
Reap the harvest and happily manage
But mind ill gotten things may always trouble
You may feel, at some stage, life like bubble
Whatever you got may not stay forever
You may have some sort of satisfaction however
It won’t allow you peace and sound sleep
Tension and worries may force to keep
Always on toes for its quick and fine use
As you may fear its wrong change over and misuse
All scenes of injustice simply come on screen
They may be cursing from heaven and painfully seen
This will force you repent for wrong done
But alas! The time is passed of and simply gone
You are now crying in wilderness
Bitterness does appear or surface
If you can feel sincerely about compulsion
You can still overcome last transition
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I am in love
Love doesn’t depend on what you like
It is spontaneous and go up like kite
It needs little air and direction
Rest all depends on feelings and action
It may burn your skin if you zealous
It may also ruin if you are callous
It has to be steady and continuous
It can land in trouble or make you famous
You know very well that you have an inclination
You have opted to go in for healthy relation
Both sides might have expressed it with indication
Slight separation may be leading them to suffocation too
It is nice and holy bond to be together
It has different feeling and attachment altogether
One should not go too far or read in between
It is perfect union and clear win
You may feel that you are meant for each other
No worry and nothing can make you to bother
No other force can make it deviate or alter
You have got what has been sought after
Why at all you should feel pity?
It is gift and blessings from almighty
It is human to feel such quality
You should clear instinct and ability
You should have no doubt in your action
There can not be and hesitation or reaction
You can not afford to fade it away
You must steer the course and find the way
Love does not mean to stay together and move
It stands for any misgivings to remove
You stay apart but still feel the pulse
You should push away negative thoughts or repulse
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The Song of the Garden-Toad
Down, down beneath the daisy beds,
O hear the cries of pain!
And moaning on the cinder-path
They're blind amid the rain.
Can murmurs of the worms arise
To higher hearts than mine?
I wonder if that gardener hears
Who made the mold all fine
And packed each gentle seedling down
So carefully in line?
I watched the red rose reaching up
To ask him if he heard
Those cries that stung the evening earth
Till all the rose-roots stirred.
She asked him if he felt the hate
That burned beneath them there.
She asked him if he heard the curse
Of worms in black despair.
He kissed the rose. What did it mean?
What of the rose's prayer?
Down, down where rain has never come
They fight in burning graves,
Bleeding and drinking blood
Within those venom-caves.
Blaspheming still the gardener's name,
They live and hate and go.
I wonder if the gardener heard
The rose that told him so?
poem by Vachel Lindsay
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I have lost friends, some by death... others through sheer inability to cross the street.
Virginia Woolf in The Waves (1931)
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Jealousy
I am overpowered and taken over by intense jealousy
Some one should not get angry on me and feel pity?
Neither has it been confined to one town or city
Nor it has been descended from divinity
I feel that I have been confined to cage
As if nothing has been written on page
Blurred vision with no thinking and direction
Lacking morale and nothing to offer for action
I feel shame and continue to burn
I may soon be out of scene in turn
What should I do and try to learn?
Is it confined to me alone and only concern?
Is it the frustration that has taken over?
Is it is the simple tactic to find cover?
Why to hide our own weaknesses for nothing?
Nothing may prove fruitful and come out of it as something
It is sheer madness to get over and go for rage
You can turn rapist or killer from sage
It is stage mean to be adopted for destruction
Then it will be too late to follow the instruction
Love and hate, amity and enmity doesn’t augur well
They are all the symptoms to send us in hell
No one has won the sympathy or gained anything
It is way to go for self destruction for nothing
I may prefer love to hate
People may push me out of gate
Still it is in our hand and not early or late
Can we blame it alone to our fate?
I may have to choose lesser evil
It may be forced on you as will
What is then best way to get out of it?
Prepare worst for self and willingly meet
Intense hatred results into formation of jealousy
Though it is not all of sudden or coming out easy
It burns from within at personal cost
All the relations are put in cold storage and frost
It will not allow you to live peacefully
You may not be aware of it fully
Still it resides in your remote corner
Allows the rage to come out of burner
If you control it in time then it is well and good
It may burn you live as if without food
You won’t come out of it at first
It will always keep you at the last
I can’t go against HIS wish
Love is like water to fish
It may be existent in any form
I shall pray to come out of storm
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No Regret
I received a letter of regret
Some one disclosing me to let
That he loved me a lot
But the battle was lost
He was narrating about my appearance
It looked beautiful with charm at once
He missed the train and lost the golden chance
How come it can be repeated and availed at once?
I laughed at his stupidity
Words lacked sincerity and good quality
It showed his uncertain mind and inability
It spoke poor of him with mind's instability
He was living under false dreams and illusion
Not much to say but reveal only confusion
How can person take me to highest peak?
When he was unable to think and very weak?
He went on to add about his hidden wish
He wanted me as his bride with world to finish
But alas! He could speak nothing and lost me
Now he felt it as lost chance but got courage to tell it free
I could only laugh at his foolishness
Enough water had flown in river without any usefulness
But same man was before me telling his regret
I could only smile at his being foolish with fate
I love people who dash against wall
Seize the opportunity and respond to gravest call
That is becoming of a hero and ideal
Life can then be spent with happiness and look real
I could not resist my temptation
How could he think of restoring relation?
He had seen enough of left behind
Now what else was there left to find?
'Look man' there is no fun in reiterating past
I said with firmness and told him to finish fast
Such claim can bring bad name to relation
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Privacy
I do lot of things but need privacy
Not to read too much in between for its legacy
Neither there is no hidden clause or diplomacy
Nor it is not to show any will or supremacy
It is human nature that compels us to hide
Something unusual to retain and not to confide
Wrong act but still in possession to remain
Not letting any one to venture in personal domain
Is it to satisfy personal ego or cheat conscience?
Why some of the acts should bother its presence?
Somewhere we feel it is hurting our prestige
Under the name of privacy we seek refuge
It is good to have something as private and confidential
Only self and no one else to know of its credentials
When time comes for its rightful address
You cry in isolation, curse self and confess
It is big thing to assess self and adopt in life
Certain things to self and not letting even to wife
This gives enough courage to handle the issue
Powerful shot’s in arm by remaining always true
It affords individual to enjoy or go for remorse
There is no tension or play of external force
It is seeking self inner voice and remedy
Life should not be allowed to result in comedy
Life needs full of interaction with zeal
Some of the things we may not perform real
Enter into provocation with shoddy deal
We try desperately to hide and conceal
Privacy is part of single or double individuals
To converse or exchange is merely a ritual
It is an act to find solace in each other
Nothing comes in between for anybody to bother
It has to be respected with complete sense
It is not execution of nefarious act or nonsense
It is precaution not to be invaded at a time
Life seems deserting and …………………..
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Confusion
I wanted to go right but went left
I wanted to go up but went down
I wanted to cry but I laughed.
I wanted in my life a displacement
But I found myself in the circus circle.
I wanted to sleep well but found awake
I did not want to think but found myself thinking.
I wanted them to understand me
but they forced me to understand them
To increase my knowledge I wanted to distribute
but they forced me to conceal.
I wanted to be straight but they taught me how to crook
smile with a hidden dagger behind.
I wanted to give them food but they threw them out closing the doors of mind.
They talk but words fall like yellow foliage dry
They love but this love is a bug sucks the blood, none can deny.
Lie and truth, life and death, good and bad, right and wrong
All mixed up with time, place and people, a total confusion.
When truth is not beauty and it is confined in
When falsehood is not ugly and it is spread out like perfume
Then your brain burn the fuse and you are totally confused.
poem by Abdul Wahab
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Things have dropped from me. I have outlived certain desires I have lost friends, some by death others through sheer inability to cross the street.
quote by Virginia Woolf
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The Passage Of Time
The passage of time
Speeds up, slows down
With emotions interwoven
And meanings profound
It lies beneath
The memories found
Tucked away in sacred places
Then sneaks away
Without warning or sound
Taking pieces of you
That your heart never replaces
The passage of time
Rob's you blind
So when you look back
All you can find
Is the glaring truth
And pain divine
Of loved one's lost
And those you've left behind
Oblivious to your regrets
It doesn't stop or pause
If you forget
To do or say what must be said
Before the future
Rears its head
So when the nostalgia
Washes over you
You curse yourself instead
The passage of time
Leaps out at you
Suddenly
When you least expect it to
You look around
Children are grown
People have passed away
You begin to feel
With every day
You're more alone
Than you've ever been before
Fear and dread uncoil inside
Right at the center
Where your soul is stored
The passage of time
Speeds up, slows down
Then is gone once more
poem by Erika Wingo
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In our time, the curse is monetary illiteracy, just as inability to read plain print was the curse of earlier centuries.
quote by Ezra Pound
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