Real neighbour
Who can be called real neighbour?
Who stands by you in critical hour?
Who carries no ill will or harbour?
With you always and yours
On neighbours you can always bank
Open close secrets and remain frank
In happiness and moments toast drink
Share the feelings and always think
He is the one who attends you first
Relatives may know and come at the last
He may think wise and console your grief
Yet very near and far to be very brief
Neighbourer is real one and dear as God
Stands by in time and extends nod
Such peaceful and congenial atmosphere
Only luckiest will have to be found no where
This tradition remains centuries old
Relations grow and never freeze in cold
Embrace with love and firmly hold
To show real love with approach bold
Cities have witnessed deterioration in love
Relations cold and feeling far drove
No one would know who is next door
No warmth in feelings and ill will bore
No hi, hello or greetings exchange
No gatherings and orderly meetings arrange
Separate courtyards and affairs self manage
No strengthening of bonds but only damage
Who do we need at critical time?
Show of strength and love as prime
Only available source to take us closer
Forge the relation and permanent merger
Strive very hard to grow in harmony
Relation may weigh and not the money
Sweetness may be found only in honey
Rest all relations may be cruel joke and funny
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Pleasantry exchanges
What is called pleasantry exchange?
Is the cordial relation that you manage?
What is real meaning when one writes on sheet?
Does that work in real when life is dimly lit?
It starts with the gesture “broad or mild smile”
Unknowingly you go in and offer for while
It opens the way for future contact to meet
No need for help and happily you greet
Elder offer warmth by kissing on cheek
Youngsters consider it blessings and seek
What others to when they are drawn by feelings?
Long for each other either willing or unwilling
Political turmoil melts with warm greetings
Smooth passage cleared after several meetings
It is best tool available and must be used
Words do miracles with effect if not misused
It can lead to harmonious relation with neighbours
He will jump to help any time with nothing to harbour
It costs nothing but offers million of cheers
If one good message with smile…………………..
Life too can be on smooth rail with fast tracks
Courtesy demands something more and never lacks
Hand to hand with openness in relation
It will add to sweetness with present elation
Wars can be avoided if storm is sensed
Storm can be allowed to wither and silenced
Relations on sound footing if offered with grace
Banquette on one and the other with smiling face
Crisis is averted with deep sense of feeling
Adversary is greeted with innocent smiling
Rivalry may disappear with fresh beginning
New era to start with fresh look and opening
So to say exchange it with new change
Variety of new gestures with vast range
Every gesture has great impact and meaning
You just bow little with tilt and leaning
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Meantime
The purity in dreaming
The mean time as a quarantine
Suppose there is no difference
And phone sex is eternal love
The promise in our yearning
The mean time is a quarantine
And the body parts can mix
And you fail to make her hard
And you'll never found out if this one's love
Once you've dried out a river
And you'll never found out if this one's love
So take my heart in the mean time
Will the next love be the real one
Will the next love be the real one
Our dreams in holding patters
And the mean time is a quarantine
And i'm the one comparing
My having you tonight
And you'll never found out if this one's love
Caressing some other lover
And you'll never found out if this one's love
So take my heart in the mean time
Will the next love be the real one
Will the next love be the real one
In sexual positions
We never got to try and i
I see lovers in the swing door
Entangled, in space
And you'll never found out if this one's love
Once you've dried out a river ?
And you'll never found out if this one's love
So take my heart in the mean time
Will the next love be the real one
Will the next love be the real one
Will the next love be the real one
Will the next love be the real one
Will the next love be the real one
Will the next love be the real one
song performed by by Imogen Heap
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Fragrance of relations
Fragrance of relations
Money was always important in the past &
will remain important in the future.
The present revolves around it.
It plays a vital role in the society.
Some says the money is not less important then the god
But I think that human values are more valuable than the money.
Fragrance of relations could be obtained only by your style, behavior
& attitude and not by the money.
When money regulates the relations
It works like a poison.
Blood relations die when money enters between them.
Money becomes havoc when a son demands more & more money from his old parents with out knowing their will.
Money is the need of hour.
But relations become hazardous when its members
Became crazy for money.
Race for money never ends throughout the life.
When we got money, then we again crave for it.
Race for money goes & goes till the life ends.
We crush the happiness of the life for getting it.
We finish the fragrance of relations only for it.
If we die with money we will die without peace & satisfaction.
poem by Vijay Gupta
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Love Money!
Love money!
Love wealth!
Love property and all her riches!
Love money
For she competes her lovers!
Love money
For she has lovers in most!
Love money
For she-as seems-is quite virgin!
Love money
For she will make you quite mad
Like a true love
She'll make you feel all sad!
You shall be all sleep devoid
Nor have rest at day nor night.
She'll steal you from your company
She'll make you feel all lonely,
She'll demand you devote her solely
And shall make you think her only.
Love money
And be a crazy notion
To quit all bonds of love and relation.
She has a tongue of enthralling voice
That reigns your being
So well and wise.
She'll win your heart, your love
She'll give you-
You will see-her being in 'turn.
Her being-for a bed of roses
Her breast-for a pillow
For all luxuries.
Now you are hers
Hers in all,
Now she'll stand you
In a unique state of notion
With hands blood-stained
Bloodshed of relations.
She'll serve you a meal in unique
Your flesh for food
Your blood for drink.
Now you have your eyes bloodshot
Your heart all mettled
Your hands all daggered
You and you and you all alone
A reward for all your devotion
For your love
For all your beloved Relation!
Vivek Tiwari
18/11/2012
poem by Vivek Tiwari
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Finally over
It was all over in a friction of second
Relation froze and matter went out of hand
Eyes wore hostile look and completely changed
Ready for gunning down as if defeat is to be avenged
What else can be expected when relations loose warmth?
Who cares what will be the result or fallout aftermath?
It is simple game of supremacy to witness the down fall
Idiotic behaviour to go after blood thirsty call
One dropp of lemon is enough to spoil bucket of milk
Dark spot can be easily noticed on the white silk
Strained relation too can’t be hidden for a long period
Some one has to step in to mange the show or avoid
Serious efforts are needed finally at least
Its seriousness is definitely hidden in cloudy mist
One little attempt can really make the difference
One has to learn how to live with and draw the interference
Small action or little gesture can stave off the situation
One may think positive and go for evaluation
Little give and take may lead to happy solution
Why then are we not following with firm resolution?
Relations are like thin thread loosely attached
No one knows when they will be slightly detached?
Seriousness of thoughts and approach should be strengthened
Cement it further, grow with mutual trust and areas widened
Blood relations sometime come to rescue not immediately
Their action and reaction is felt slowly and lately
Warmth and futility is proved in the real crisis or test
Human relations grow and thrive it for best
It may take even longer than expected to build
Result may be known when start gradually to yield
It s fruit can be enjoyed for years to come
Any deviation or sordidness is never welcome
I shall prefer isolation or remain in dark
If simple talk is termed to dog’s bark
It can easily vitiate and lead to spark
Enough to destroy………………….
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Fine Without You
“I am fine without you”
I did not attempt to woo
It came all of sudden
I did not think for it even
I must definitely think
Must go deep but not to sink
Should try for honest relation
Try for real without any passion
What can I say in the absence?
Must think and realize its true essence
After al it is not joke but in real sense
Lead s to a state of feeling little tense
Well, good humour and exchange pave the way
At least you have some respite and say
Clear words and promises come to the rescue
No regret later on or worthless try to sue
Friendship may cover new area for breeding
No hollow promises but certain pledges for feeding
Making bonds for worth while duration
Can’t find and parallel or equation
It is worth to explore and find suitable mate
Should not leave it merely to cruel fate
May be its realization will be little late
We must be little reasonable and considerate
You can’t be fine without her
No other partner may prove better
Let this work out as permanent refuge
You have no chance to say no or refuse
We may joke and exchange bitter words
Should not miss and always look forward
Relations are built only on good will
Must be bonded and shouldn’t try to kill
After all it is worthy and fine elevation
Everybody has experienced it with fine observation
Nobody should try to subvert or lead to negation
Must accept it without any hesitation
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Tell Me
It is good to ask “tell me”
But you have been allowed free
Don’t ask often to lady
They are eager but moody
It is good to be possessive
But not be so obsessive
You show all your feeling
When she is for you and willing
It hurts a woman when asked repeatedly
Some relations are just accepted happily
It is sacred and must remain so
Undue haste and pleas must go
You make it more narrative
Hence it becomes less subjective
You become possessive
And try to be assertive
This creates some tension
It raises lots of questions
When woman in question is ready
You must be careful and remain steady
Some of the paths are to be guided smoothly
Remain at arms length but truthfully
It adds sweetness in relation
Every time good feeling with lots of excitation
Listen to what she says or murmurs?
Try to be attentive and peacefully hear
Some new message may be for you
She may find you real and very true
Such is delicate thread of relation
It has enough of joy in revelation
One must be really assertive when required
Trust her completely without being inquired
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Difficult to maintian
Any relation can be difficult to maintain
You must strive hard and honestly sustain
You have critical times to stand for bloodless relation
Where you may make sisters, daughters with finest indication
It is not wrong to assume and live with honest intention
It is acid test when comes to the stage of pure retention
You got to be careful more when it comes to discharge
You have wide spectrum and area very large
I have found new daughter named jenny
She suggested me in simple way as not done by many
She was naughty and very innocent
I knew her well and had very good moments
She has no father and wanted real one
I was very special to her and not someone
She had feelings of her own and did not regret
She wanted it to come out and also made known or let
“I want to write specially on father’s day”
She had found happiness with her own way
“I would be your jenny “in next birth
I shall have and pray for same rebirth
I couldn’t hold my tears
I refused to believe the ears
The life will be over in few more years
But I will have one more daughter as very dear
She is now with two small kids
I could judge the sentiments and read
She was all there for my happiness
I could guess good lines on her face
I may pray for all for having such bond
I encourage such thoughts and second
World seemed so large with nice souls living in
I smiled silently and felt as if whole world was nearly won
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Crushes Are Cheap
It is baffling how feelings surface...
It feels like love in seconds, but what is it really?
SImply a longing to chase?
They cannot be real feelings because how can you love
What you do not know, such love is cheap, even free
Even if every time you see her, speak with her, be with her
Your heartstrings do tug, what substance does this love have?
What is it founded on if not knowledge?
How is it possible to crush on a girl yo do not know
What can you love about her if you don't know her?
What is there to love that is real?
Surely you are doomed
Stronger still is being 'in love', but the more you get to know that person
The less you 'love' them, the lighter the crush is.
It is strange, should not each moment you spend with her
Be sweeter than the last, then how is it that the
Crush grows weaker as you grow closer.
If such a thing is true your crush cannot be love\I t is some cruel form of disillusionment
Some illusion of love that breed emptiness and a greater loneliness
This seems to be all I know, it happens all the time
This subject is all my rhymes
These crushes although devoid of substance
Still crush my soul and weigh heavily on my mind
There is no peace in my weighed down heart, weighed down heavily with
Cheap, empt love.
Such love is not even love at all
So then there is no love in my heart.
Just a cycle of crushing crushes until all substance is crushed and crunched out.
poem by David Knox
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Wise Step
Nothing could go to my head as what was wrong?
Why I did not find best suitable love among?
Was I expecting something more or unusual?
Was my approach not sincere or casual/
Well, this was question baffling me ever
I had given up the hunt for love forever
I was not expecting any more blossoms
I think this was wise step and full of wisdom
I still missed the real feeling of true love
I was traveling in car which simply drove
It had no other mission than to travel
I had given up without reaching any level
May be I was not able to put forth my views
Bright sun rays only knew to wipe out the dews
I was unlucky among all with counting of few
May be I was not destined to get my real due
Is the pull really emerging from inner heart?
Why their faces lit up with smile and look so smart?
I was really wondering what this phenomenon “love” is.
Everybody says the same as these are blessings from His
My eyes may not have that flicker and killer’s instinct
Approach may have been different and distinct
I virtually longed for real feeling and attachment
What it could land in was only detachment?
Everybody may not be that lucky to find real pleasure
It is one of the most rare and unavailable treasure
How one can find in comfortable position which can assure
Smooth life with all the happiness and joy to reassure
I guess it may be lovely gift from savior the Almighty
Warmth feelings and all happy actions considered to be naughty
I have yet to come across and feel all the earthly feelings
If some one comes form no where suddenly and willing
I know it can not be orchestrated or stage managed show
Whole might and true intentions one should offer or throw
It may grow in its own natural sphere and mushroom
Spring may sprang surprise with full arrival of blossom
I may wait for those moments to enter in my barren age
I shall become poet to pen down lovely feelings on page
It may end long spell of frustration for not meeting partner
Who could bring all happiness and prove as good listener
I shall wake up to witness new heights and reality
It shall be best available in the form good quality
I shall endeavor to preserve it with full honor
I shall not mind it even if you come with mistakes so minor
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Brown Eyes
Brown eyes with sparkling light,
Standing before me just to right,
Inviting me near but not to fight,
May be closer views and clear sight,
I could see whole world in it,
Two eyes as if deem lamps lit,
Why sudden interest in me hit?
Muscled body with physique fit,
May not be that simple reason,
Spring all over as main season,
Flowers booming with colours different,
Invitation seemed only reason apparent,
I too was ready for open meet,
Shaking body with crumbling feet,
Not knowing what was in store?
Nothing was wrong for ground to explore,
Miss was not easy but hard nut to crack,
Little hurry was sign to pack,
Patience was must for not going back,
Attempt sincere but confidence not lack,
Both realized the gravity of situation,
It was real and not first sight or infatuation,
Time was critical and need of an hour,
Relation to grow and not sour,
Kind gesture with open invite,
Desires grew with ambition ignite,
It was not time to say good night,
Grab the opportunity as the time was right,
Soon developed intense love and bond,
Deep relations and each other fond,
Love was to succeed with ultimate marriage,
Simple arrangement and not as carriage,
All was done with ease and comfort,
Both the families had understand and rapport,
Extending good will and complete support,
Nothing was going bad as suggested report
When I look back and simply ponder?
No simple answer but only wonder,
No clouds to make loud thunder,
Simple acknowledgement with easy surrender
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Real Thing
La la la
Love is the real thing
You know
Love is the real thing
La la la la
La love
La la la
Love is the real thing
You know
Love is the real thing
La la la la
She is waiting
In the office
For the bell to go
She is thinking
Of their meeting
Just a month ago
Now shes running
Through the people
Everyone so slow
Now he holds her
And he loves her
He tells her so and
La la la
Love is the real thing
You know
Love is the real thing
La la la la
La love
La la la
Love is the real thing
You know
Love is the real thing
La la la la
By the nightfall
They have driven
From the world they know
Shes so happy
Theyre together
And their love will grow
And when you feel your chance has come
Whos going to throw it all away
And if theres someone left behind
You have to say that
La la la
Love is the real thing
You know
Love is the real thing
La la la la
La love
La la la
Love is the real thing
You know
Love is the real thing
La la la la
La la la
Love is the real thing
You know
Love is the real thing
La la la la
La love
La la la
Love is the real thing
You know
Love is the real thing
La la la la
song performed by by Human League
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Love Poem-10
Honey … honey … I have money.
Enjoy the life is my only destiny.
Come on enjoy the life with me
Come on enjoy the life with me
Honey … honey … I have money.
Let’s go for a long-drive.
There, where is no tribe.
You me and the money
Let’s enjoy oh my Honey.
I have money … I have Brothers
I have money … I have Sisters
I have money … I have a Family
I have money … I have friends
I have money … So no relation ends
I have money … So worshiped daily
Honey … Honey … I have Money.
Enjoy the life is my only destiny.
Ask your daddy, ask your mummy.
Say, I am having enough money.
They will make you free.
As if they find a money tree.
Let me tell you I am also a human.
I am rich but not a superman.
I too have feelings and can’t stay alone.
All relations are fake you are true.
With you I feel the feeling of coffee BRU.
If doubt, ask to my mussel, Blood and Bone.
Honey … Honey … You are my money.
You are my path and you are my destiny.
poem by Devraj Harikrishna
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Real Love
Real Love
Do you understand just how much I feel for you, do you
Do you comprehend when I say my love is true, do you
Always - with me - forever, oh baby
I know - we'll be - together
I tell you time after time, you bring me up when I'm down
I'm telling you time after time, I don't wanna lose what I've found
Real love, I still believe in love
Real love, I still believe in love
Do you realise just how much you mean to me
If I close my eyes you're the only one I see
Always - with me - forever, oh baby
I know - we'll be - together
I tell you time after time, you bring me up when I'm down
And time after time, I don't wanna lose what I've found
Real love, I still believe in love
Real love, I still believe in love
Time after time, time after time
Real love, I still believe in love
And time after time, time after time
Real love, I still believe in love
I tell you time after time, you bring me up when I'm down
And time after time, I don't wanna lose what I've found
Real love, I still believe in love
Real love, I still believe in love
song performed by by Cher
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Loves Desert
Land of gold, hot day,
Sea bright, sky grey,
Live with hope tonight,
I feel love's alright,
Walk in the cold, walk in the rain,
Peace in our hearts...., remains,
We believe in love,
In love again,
Over there the greatest love, when,
Over here I am all alone,
I've found real love,
In love again,
See you in the desert of our desire,
Meet me in the morning of our fire,
We'll see real love,
In love again,
In the desert, of my love,
And the desert of your love,
Through you I feel a man,
We can save the Lamb!
Feel our love grow for the Dove,
In the soul of man, lies the Lamb,
We'll feel real love,
In love again.
April 2012
poem by David Andre' Klopper
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Honey... Honey...
Honey… honey… I have money.
Enjoy the life is my only destiny.
Come on enjoy the life with me
Come on enjoy the life with me
Honey… honey… I have money.
Let’s go for a long-drive.
There, where is no tribe.
You me and the money
Let’s enjoy oh my Honey.
I have money… I have Brothers
I have money… I have Sisters
I have money… I have a Family
I have money… I have friends
I have money… So no relation ends
I have money… So worshiped daily
Honey… Honey… I have Money.
Enjoy the life is my only destiny.
Ask your daddy, ask your mummy.
Say, I am having enough money.
They will make you free.
As if they find a money tree.
Let me tell you I am also a human.
I am rich but not a superman.
I too have feelings and can’t stay alone.
All relations are fake you are true.
With you I feel the feeling of coffee BRU.
If doubt, ask to my mussel, Blood and Bone.
Honey… Honey… You are my money.
You are my path and you are my destiny.
20th Feb.09
poem by Aditya Pratap Nayak
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Mother D True Relation On Dis Earth
itz a smalll world.peoples cms n go
sm fall in love.sm becms true freinds.sm people attracted towards caring ones
a day cms wen everything looks faded n blurred
.....we alwaz had dreams to tch d sky....
v go thru various relationships n lost in it...
in dese relations ve lost completly n own watevr goes... a time cms ven v feel incmpleteness n a empty space bt v nvr relise d emptyness... a day ven life also ditch u...n left alone in ur blues.
EVRYBDY GOES AWAY.EVRY RELATION LOST ITZ NAME... BT D ONLY RELATION ALW REMAINS TRUE N 4EVER...WHERE U GET D ARMS OPENED EVRYTIME
N D EYES SHINING WATERY KEEP WAITING 4u...A BEST N A DOOR OF PATH ALW REMAIN.OPENED...EVN WEN ALL PATHS R CLOSED... DERE A TRUE RELATION N PURE LOVR REMAINS WAITING DATZ ONLY N ONLY GODESS GIFT....MOTHER, d only true relation on dis earth....
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For The Want Of Time
I never excuse for the want of time
Even though it may very important and prime
I love some of my friends and relatives
As they are close and very subjective
I may never find time in whole life
As husband has no spare time for wife
Yet something is to be talked about
Else you face the possible rout
How can I say you keep off?
How can I that rude and rough?
Everybody is built of some fine stuff
No amount of arguments can help not even bluff
I know only mortals may remain
I may prefer to be excluded in my domain
But at what cost I enjoy the fame?
What is there good in the name?
Do we thing work may end so soon?
The sun may not have afternoon
The evening may not set in
The birds may not return and sing
I am apologetic to those friends
Do not take it to illogical end
It may be ridicule to end in clever manner
Yet the fact may be known sooner
I would love rather to hear you gently
Those words not heard before silently
How long I may have to face dry spell?
Nothing at present seems going well
I would never question brilliant face off
I have no strength to argue or scoff
Yet it pains from within not to press
Instead prefer isolation and dearly miss
No one may have time to care for
No one may even prefer to be very sure
As it will not take them to reality
Because they want to maintain good quality
I would love to talk at length
With any one who cares and match with strength
It is not the intelligence that matters most
The relation is pushed aside and remains frost
It is very hard to go on for sentiments
You may have sugar coated comments
That may not cut much deep with the ice
As it does not really match with the promises
I hope relations are weighed in any terms
It adds to some worry and concerns
Nothing goes off well with nice duration
It gives room for deterioration with some indication
I end up by saying welcome all
I regret saying it without any standard fall
I love all despite my tight schedule
I want it to be durable and ideal module
I may perish along with my brethren
It may then be smooth and happy turn
I shall bid good bye despite having no time
I shall regret only “No time” but as no crime
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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My Opinion
What is happiness?
What is loneliness?
What is love?
The questions I asked above
we ask ourselves & others often
up to the end, up the coffin.
I will tell you my opinion,
it is not the only one out of million.
That one is lonely who doesn’t love.
He walks his life on a slough.
People are like flowers
which bloom at a certain hour.
When the time comes
they show their charms.
A good gardener with patience
waits appearing the fragrance.
The one who loves
let aroma out of his heart.
His love is a beautiful art.
That one doesn’t know loneliness,
that one knows only happiness.
His heart belongs to others,
he worries about the loved ones,
he suffers together with them,
but behaves like a lamb
when they are joyful.
His life becomes eventful,
he has no time to be lonely,
he loves truly & sincerely,
he has no time for pondering,
he knows well what’s happening,
he forgets about himself,
his love he gives to others itself.
You can tell me:
But it is only half!
I will not laugh but tell:
Everyone wants to be loved as well.
When your thoughts & heart are in harmony,
when they just live in one company,
when they play one role
it’s already a whole.
The one who loves sincerely
can never be lonely,
he never asks for love in return,
that one only tries to learn
how they are and pray.
If you ask who loves more
meaning the one you adore,
if you don’t show your feelings,
if you don’t feel your heart beatings,
if all the time you measure and weigh
there is nothing more to say.
Love was not born yet
and I could only regret.
Around you is emptiness & coldness,
as a result you get your loneliness.
Why? ‘Cause other people feel it,
they try to escape it.
Don’t worry about mutual love!
Be in a hurry and let your heart free.
Like apples on a tree
your love has to grow,
your heart has to show
your kindness, your tenderness.
Show everyone that you are selfless,
then a miracle will happen.
You’ll get love in return.
Real love will be born.
Now you know what happiness is,
You never know loneliness as it is.
Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)
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Only one reason
I left behind parents only for one reason
I had seen in you a good and promising person
You were not only tall in stature but stalwart
A handsome figure, very good looking and smart
You proved your worth time and again
You worked very hard even in rain
You had feelings for everybody including family
We all had nice time to be spent easily
It is not the male domination society alone
The female too play great part and sworn
It is joint move to prove worthy of being human
Where nothing counts as man or woman
Not at single count you let us down
We happily brought up and grown
Nothing mattered much to our discomfort
It was always happy voyage to land at port
There never developed any kind of cold
The new concept and result was seen in our world
We developed with respect as powerful family
It was unique and unparallel experience really
It was real world to enjoy and spent with
We were totally committed and armed with teeth
It was joint venture with full commitment
Every move was synchronized with moment
I do not remember that I ever lied
Not a single moment was left untried
It was not difficult at all to align
Everything moved in orderly manner and looked fine
Did we ever enter into conflict?
Was there any intention for injury to inflict?
I would not find an answer in yes
This was honest feeling with real face
I would not dream it to happen at any stage
As we have grown up sincerely with the age
It was not the matter to be accommodated
The relation was based on foundation and equated
You always provided me comfort
I can firmly say it with good report
It is not happening with all the families
But with one who always supports and rallies
There might have been no more disturbances
Had there been no love at once?
It might involve deep pain and anguish
Still it is love and not fights to finish
How deep and lovely relation it has?
What a critical and crucial phase it is?
Momentum in relation with so much ups and down
Still no room for complaint and reason to frown
Shall we last the same till the end?
I would love your smile with same trend
Will you smile even from grave?
I will bear the brunt with enough reason to be brave
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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