She was silent
She was silent and deep in thought
As if she feared a battle to be fought
She had near escape from real struggle
Life was challenge and full of troubles
She shared always with me her secret
Her words spoke of bad luck and fate
What and how the people had deceived?
How badly she was treated and received?
As female it was too much for her
Lot many things worried and this had led her to bother
It was not easy to counter propaganda
When each and everything was to be proved as contra
I was called specially to listen to her views
She had limited friends and confided to only few
I watched her pale face and wondered
She was fresh like rose earlier and smile was always offered
Here she was before me as if not as loving person
But down with worries and reasons
She was feeling lonely and feared from people
It was not good now to continue life as single
She was asking me to give opinion
How will it be nice to find companion?
I was judging her mood so avoided an answer
But I assumed rain was about to shower
I am not sure what was in her mind
Why was she so desperate to find?
A friend at this critical juncture
Where as she had refused in past for anything sure
Was I in her mind as possible savior?
It will be wrong on my part to whistle or murmur
I thought for a while and kept safe distance
She was looking at my eyes and took real chance
I was for her in past and had expressed
She was all for glory and out rightly had dismissed
My proposal for alliance and hence we had parted
Now it was her proposal again and I got startled
Not that bad! I smiled within
It was purely an incidental win
She was there for me waiting
I smiled and expressed desire for dating
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Sad eyes
I could read nothing on her face
But eyes could speak with grace
Intense struggle was going on in her mind
Yet her face revealed nothing for me to find
She had resolve of steel metal
Her husband had died of an accident which proved fatal
She could hardly think of anything now to settle
She was on decline and loosing her rose petals
She must be facing now lot many problems
Something struck to remind her of grave troubles
People may try their level to pound on her flash
Soon she may be heading for an open war or clash
Life is not bed of roses for all persons
Some people are blessed with support from sons
Some are looked after well by circumstances
Many are lucky not to have experienced such things even at once
She was not that lucky to have enough support
She may murmur and say when will reach her ship at the port
I listened to these words with much pain
But had no solution to relieve her from drain
She spoke to me with intense projection
She was not leaving the field by inaction
I saw in her eyes thunder storms and lightening
Nothing could deter her now from hardening
She had her own sphere, space and cover
I read her resolve to carry on and move further
No person was expected in her life to explore
I feared nothing unusual coming from her
Some people may loose courage if receive shocks after shocks
Luck also will be sending troubles in bundles from its stocks
It is seen and observed that ill luck would try everything to finish
But strong people may face it bravely and simply not perish
She was from fine blend and held very good character
Many times she would claim her self as an actor
I thought of great circus where each one is expected to play part
With magnificent acts, independent from each other as an art
I made little survey of human feeling
What will be the most fearsome act and almost killing?
I thought of illogical fear with devastating effects
Not realizing the unavoidable circumstances in fact
Life at some point of time comes to an end
You can add flavor to it by making some amends
No one may ask how much you lived on earth
But certainly remark how best you lived up to the time of death
No one will be spared from the jaw of death
We may also be going to lay a wreath
Yet it never occurs to us in mind
That we too may have some place here to find
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Restore Comfidence
All I needed was to restore confidence
The bitterness was crated with single incidence
It had sown the seeds of great mistrust
I feared shadow more than an enemy to trust
I remembered her coldness when reached me
I was prisoner as if bonded and not free
She was all for great love and now everything changed
It was altogether difficult to sustain and be managed
She lacked warmth and zeal
May be she wanted to look not real
Was that product of my sick mind?
Why was I not in position to find?
Thousands of thoughts crossed mind
I was loosing sense and going blind
How to turn her totally loyal
As we had spent life very royal
How her hand was used to be so soft like rose petals?
How her fresh smile used to be clear like crystal?
She was caring and brought whole world in home
I was greeted well with smile and warm welcome
I may lock in arms around her waist
She may try to go away from clutches to her best
Yet I may not allow it much to her discomfort
She was so lovely on earth when I used to reach her to report
She has confided in me with desire to part
I felt shadow was growing in me as cruel art
I was dumb founded at her disclosure
I thought of miserable life and failure
She may be away for no reasons
I might be sometimes to her bad persons
But it was not so unbearable for her to think in such way
All bad ides in mind were driving me away
I called her to sit side by
Neither I nor she was in for permanent bye
We had erred somewhere and failed to try
Now she was feeling remorse and shy
I looked in her eyes and asked nothing
She too found holy bond and missed something
We spoke nothing but cried for moment
We were again one and had no more to comment
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The different attitude
It has always puzzled me the different attitude
You will find cold shudder even if you express gratitude
I don’t understand the real reason or cause behind
But certainly it exists and needs to be probed and find
Some of the people suffer from inferiority complex
They always remain deep worried and perplexed
It is very hard to touch their sentiments and explain
The necessity to mix with people, understand and remain
I find it hard to understand single female friends
They have many reservations and do not know where to end?
It takes enough of courage to convince the real cause behind
But still the apprehensions persist and stay in mind
One of my friends refused to be friend as I was married
Her contention was that the trend is compromising and not fully carried
I was feeling nervous as what could have been the best reply
I pressed mind box to prepare answer and fully apply
As writer you can not succeed if you have no followers
You should receive favorable report or critical answers
That gives you enough of insight and room to evaluate
The short comings and lacunas to understand and state
“Why should I be your reader friends even” I was questioned
I politely placed my answer but took enough care to be positioned
I realized that she was single and had some misgivings about being alone
She might have been threatened by many to disturb her lone status
I contested her on every point and persuaded to shed the difference
It was not the status that should be bothered but inference
Any wrong drawn conclusion may push one to extreme corner
As I was becoming more and more exposed so cultivated the habit to garner
She had wrong notion that married an unmarried relation is unholy
The burden later on can not be shared equally and falls wholly
On females to prove her integrity and come out clean
I considered some truth but how could it be such mean
Finally she relented on some of grounds to have spoken unfair
It is not the relation alone but attitude should also be reasonably fair
We under estimate the sentiments when talk on sensitive things
It leaves long lasting impression when you are termed as something
I am fortunate enough to have her views changed
It was very difficult to have been managed
She was no doubt intelligent but ill conceived
She was not fully informed or well received
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Why only females!
“Why only females have to suffer”
“I am sorry to know it and I differ”
I was fired off by a very good friend
I thought it will bring about an abrupt end
She was for all praise for good friend
She was no doubt very clear with trend
I said I can improve upon and mend
She was adamant and refused to bend
I had liked her from the beginning
She was fire brand and very shining
Her approach very clear and convincing
I too liked her words without mincing
She was tall in figure and beautiful
I thought she may be equally faithful
She might come up with all that may be purposeful
I too longed for her and was very hopeful
Even though she was far away
I did not feel bad in any way
She had her option very much open
I too was very much hopeful even
She has boyfriend she told
But in fact she proved she is very bold
She would not easily go to any fold
She may be opposed to any idea or very cold
It did not make me sink
I even saw her without any wink
She was merely stating her position
I dreamed about her with very good composition
She will laugh it out at my proposal
She may say it even with quick disposal
She is not for anyone except her friend
She has no proposal in any sense to send
I am not good at such things
I did not expect her for something
She was to remain with me as a companion
She feared and took it for bonding and union
Relation is not built in a day
It is taking may years with days
Who can wait that longer to prove?
I liked her move and did not disapprove
Let her have her own world to live
I have my own to live and believe
Let it not drift away in strong current
The friendship is heavenly sent
I don’t want unusual thing to happen
It must not be felt now or then even
It is her choice to prevail and realize
Who am I to look upon it and oblige?
It is good for me to see her from distance
You can find many examples or good instances
It is touchy relation that may come on surface
One fine morning she may come out with smiling face
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A pull close to chest
I pulled her close to my chest
I tried in earnestly to my best
It was real and crucial test
I had conveyed my desire at least
She asked help and guidance from her God
I failed to catch whether it was yes or nod
I could guess it was pure invitation
Simple “No” was now out of question
I revealed all about my past
She reacted angrily and very fast
I thought I was finished and did not last
At least I opened up and threw away the mask
Was it undoing of my best efforts?
Did I fail to maintain good rapport?
What did I expect from her to support?
Was my ship was landing at safe port?
I could read worry lines on her face
I did consider it as unique but mad race
She was not prepared or ready to lace
I was impatient to meet her and embrace
What did she offer me in return?
Did I expect any rough answer or “U” turn?
I was about go away and run
It had left me with sensational burn
I was burning with deep desire
I did all my best to admire
She was not the commodity on hire
But she was like volcano and live wire
Whenever I tried to go so close?
She made hostile reaction with pose
I failed to convey the trust and to repose
She almost smiled at me like rose
I think not to touch her in life time
She was not in my mind as object prime
She almost came as surprise in life
Now I was dreaming about making her wife
Love has failed many in their journey
They might have spent lots of money
The love which I was trying was very precious
I wished to remain with her almost continuous
She might have misjudged me and declined
I was desperate and mostly inclined
I still had to probe deep in her mind
There was yet no answer from her to find
I tested her will and desire
She was almost on fire
I was set to score on her
It was crucial test here and here
I will not mind if I swim or sink
I will watch her without any blink
I have given enough time to think
I must find good and durable link
She was there in my mind
I thought I must find
She must be at ease
I shall give her all peace
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No Sense
He was drunk and had no sense
Fell down on ground and remained tense
'What will family members think about'? he thought
He could remember and feared actual fall out
People resort to drinking to forget heavy losses
To get fresh ideas on how to manage other sources
It is either love failure or deception from friends
Under all circumstances it is surely leading to tragic end
He had no such compelling ground
He had no grudge against anybody or around
Something worried him for unknown reasons
What would happen to them if he ceases to be a living person?
Hypothetical question and imagined worries
He was under tremendous pressure and carried
It was one sort of anxiety and unawareness
That stuck to his mind and was unable to face
What shall an ordinary man do when faced with fear?
Go for advices from friends or lend the ears?
If not then what is easy option to forget?
Little pegs or two can have pressure to let go
He missed the steps and again dashed to ground
His balance was lost and he could never find
Yet something troubled his mind and he missed a bit
He was violently struck on ground and had head hit
I saw him struggling with whatever strength he had
He was slave of drunken stage and felt very sad
I just extended helping hand for him to regain
He was helpless and could hardly express in pain
I took him to nearby safe place
Where he can escape from vehicle's chase
It thought of him for a while and felt sorry
Is this the only way to forget the worries?
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Nice to see you
"Hello, nice to see you here"
I was stunned to hear her
She was long time friend on line
I felt so excited and very fine
I wished her a happy life and good health
And she reciprocated it with equal warmth
"What a way to remember long time friend!
Even if with not in speaking terms can be mended
I felt like rushing to her
She was nice and very kind to care
I memorized her by saying many good things
You remember a friend for small or minute things
She was quick enough to invite in her land
An invitation very rare to refuse from friend
I was so much moved by her gesture
Saw an opportunity to see her in future
How do you remember so minutely?
I asked her in confidence lately
She was firm with reply and smiled
"You are so sweet" her reply was styled
You are white skinned woman
And I am man of dark complexion
She was not hesitant and acknowledged
Nice gesture with good humor well managed
It is common to find a person
You find some good things with reasons
But to stay for long with absence
And come out with same eagerness is real essence
You are lovely man with good nature
She was summing up with bold posture
I felt heavenly under the sky
She was worth to remember and try
As I was approaching evening in life
To find life time friend is to experience an edge of knife
It is difficult to judge and understand mentality
Yet it proved as an acid test with very good quality
I wondered about water pond in desert
She was same with all love to insert
I felt it unique in this hostile world
I felt gracious act on her part and lucky to be in her fold
People take an affront to friendship
Someone may remark it with bad sportsmanship
I always disregard their opinion and continue to surge
Accede to request and go on making new friends with strong urge
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No Simple Life
Life is simple but not for me
It's just not easy doing ABC
People think that I'm lazy
I just thought I was going crazy
It's hard to do my work I find
Because It's always on my mind
Reading, writing and arithmetic
Do I really have to do it
Not being able to read, write or spell
Living in this bubble of hell
I try to escape from thoughts and strife
No one knows my secret life
Or the struggle that I face each day
Dyslexia is real and it's here to stay.
Life is simple, it's just not easy.
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From deep inside
Smile comes from deep inside
If you have dream with full desire outside
It gives some sort of contentment
A means to smile for happy moment
I am not sure for airing open views
But yes certainly it was very much due
As I heard he had proposed for me in open
Among all friends and that too with surprise and sudden
I have made tremendous success
All the essential things with easy access
I keep smiling with light heart
As time has taught me to show it as an art
Not to loose heart with little problems
As my roots were deep in soil and coming out of stem
I could withstand any onslaught caused by nature
I had full commitment towards life for future
Not a day passes off when I am not seized
With the thought of permanent settlement before being ceased
Any girl with good fame may want it to be the top priority
Not to suffer with any kind of the inferiority
I keep all doors and windows open
Let the fresh air make entry and flow in
I get the fancy ideas with cool breeze
To come out in open from the deep freeze
Big smile instead of keeping self in barren desert
That is real beautify of person while taking part in concert
No out side worries enter peaceful mind
Disturb with mantle fabric from where unable come out and find
I laugh it out as matter of no concern
Good days may pass off easily with arrival of bad days in turn
Under such scenario smile helps a lot
I remain unperturbed and quiet
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A Lonely Wife
A lonely Wife
Nice words said, sweet words spoken
Such a deep feeling love, or words just a token
She's comfortable with him, he's so good to her
She thinks it's love, a companion for life
She thought love would last, when he made her his wife
She has the whole world at her feet, she has nothing to fear anymore
No one screaming at her, no one beating her or knocking her to the floor
This must be the way love is meant to be
This is what marriage is like, she is finally free
Why does she find herself so sad and lonely
He loves her, she pledged her life to him only
What's wrong with her, she has everything
His loving her without showing it doesn't mean anything
She will continue life forever, as it stands
She has it so good now, living her life in his hands
She will never speak up about how she feels
With his kindness and love, she still heals
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Not meant to be silent
You were not meant to be silent
You got to be responsive and resilient
There is nothing more to give vent
This is feeling which is to be sent
There may be none for person
He may be neglected for any reason
Yet he is true and to the cause
Why do you leave him? Because.....
It is not the starts that make the union
There may be difference of opinion
But no one disregards for no fault
The friendship is not something like to be guarded in vault
You may not like to see bright day
You may prefer black night in your way
Still there lies preference
One can differentiate and draw inference
I shall not seek personal audience
It was desire the day you left since
It was like putting salt in wound
I felt no pinch even if it was found
Whatever may be the grievance?
There is no use to continue hence
Forgiveness is best option given
We are never narrowly driven
It has been tradition since years
We are used to bad words to hear
Still they appear nice and acceptable
As we did accept it as respectable
You had entered as thin air
I was compelled to see your beautiful hair
You moved in with elegant style
I was totally lost for a while
You smiled and left the room
There prevailed again the gloom
I came out of room and went for stroll
She remained through out in mind like doll
It can be taken as good sign
At least she was inclined and resigned
The whole concept was to be redesigned
She stood there perfect in new dress design
She had her own idea about life to be spent
She had preferred not palace but the tent
She never commented about poor condition
It was her way of living without precondition
You faced many set backs
The kindness you had proved simple draw back
You were easily carried away and sunk
I treated you well even though was fully drunk
You took complete shift by surprise
You did not allow sun to rise
You made up your mind to wind
All past connections no where to find
It was bound to cast gloom as you decided
Severance of all relations yet not to be confided
It was pure and individual perception to follow
At least as a friend I had no other option but to allow
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Strong Metal
What ever your strong metal may be
Still you are not free
Criticism from friends and relatives
As they are critical and very subjective
You might excel in general way
Still some dejection may take you away
You may feel some deficiency
If you remain childless with lots of sufficiency
Life without kids is unimaginable
People may taunt you of being not capable
That may be insult hurled at you
You won’t be able to look trough
It is pinching you very deep
You can’t think more over it and weep
It is none of your fault
Still its impact is felt
You are not taken not lightly
Your fate is not expressed rightly
There may be some natural defect
Why people should think wrong and react?
Children are welcomed at right age and in time
They are taken as god’s gift and treated as such sometimes
They are creating environment very conducive to human mind
The child is link between all matters that is driving people blind
We are after all very sensitive to some of the insults
That is inherent and cowardly inbuilt
We can not come out of it even if tried
So many things are hidden and even lied
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Missed Chance
It was missed chance
Such type of moments comes only at once
Consider it as heavenly sent chance
That takes place in two heart's presence
I knew of your double mind
You were confused for real joy to find
You had everything at your disposal
As it needed no fresh proposal
Certainly my heart missed a beat
As there was tremendous warmth and heat
You were hanging in my arms
Was it a signal before storms?
The joy was reflected on your face
Was it an end of passion or mad race?
I could decide nothing and left it to you
The feelings and attachment was only true
It is timely aggression and gentle flow
It can take anybody by surprise with blow
One must think seriously and become slow
As it may be last chance to think and go
I smiled at your sudden withdrawal
Even though it was expected on arrival
You may retrace step and lay in dilemma
As this was life time question and not drama
I let you go silently and watched
I was up in bed and thoroughly searched
Asked question many times to own soul
Was there any fault with me or any foul?
The answer may never be found
As it has its own reality ground
One must be thorough with what one is doing
Rest all follows with clear understanding
I bet she was wrong at that time
As decision has to be taken sometimes
Time waits for none and opportunity is lost
One may never know how much it has cost
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Little tolerent
Nature has taught us to be tolerant
Forget about past and live in present
Try to adjust with changing mood
As mind and body both need fresh food
Don’t try to stagnate and sit idle
If you are really enterprising and capable
World may be full of problems and troubles
But try to face it and never crumble
We have to learn from the nature
It only protects our future
It has much to give in return
We must look forward and positively turn
Nature has never deceived
Even thought enough of cruelty is received
Trees are cut and deforestation is on large scale
Time is not far off when our face may turn pale
Nature is changing fast
It is feared world may soon last
Desert is experiencing snow
Rive are in spate and madly flow
The earth is often threatened with tremors
Shocks are sometimes not observed
But wherever it has taken place
Complete destruction is caused in all the cases
We have polluted every field
Nothing is to be secretly yield
We may not be in position to hold little later
Earth may look barren and there won’t be anything to cater
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I was fool
Believe me that pass was unintentional
I was never different but fool very much original
Any one would come near by and cut a joke
Leave me in little confusion with masterly stoke
I will always be thinking of traditional approach
I will feed odd when some of the females come near as such
It is not that I like no company of good female friends at all
But their closeness and bold move compelled me to make a call
They all know of my shyness and reserved nature
I hesitate to reveal secrets when go very near
They will treat me like precious crowned jewel
As they believe in me for everything and surely tell
They may have single aim when try to subdue me
As I never restricted any one and allowed them to be free
I was not to judge them by their secret adventure
In any manner they were to be my choice for the future
“Hello, how long you are going be bachelor”?
I turned back to find some pretty girl asking for
No, not for long as I am too in frantic search
“But why query to me, do you envy interest as such?
I don’t know where from I could gather the strength
She was picking me from right direction with good length
I was to be bowled out any how at an appropriate time
“She can be my right choice” I thought she could be sometimes
She had no hesitation in picking the right mood
Smiled gently with mild gesture and correctly understood
Held my hand in earnest appeal and murmured
“Yes dear, you are my choice” and here I offer
I was fool alright but not that much to reject outright
She had given me the option with enough of light
Choice was with me to seize the moment with yes or no
I could resist no temptation as I had some limit to know
I won’t say that she was all that beautiful like rose flower
But had very good smile on face enough for any cloud to shower
It was right moment to go in for proposal with acknowledgement
She had not only knocked me out with smile but with eyes movement
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Mental Peace
I dreamed whole night to have mental peace
But alas! It dodged me and did not come at ease
So it was feared I may not have it at all
Yet I attempted for it and waited for its descent call
I saw friend named shanti i.e. peace in shadow
It was almost cooling breeze coming through window
I called for her acceptance as friend and admirer
But to my utter surprise she turned out to be teacher
She is at peace with two little children
The luck has played misfortune even
Yet she is stubborn and smiling face
I found her with all possible grace
She has two little kids in form of “Darshan” and “Roshan”
Darshan means audience and Roshan means vision
Person can be termed no less lucky if such things are at door
She can definitely be wealth person and not poor
A person is not by her eloquence alone
It needs philosophical touch and wisdom born
A person never looses race even if confronted
As the desired result is always wanted
Hope it is not misunderstood sometimes
I will give her full marks for bold stand
Normal person gets discouraged and have different trend
Here she is no where near a loosing side
Her perception angle is different and very wide
I would praise her not because she is female
But she has proved more than a male
In normal circumstances person should have ended struggle
But here she stood well on ground well and avoided trouble
I want her all the success in life
Life in short is like cutting edge of knife
I want the flowers to boom in beautiful garden
Without waiting for any season with burden
I would love to be her close mate
To encourage in an attempt to defeat
Yes that is an indication to stand in real
Share it at every level and honestly feel
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Gloomy Faces
Many gloomy faces are around
Generally ridden with worries but occasionally found
It forces us to think more about their perception
Where as it is definitely a real question
World ends for them with single failure
They have no clue or any solution for its cure
They may bear heavy load at heart and mind
Show to the people that they are serious but not blind
'I tried my level best to save the life but failed'
One of my close relatives confided in mail
Now I am alone in world and rudderless
How will I carry on endlessly and face?
Some of the incidences are purely accidental
They may sometimes prove costly and fatal
It is beyond reach or control of human being
They forecast misfortune and bring untold sufferings
Man can bear setbacks up to certain level
Beyond it they may not be able to withstand or tell
So entire burden rides on them and appears on the face
Behavior comes to sudden changes in such cases
Well, this can be taken as natural
Some people may express orally
Some people may cry loud and express grief
But that impression stays for only brief
As life is full of uncertainties and misfortunes
A person can't remain alive and alert to its tunes
Some of the set backs can dishearten a person
It may multiply or reduce the impact by many reasons
If person can pick little threads
And remain stand fast and continue to lad
Then it will be considered as big achievement
We should not be over come by such sad developments
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Welcome
“Dear wake up and get ready”
You are air borne and heavenly abode
No use of your staying here and spoiling others
God has specially sent us to pick you up as HE bothers
You have done enough disservice to mankind
Among self centered people, you were only little kind
We searched many eligible but could not find
Would you come along with us if you don’t mind?
I couldn’t believe the words as there was no reality
I was never kind but ruthless and adopted cruelty
Conceded the point that there may be some error
I thought of seeing self once more in mirror
God may have his own way of tackling the issues
Springing the surprise and offering the dues
I thought I might be the first person to get the invitation
Chest just broadened up with joy and excitation
Lavish treatment and extravagance at disposal
Not bad, but very good I thought was a proposal
Waited eagerly for anxious moments to realize
Remembered all incidences of life and summarize
Soon I sensed some trouble and gamble
Many people were standing and in shamble
I too would be just one of them and standing
I should have refused, escaped and evaded
I was ushered in with all the respect
I had enough time to see and inspect
May be some special occasion together and call
Greet them and …………….
You have done enough damage and harm
Your relation with all were hostile and not warm
You never thought of helping the poor
Confined to self and shut the door
You were shame on humanity
There was no use of your continuity
So you are called here with special mission
Call for all your misacts and admissions
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Always To Greet With
Always to greet with 'good morning 'and start
This is our tradition and has remained as part
Whenever I see close friend on line I sincerely wish
Welcome with sentiments and delightfully finish
I said to friend 'what is there in morning and evening? '
It must always end with ever lasting joy and smiling
I for one shared this concept right from the beginning
Give all kind of expressions and bring on their face little shining
I often say it with smile and style
That speaks of you magnificently meanwhile
Words sometimes may remain in close file
But gesture speaks in volumes all the while
Happiness is something like to be shown in its kind
You need not go in open market to find
It is not the commodity to be out rightly purchased
Sometimes it is eluding but needs to be constantly chased
One of my friend lives far but always closer to heart
I feel as if she is inseparable and dominant part
Whenever we meet some pleasant exchanges are made
But not revealing each others mind as secret trade
I have named her 'oldie' but nice hearted person
She is there as teacher, glider and available in all the seasons
I quite frankly enter into skirmishes and alter the scene
But she may come up with fierce mood and real chance to be seen
She is great but what do I dream for her?
Nothing but a wish to see smile from her
A rare quality to be witnessed from human being
But equally to be seen from birds when they sing
She is wealthy but not poor in any of the aspects
She responds in immediate manner with respect
I still tease her to invite some hostile reaction
She flares up in rage but offers smooth action
She stands as star alone in the sky
Twinkle at night and force me to fly
With all my fancy and ideals
She is in fact lovely person and quality in real
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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As A Friend
Can you tell me as a friend?
Where life starts and world end
May I fail to catch glimpse of beauty?
Will not everyone laugh at me with pity?
Am I carried away by simple look?
Is it purely decoy and luring hook?
As fishes near the food and caught
Battle is lost without being fought
Why I only saw emerging fresh hope
Earnest desire with balanced walk on rope
Was that not open challenge to face?
Soon to fade out and out of race
Fine attempt to survive with glory and pride
Mo mixing of words and emotions to hide
Every angle has different stories to tell
How many may succeed with ends so well
Is it wrong to offer solace and stand as rock?
Morning alarm voice from creature like cock
Setting aside them as mere sign of weakness
Live pulse push to meet and feel oneness
Is the desire root cause of problem?
Can any nation survive without its emblem?
Is it not the earnest feeling and desire?
Will we not be failing to praise and admire?
Countless questions raging peaceful mind
Solution not in sight and answers never find
Can you not act wise and be so kind?
I shall promise to stay not as blind
I found you with His blessings and grace
Life would have been challenge and hurdles to face
Should have fallen out of grace to face ordeal
Wounds would have aggravated without hope to heal
I may end this by not saying good bye
You may not be seen as birds go and fly
It was earnest attempt and try
I will accept it as fate and never cry
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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