Stood at the Door
She was dejected and stood at the door
All roses were scattered on the floor
As if to show displeasure at their beauty
Nothing helped her to feel bad and pity
She is not alone and lonely
But gifted with beauty heavenly
I venture to dare at her smile
She care too hoots for while
She has life with stress
I can visible see on her face
Yet it is beautiful and graceful race
I want her to find some lovely trace
She herself is heavenly flower
Smells fragrance when rain showers
Who can understand her than only few?
I have failed to have little glimpse and view
She is alone and at home
Waiting for me to welcome
I rush toward her place
Only to find her smiling face
I would want her hopes to revive
She stands high and definitely survives
What else to feel so lonely at home?
When I am near and make her feel some?
She has all capabilities
There lies her grace and beauties
Her word is last for me and simple
She stands so lovely in dress purple
I have all her greens
She has to stand fast and win
May be she is also very keen
As I have stood near and always have been
My all gestures are warm
They pose no threat or harm
What can I expect from her at this time?
A lovely smile with of course close breathe sometimes
She is life and means for time to tell
I hope everything to go well
Future may stand tall and definitely speak
She has to be strong and feeble or weak
How to define what I am?
The root has to hold with stem
It will create bond and strengthen
She will then not be alone even
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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When I’m lonely
When I’m lonely
i think for bit,
why do i feel
this bitter loneliness
When I’m lonely
I see people around me
MAKING ME feel
more lonely & everything
still seems the same
When I'm lonely
I sit at home
hold my pen,
take my copybook
& start writing poems
writing what sad life i have
When I'm lonely
I scream at the world
why people become more
selfish & betrayers
Why do I have to be lonely,
Is there no one can understand Me
When I’m lonely
I imagine there is Only
Me in this world,
Just me being lonely
it's better than being with people,
Cause there is no one
Can understand Me
When I’m lonely
I close my eyes,
and I hope to wake up
To surprise,
I hope to find
Some one who'd truely understand Me
Not loneliness to guide me
When I’m lonely
I Come close from God
and then i find that
there is nothing better than
being close from God,
Cause there is no one can understand
except the God,
.................When I’m lonely
..............I put a fake smile on my
.......Face and cheat the
.........................whole world by it.
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Secret O Life
The secret of life is enjoying the passage of time
Any fool can do it
There aint nothing to it
Nobody knows how we got to
The top of the hill
But since were on our way down
We might as well enjoy the ride
The secret of love is in opening up your heart
Its okay to feel afraid
But dont let that stand in your way
cause anyone knows that love is the only road
And since were only here for a while
Might as well show some style
Give us a smile
Isnt it a lovely ride
Sliding down
Gliding down
Try not to try too hard
Its just a lovely ride
Now the thing about time is that time
Isnt really real
Its just your point of view
How does it feel for you
Einstein said he could never understand it all
Planets spinning through space
The smile upon your face
Welcome to the human race
Some kind of lovely ride
Ill be sliding down
Ill be gliding down
Try not to try too hard
Its just a lovely ride
Isnt it a lovely ride
Sliding down
Gliding down
Try not to try too hard
Its just a lovely ride
Now the secret of life is enjoying the passage of time
song performed by by James Taylor
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A little love
Little love plays music
Even for a second if you get it from magic
When whole world is like mirage and illusion?
Sustain and hold it without any confusion
It is not double edged weapon
In any season it may come on
It needs fresh air and wind
You will always see and find
There is fragrance and charm
It is affectionate and warm
It mushrooms but does no harm
Let it to rest in your arm
It has all the messages
Smooth and lovely passage
It has not even little hatred
We got to believe and be led
I shall prefer nothing
If love has something
Do we find anywhere gentle smile?
You may not find wrinkle for a while
Give love a simple try
Don’t think much or feel shy
There is no or little scope to ask why?
Even the birds wait for it and fly
It has its own charm and music
It airs the rhythm and simple magic
Your feet refuse to advance
They may try to wait for glance
Let it prevail all over
It needs no veil or cover
It has universal appeal
All type of hatred stands repealed
If I have the chance to reign the scene
I shall create the things to be seen
It may stand unique in all eyes
Everything else will stand as gone byes
Breathe the air that has feeling
Exhale the air that is willing
Invite them all for closer watch
The beauty of flowers is to see and not to catch
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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You Beautiful One
Oh you with the great smile and beautiful face
In my heart for you there is a special place
So often you have helped for to make my day
And so lovely to see you is all I can say
You are one I always feel happy to meet
So beautiful and without any conceit
I feel very lucky why otherwise pretend
To know and to have you as a mentor and friend
In your mind full of insights great wisdom abound
Your intelligence and knowledge of life is profound
You are the person many do wish to know
And with the passing of time your friends in numbers do grow
So warm and caring and free of any guile
You beautiful one with a beautiful smile.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Never Leave You Alone
I stand there, alone
with the roses in my hand
Like a child i smiled and cried
How difficult to say goodbye
I rather say Hi without any reply
Than accept your bye
I stand there by your side
On your quiet land
The roof of your hidden room
In marked ground by your name
I stand there, alone
tried to remember your face
Because i cant wake you from sleep
Talking how miss time we had
I m sorry for not being there
When they sent you to your new house
But now i come with fresh rose
Hope you feel presence of me
I am here with you
The clouds turn gloomy dark
But i have darker tears
My mouring rain
Pouring in pain
Dropped
Fallen
Stained
on your bed
I stand there, close to you
A little smile on my face
Thinking you're free, finished the race
from cruel world tricky maze
The past worries flew
Holding faith warm
Now no more harm
To blink your mind
In this wood chamber
Sleep well my dear
Sleep by the underground arm
Laying roses for you
wont cry forever for you
My tears gone dried to cry
My prayers never let you alone
Company your days in woody home
Take all our times together with you
Will keep you alive in my breathe
Each breathe i breathing with you
Keeps us together
Till i hold my last breathe
Here, witnessed by whom read this
You've met your destiny
Walk through mystery gateway
The door of eternity to a new life
The real world is just began
Soon I will come for you
Stop cry, i do
Time run fast and still running
Be near to you
I am coming for You
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Beauty is everywhere
Beauty is everywhere
Only person should dare
Enjoy it to full extent
We remain no cause to resent
Beauty and joy is for ever
In every season everywhere
In nature, in people and in flowers
And why do we forget about rainy showers?
What do I see in flower?
Its fragrance or color
What do I smell when go near?
With curiosity, love or fear
Many have opined about beauty
I consider it most in the almighty
It is with his blessing that we all have eyes
To see and appreciate with no try
I feel sad when think of its tenure
How much it may last? I am not sure
It may even be crushed under feet
Next time I may not see when come again to greet
I am sue one thing
It has magnificent pull for something
Our feet move only in that direction
For swift and smooth action
Beauty can be seen on mother's face
Beautiful horse participating in race
Or lovely garden with colorful roses
Where you have different option to choose
I say with full knowledge
As it must have no edge
It is as natural as possible
Pick it or pluck it if it is permissible
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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To a Friend
I had made promise
To be friendly and nice
As her name stood well for name
I sincerely praised her and never blamed
Today she has her birthday
I wish it to become shining and special day
All relatives and friends may be wishing
I need my silver button to brass with polishing
What would is ay to her?
A bouquet in hand to offer
With wishes of long life
Peaceful and sans strife
Smile costs nothing
It conveys beautifully something
If you can offer little happiness
That may reflect cleverly on your face
I would wish you to be friendly
Never a thought in your mind to reveal sadly
That can be real wish on this very beautiful day
Keep always in mind of never going away
Not eyes, face or language may speak
They may only infuriate and make you weak
Just little gesture may make all that beautiful
Life then would be so lovely and purposeful
I may not like stars and moon
As they may disappear soon
But you may remain for long
Even if sometimes I may go wrong
Let roses not fade away from the scene
As it will be auspicious day to be seen
You may shine in your beautiful dress
A lovely smile to be watched on face
Smile you always bear and make it as habit
Many good things mar revolve around your orbit
You shall remain there as dominating force
I shall look with smiles at you of course
Wish your happiness may never fade
You may have all the way clear to trade
What you may not find always gone year
I shall wish you loudly in your ears
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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My Beauty
There’s are days when you just wanna feel like a beauty in everyone’s eyes. But there’s always a butt head to make you feel less then you are I believe if you think or know you are then you are. It’s only what you make of it. There are times when I don’t feel beauty at but I think of what I always told myself. “My beauty is not just a pretty face. The beauty I have is a brand new sent of peace. My beauty is lovely peace sense of laughing out loud. My beauty is like an oak wooden chair that my daddyand I love to sit and think in. My beauty is a graceful smile I give her everyday.
My beauty I have is a great sense of style that I have to show the world. My beauty is my fragrant smell of lavender on my skin and hair. Beauty that I want is a 5 star hotel that someday I will stay in when I’m famous. Beauty is my toned color of the skin on my body. My beauty slowly surely of love i feel for you.
Beauty is my sleek smooth skin of my true beauty is deep within me. Now I know the sign of beauty I was bless with.
poem by Evevona Plummer
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Own reflection
Mirror has its own reflection
It does not need any speaking action
You stand before and it will speak
Make you very strong and not weak
Some needs action from our side
Some are already inside
Why do they want memory to come out?
Why love should find words all about?
Any beautiful object needs attention
Special care with nice and lovely mention
This way we respect the wishes of almighty
Who is always seen in the glamour and beauty?
Some are to be adored in open
Some are to be embraced and kissed even
Some are to be kept in steel safe and forgotten
Remember at time when time is enough often
Is it not fair to be seen with nice flowers?
To get wet with rainy showers?
To feel pulse of what is not said
Way is open but seize is laid
I shall prefer to die but not utter
A single word in dishonor or murmur
What do I say where do you live?
It matter of trust and make to believe
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Sweetie, Start the Day with a Smile
Sweetie, start the day with a smile
Your smile always melts my heart
So I am here imagining that you are smiling
It brings out the best face for you
Smile, you are so lovely smiling Sweetie
I hope you slept and have woken up well
I know you are as lovely as ever
I pray that you have a lovely song in your heart
I hope you are happy this morning
All these come out when you are smiling Sweetie
Because your face is the mirror of your heart
Smile is the language of joy and love
Smile is a way to a successful day
Smile every moment that's worth living
Your smile wins my heart Sweetie
So keep a smile on your face today!
I keep smiling by imagining your smile
Your smile is the diamond on Sweetie's face
poem by Nyota Yasulwe
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Fontinella To Florinda
When on my bosom thy bright eyes,
Florinda, dart their heavenly beams,
I feel not the least love surprise,
Yet endless tears flow down in streams;
There's nought so beautiful in thee,
But you may find the same in me.
The lilies of thy skin compare;
In me you see them full as white:
The roses of your cheeks, I dare
Affirm, can't glow to more delight.
Then, since I show as fine a face,
Can you refuse a soft embrace?
Ah! lovely nymph, thou'rt in thy prime!
And so am I, while thou art here;
But soon will come the fatal time,
When all we see shall disappear.
'Tis mine to make a just reflection,
And yours to follow my direction.
Then catch admirers while you may;
Treat not your lovers with disdain;
For time with beauty flies away,
And there is no return again.
To you the sad account I bring,
Life's autumn has no second spring.
poem by Jonathan Swift
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Voices That Care
Lonely fear lights up the sky
Cant help but wonder why
Youre so far away
There, you have to take a stand
In someone elses land
Life can be so strange
I wish we never had to choose
To either win or lose,
That we could find a way
But I wont turn my back again,
Your honor Ill defend
So hurry home,
Till then
Stand tall
Stand proud
Voices that care are crying out loud
And when you close your eyes tonight
Feel in your heart how our love burns bright
Im not here to justify the cause
Or to count up all the loss
Thats all been done before
I just cant let you feel alone
When theres so much love at home
Were sending out to you
And the courage that youve known
The bravery that youve shown
Clearly lights the way
We pray to make the future bright
To make the wrong things right
(rap):
Right or wrong, were all praying youll remain strong
Thats why were all here and singing along
Stand tall
Stand proud
Voices that care are crying out loud
And when you close your eyes tonight
Feel in your heart how our love burns bright
And when you close your eyes tonight
Feel in our heart how our love burns bright
You are the voice,
You are the light
Stand tall
Stand proud
Voices that care are crying out loud
And when you close your eyes tonight
Feel in your heart how our love burns bright
Stand tall
Stand proud
Voices that care are crying out loud
And when you close your eyes tonight
Feel in your heart how our love burns bright
You are the voice and the guiding light
Feel in your heart how our love burns bright
song performed by by New Edition
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About The Beauty
I tried to write about the beauty
but failed to catch words as could find only few
She was symbol of complete universe
Melody and rhythm interwoven with verse
Anybody would loose concentration
Try to have strong bond with warm relation
She was least concerned and looked at none
I dreamt about her and tried to go close to be someone
She was murmuring with gentle voice
I could hear nothing as there was so much noise
She might be talking with small children
I thought she may address to me even
I felt chill in bottom of my heart
She represented herself as lovely piece of an art
I had no idea from where to start
So decided to leave her at this point and depart
God has given her ample opportunity
She has talent and extra ordinary quality
Even though she is to some extent dependent
She has herself to venture and create an event
She is on the ground but make us airborne
It is nice creation on earth and gives nice turn
Life as such may be felt barren if she proved defiant
We must feel happy to find her as she may prove star and reliant
In all the forms her role has remained dominant
She may not have the solutions in sight very urgently
Yet may stand by us and give inspirational guidance
That can alter the course and prove decisive at once
From object point of view she has been pained very weak
But we have kept females under domination and not allowed to speak
She was seen and meant to be life partner
We were to protect her with safety as Gardner
I left the idea of writing purely as an object
At one point of time I had tried to resist and reject
She is not the object to be defined from one angle
Its real beauty is realized only when resulted into triangle
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A song for
I haven’t seen her face
Still I am in race
Prayed God for his grace
I must find her or trace
What a magical pull?
There prevails complete lull
Cool breeze laden with heavy dews
I wait for her creation to review
She is really a spell bound
Fragrance of flower and nature’s sweetness found
It looks so logical and sound
I feel she is somewhere around
Lovely site with beautiful creations
To the point with no more questions
It is an end for earnest quest
She is with me by a simple request
Her gesture and feelings are very warm
I have found her without any harm
I can feel the pulse of her heart beats
She is in creations with unsurpassable feats
Where will I really find?
Hear her words so kind
What is actually worrying my mind?
She is virtual heavenly gift for blind
How to sing song in her honor?
How to remain admirer and lover?
She is silent flow of the river
I am caught up with fragrance fever
She may not be near and to be seen
Her poems are spell bound with new scenes
It shall remain as precious treasure
I am elated with joy with no way to measure
I have determined to g it alone
My garden should not be devastated by cyclone
Let flowers of all colors boom
I shall sit and enjoy in room
Don’t stop your views to air
It may be totally unfair
I shall watch it to come through window
I have waited enough for it to allow
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Lonely Boy
Now that summer's here
I feel so lonely
Because I've gone from seeing you every day
To not seeing you at all
I regret not spending more time together
Really, it's what we both wanted
But neither knew the other wanted it
But now that time has passed
And I feel lonely.
I miss seeing your face everyday
Because you light up the room whenever you smile
And it made me smile too
It made me happy
But now we're never in the same room
And I feel lonely.
I miss laughing with you
Laughing at something only we would understand -
Because of our special bond -
And laughing again at the weird looks people gave us
But now we're too serious
And I feel lonely.
I hate not talking to you
Because, honestly, it's what I enjoy most in life —
Talking to you, whatever the topic -
But now we're too quiet
And I feel lonely.
I miss being the one there to comfort you
I hated seeing you upset
So I would do whatever it took to make you happy
Because that made me happy
You trusted me with even your most personal problems
And I trusted you with mine
But now some of that trust between us is gone
And I feel lonely.
I hate waking up everyday
Knowing that I will not see you
The thought of seeing you helped me out of bed in the morning
Because all I wanted was to be near you
But now I won't see you
And I feel lonely.
I hate thinking of what might come
If you'll take the worn path
Or become someone you're not
Or if we'll drift apart
You drift away
And leave me lonely.
poem by Daniele Cerasoli
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Grow Old
Yes, yes one must grow old
To find life’s gold
You have yet to unfold
Many things which remains untold
Child age is totally different
People consider you as heavenly sent
You are seen as an innocent creature
Lovely smile on face for future
Youth is spent on making drive
Earnest attempt to struggle and survive
Life may be seen as close and live object
May offer many challenges to excel with acts
Yet something might be left behind
You may have little time left to find
You were very desperate to reach an end
Even though it was not appreciated trend
Still many loop holes were to be plugged
You had to go very bold but still begged
You did everything to gain position
It did not pose then any question
Now the time is to reap the harvest
So far you have tried your best
It was destiny hour and acid test
You have now ample time to rest
You can no feel fully satisfied
You were honest and never lied
The result is before you
As you have proved very true
One must conclude positively
Live life giant size and actively
It is not our concern to assess the past
As life is moving rapidly and very fast
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Sir, Good Morning
“Sir, good morning and God bless you”
I was in half asleep and half awake but not through
This caused me no irritation but brought to immediate sense
It was about to be fine morning and had no reason to be tense
Some one was standing half way in the door
May be woman in her thirty but seemingly poor
I was delighted to see her with innocent smile
It was enough to cause me happiness for while
I was on tour and had come with such encounters several times
It never caused some kind of embarrassment any time
This was the healthy practice followed from ancient times
Well preserved and traditional custom to forget bad memories sometimes
I liked to venture on open road sides in new cities
Many children may rush to me with smile and niceties
I will never look at their appearance or dress
It will make me so glad and happy with smiles on their face
“Gentleman, what can we do for service”?
What an elegant way of asking with full confidence and promises
World has definitely changed and adapted to new awakening
It is pleasing to ears and really heartening
Such kind gestures were in existence even this before
We must adopt it in our day to day life therefore
What can it cost if we offer simple words of gesture?
Certainly a promised stare in return for sure
Flowers are best medium for exchanging good will
They are accepted by all and in existence still
Some of the flowers with fragrance spread the message
Their imprint on book even adore the headlines on page
Whenever I find some response with flowers
I feel enough of joy as if experienced in rainy showers
What a magic does it create in body and mind?
How to express it in words as I am unable to find?
Some of the countries have fine tradition of welcoming
You may really be overwhelmed and feel home coming
Those words may sound like echo and refresh the memory
Well, sound enough to remove stress and slight worry
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Too Close and Beauty Hurts
To be in the face of Beauty-
and she was Beauty-
is intimidating;
there is the desire to
not be close
for being close intensifies the
sense of inadequacy.
It is a shock to be in the face of beauty
and there arises
at least for me
the desire to find just one flaw
to cling to.
I re-run that fleeting face
back through my mind
to find the way to sanity.
I don't have this view about Nature's beauty
which evidently I tolerate;
but personal beauty
is alive
inches from me everyday
which I face
at the elevator door,
which opens like
the doors of heaven
and there she is;
she and I
eye level to eye level
alone.
The awkward turn
to face the front;
arm-wrestling with the desire
to turn around to have another look;
the eyes themselves still resonate
with the image set
deep in the retina.
I can hear her breathe;
we two alone;
the elevator rising
I feel her there
at one point holding her breath
matching my withholding too.
Finally my floor;
relieved
I flee
confused
again by too much Beauty.
And she
I am sure
faired no better;
the tension was electric.
I sure she felt
I did not like her
nary ever a smile for her
stony silence
emanating from the back
of my neck.
I see her everyday
and nothing changes.
She is Beauty
and I am
intimidated.
We cannot be close.
or even friends.
It is that way I think
because
some people
churn my soul
especially the truly
beautiful ones.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Beautiful Home
I was at home
When you came to welcome
I was just your lovely friend
And you wanted it to end
To come near as much as possible
End the quest and put seal on final struggle
You embraced and proposed for divine bond
I consented to it as I was very much fond
Till that day onward
You are living piece with all the words
I speak with you under the influence of intoxication
Well deserved words of thanks and with appreciation
Life would have been incomplete
Had you been not there with me to compete?
Life had posed many ups and down
We hade jointly accepted it and owned
I look back with happy smile
When you are with me even for while
I hold your hand and speak nothing
My eyes do the rest and speak something
I don't know what the world will be like
But with your company there was nothing to strike
You had filled my life with all the happiness
Any would blindly pass the words on face
What would have been my fate without you?
If I had to pass with troubled time through
You were an embodiment of strong rock
All the waves retreated after being struck
I have waited long for this memorable event
When you would be sitting next to comment
I must pass few words in your praise
'Oh, my lady you have made me enough to run after and chase
What a lovely lady and beautiful you were!
I was waiting for you in window to stare
Now I sit in lovely compound
You are seen with flowers and happily to be found
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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At Beautiful Home
I was at home
When you came to welcome
I was just your lovely friend
And you wanted it to end
To come near as much as possible
End the quest and put seal on final struggle
You embraced and proposed for divine bond
I consented to it as I was very much fond
Till that day onward
You are living piece with all the words
I speak with you under the influence of intoxication
Well deserved words of thanks and with appreciation
Life would have been incomplete
Had you been not there with me to compete?
Life had posed many ups and down
We hade jointly accepted it and owned
I look back with happy smile
When you are with me even for while
I hold your hand and speak nothing
My eyes do the rest and speak something
I don't know what the world will be like
But with your company there was nothing to strike
You had filled my life with all the happiness
Any would blindly pass the words on face
What would have been my fate without you?
If I had to pass with troubled time through
You were an embodiment of strong rock
All the waves retreated after being struck
I have waited long for this memorable event
When you would be sitting next to comment
I must pass few words in your praise
'Oh, my lady you have made me enough to run after and chase
What a lovely lady and beautiful you were!
I was waiting for you in window to stare
Now I sit in lovely compound
You are seen with flowers and happily to be found
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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