Think of lovely music
I think of lovely music
May be same divine magic
Deep love and pain mixed with joy
In silent corner to watch and enjoy
May be love has only one language
To take care of feelings and assuage
Little fingers moving in curly hair
Whole world at feet to find it here
Whole of my time is spent in search
You can’t find it in dark even with torch
Heart must be delighted with burning pain
There is place somewhere to cry and n wait for rain
As air thickens with lovely melody
It becomes concern of no body
It silences the sadness in corner
The fire is extinguished from the burner
It is possible words may not be understood
It is equally true not to have supplemented for food
But it has given some relief to know it better
Music can keep you love alive and nicely cater
Pain may vary with high and low tones
The doors slowly open and path is shown
Love may be meant to be embrace
Stand up in faith and make it truly to face
What it does with ailing mind?
It is dead already for nothing to find
Search has ended in failure
Life is uncertain and not sure
Not even wealth or drink may satisfy
They will add to woe and surely multiply
Nothing may come out of it even if you cry
You may feel dejected and nothing may be left to shy
There won’t be anything for coming to aid
So many good words are known to have said
Nothing is helping to come out of great shock
The eyes are paining as they run out of stock
Only few options are open to relax and enjoy
The nature is full of means to provide the joy
It is how we can pick the thread and tie
There is enough with bird’s wing to fly
Some language must be tried to convey
It can provide some relief much to our dismay
There is hidden strength in songs and music
It has something to do with anything that is tragic
Evenings may turn dry and noon so hostile
You can go for fresh air in morning meanwhile
Still nothing as such can compare the lovely melody
You may love to donate everything even if you are miser or greedy
There is divine blessings coupled with harmony
This might have not been experienced by many
Yet that has ruled several ailing mind with much relief
Music to ears is rare blessing and it is firm belief too
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Music
May I begin with music
It soothes my heart and mind
Surrounding me with melody
I feel lost in time
The melody so sweet
The inspiration high
With just a few notes
As the music goes by
Music can touch our lives
And bring about the rain
Music is a healer,
That can alleviate the pain
Music is for any emotion
That can fill your mind
With happiness or in sorrow
In music you can find
Whatever you are feeling
Let the music embrace
Let the pain run right through you
And the tears run down your face
poem by Meena Mustafa
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Cuckoo
All birds are distinct and have special character
We may not find them usually in every sector
They have their own way to serve the mankind
Each one holds prominence and has specialists of its kind
Cuckoo is only one with melodious voice
We exclaim and appreciate without any choice
She can air lovely music in air when breeze is cool
Arrival of sun shine may alert even fool
When air is thick with silence and peace
Cuckoo spreads music with simple ease
It may erase any sadness of previous day
New pulse and thoughts with simple way
Pleasant voice is simple music
Generates thrill and creates magic
God may gift it to one in million
Music with beauty may be real union
Cuckoo is black but melody queen
Everybody may listen to and very keen
Pigeon may be called peace ambassador
Cuckoo too may be God’s messenger
I may pray and wish her daily appearance
Draw the inspiration with simple inference
Should we not shed our daily difference?
Cuckoo may serve as ready made reference
We may prefer more cuckoos to crow
Never we feel older, even if grow
Life may be steady with space very slow
With melodious voice face may shine and glow
How this music has come into being?
You get music if you blow in hollow ring
Nature has its own course of providing music
It has natural blessings to serve spell of magic
Flowers, waterfalls and river add to melody
Music to ears is passion for everybody
Lovely cuckoo does it again for mankind
Morning peace descends on earth and pleases mind
Music leaves impact on blind and deaf
It is opening of new kind such as leaf
Human being always loved beautiful bird
Set in silence and peacefully heard
We are spell bound by the melodious songs
It stops person from doing anything wrong
It has blessings from the divine power
Always worshiped and found an answer
It makes lot of difference when it is heard in bird’s voice
What a melody in the ears in the morning devoid of noise
Think of vigor and strength that it offers to ailing body
Health with music and stable mind is anybody’s guess in body
Music has in built wonders in itself
Even birds can do it without any help
If we can resume and get aligned to theme
It is only way open to reach to HIM
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Because, music is my eternal life.......
When there is a song about love
then the music does become a soul of my heart
When I hug the melody of music
then I feel the spirit of words, traveling with me
When the voice of music passes in the air
then my ears are listening to its harmony
When I close my eyes and feel the rhythm of its music
then I dream an angel of its music goes around me
Melody is my love and the eternal music is my life
The music has its own story that plays with amazing emotions
and I can hear its beautiful song with touching rhythms
Let it be symphony, classic, jazz or hard rock
but everyone loves music which has only one language
in this universe that has known as Sound of Music.
Anyone who has no interest themselves in music
is nothing but dead bodies on the ground.
Because music is my eternal life.
poem by Ravi Sathasivam
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I and melody
It always formed as basic in my mind
It is hunted not from the mind of the blind
With such questions in mind it needed an answer
It could be found from genuine friends who were fewer
How melody can enhance the music in poetry?
What can influence more in its earnest entry?
It all invaded mind and made me restless
I was to find an answer and genuinely trace
I had reminded friends on my being as an ordinary poet
I normally preferred to remain calm and quiet
But one of my poetess friends forced me to explain
What formed hard core, nice poem and free from any pain?
“Poetry is strong arm of an art”
She asserted it with confidence to look very smart
I had fined her interesting at the start
I found her in tune with poetry touch and very much part
I added mixture of both to form basic
It looks then melodious and classic
Where else was I to go and find?
When Melody was always there to find?
I was in mood to elaborate as she remained at heart
The poems were right means and purest form of an art
It was berthing and spreading fragrance all the times
I used to enjoy it and smelt most of the times
She was to complain that it was music in absence of tune
How can you claim it flawless, without weakness and immune?
I emphasized it to be divine melody
It was not in the hands of anybody
Art is always in pure form
Only you should stay inform
The love and art definitely are inborn
In absence it may stand as if torn
I told her to enjoy lovely evening
Have full faith in art with clear leaning
In end it was bound to be always winning
As the rays are bright and shining
I asked her to be always nice
Stand firm in her promise
Poetry should not face sudden demise
As it is heavenly and divine device
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A Cuckoo to Resurace
The cuckoo has resurfaced
Lot of sadness and gloom I faced
The same melody in air and I raced
She was not to be seen or traced
I saw the need and tried
She almost disappeared and had lied
My all hopes on her bellied
I still hoped and believed
Have you seen the pigeons?
They might belong to any regions
Still they have good liens
They may not remain then aliens
She has enough of music in her
Lovely spell of magic around and here
I go after her here and there
She will jump one tree to another
It is lovely to be in her company
She may have admirers so many
She may prefer only one and accompany
It needs no wealth or lots of money
I wish she sings all the time
It is my only concern prime
I want the nature to be on her side
She holds my esteem and pride
I want to live with peace
It should be spent with ease
Love should excel and reign
Let new chapter open and begin
If there is magic spell
The surroundings may definitely tell
The world may turn into heaven from hell
Music may also remain spell bound and well
It s not what you desire or wish
It is not case of big or small fish
The pond may be large or small
The love may only be the call
Why some people are always appreciated?
Why some creatures are always necessitated?
It is by virtue of their being so lovely and good
They are wound healer, medicine or food
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Music & Me
Weve been together for such a long time now
Music, music and me
Dont care wether all our songs rhyme
Now music, music and me
Only know wherever I go
Were as close as two friends can be
There have been others
But never two lovers
Like music, music and me
Grab a song and come along
You can sing your melody
In your mind you will find
A world of sweet harmony
Birds of a feather will fly together
Now music, music and me
Music and me
song performed by by Michael Jackson
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Music Is Universal!
Music captures mind,
Moves heart and soul!
Music sways everyone
Both for joy and sorrow!
Music has no language
But absorbs all languages!
Music is food for love,
Creates mood for romance!
Music makes all dance
To its tunes long or short!
Music is divine for all
Whether it's East or West!
Music is eternal as Universe
As silent as divine everywhere!
poem by Ramesh T A
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Music Is Our Special Reserve
Think of a song without any tune,
It's like a forest without any birds,
Think of our Earth without the Moon,
Or a poem without any words.
We all know a song we love to hate,
Yet when heard it can still make us sing,
That's the power of music we just cannot wait,
To feel the joy those lyrics can bring.
We all have classics which forever remain,
As a memory which we'll never forget,
Is it lyrics or melody, the happiness or pain,
It can be joy or perhaps even regret.
The written word can and will cause you grief,
You will find some can also unnerve,
On the other hand song can bring such relief,
‘' Music Is Our Special Reserve ''
The sign of a song that will forever endure,
Is the way some can bring you to tears,
It can also bring joy with it's special allure,
Within it's music you feel you belong.
Those lyrics remain in our memories store,
The tunes we will never forget,
They'll remain in our hearts forever more,
When they're played our appetites are whet.
There are songs that make the whole world jive,
They're the ones that are special to us all,
They can wake you up make you feel more alive,
That's the magic of the musical stall.
Listen to the messages contained in a song,
They are wonderful things to preserve,
By enjoying your music good times you'll prolong,
‘' Music Is Our Special Reserve ‘'
Music can and will have a positive effect
It allows feelings to come shining through,
Those lyrics will give you the time to reflect.
Make you aware of what music can do,
We all want to leave a legacy of hope,
So words written that come from the soul,
Can allow us to heal and help us to cope,
They can once again make someone whole.
To the writers and singers whose music we love,
For each message that your song imparts,
Shows us your talents are a gift from above,
We thank you from the bottom of our hearts.
So lets all salute them and give them our praise,
It's a tribute which they truly deserve,
We thank you for your music as our glasses we raise,
‘' Music Is Our Special Reserve ‘'
Music to Relax
Every beat, every tone
Music is rhythm of soul
Pop, Jazz and Country
Release all our worries
Music gives life a motion
Music controls every emotion
Music calms the mind
Music helps us – our way to find!
Music is inspiration
Music – full of imagination
Music has feelings
Music gives life a meaning
A Slow beat is silent word
A fast beat make you shrewd
Every moment its true worth
Music gives life – new birth
Music is melody
Music moves your body
Make people jump up and down
Spin in circles round and round
Music for celebration
Music for education
Music for entertainment
Music for refreshment
Listen to music to change your mood
Listen to music to keep you cool
Listen to music just to relax
Listen to music to make you sleep
poem by Divyesh J. Shah
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Our enlightenment
What are all factors lead to our enlightenment?
What particular time make us to enjoy moment?
Why are we sad at some point of time and happy very next?
What is in our heart that pushes more to perform best?
You will have thousands of answers with strong appeal
The God has installed gadget to pick good and not repeal
Something good is really picked to make it deal
Life in turn spreads fragrance and looks very real
It has some bearing for likes and dislikes
Not everything is blown in smokes
We are compelled to search for in troubled phase
Nothing comes to our rescue to keeps us at ease
Some of the new music really pleases the ears
It seems as if it was not heard for years
The ear drums catch and respond positively
The tension is eased and come to term immediately
I loved the natural surroundings and its beat
Every time it is pleasant to hear while in seat
What a surprise from nature without any preparation?
It is up keeping of morale and timely elevation
Our mind is curious enough to cure the ills
It pours in lot of ideas to clear vacuum and fill
There is gap and void to be filled in with infusion
Still there remains no satisfaction with confusion
Some of the music instruments render precious service
In all the respects it is liked in troubled time and suffice
It helps to relieve some the worries at the outset
Tension is easily forgotten and efforts are again reset
I have seen morning and witnessed it as very pleasant
There is everything in it to enjoy as we want it in present
No one has enough of time to think of natural music
But there definitely lies the key with magic
We need to cool down mind and lay at rest
How nature is cool with breeze and its best?
They have nothing to prove to anybody
Still it is there without our asking for somebody
If not we then some one else may pick the thread
He will pick the essence of love and plead
Do all the best to come out of turmoil and enjoy
This is how we all go for in and offer no decoy
If music is good to ears so are the words
If it is mixed with harmony to look forward
What else can we offer to troubled mind?
The music and nature can really make it to look very kind
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Restless night
What are all factors lead to our enlightenment?
What particular time make us to enjoy moment?
Why are we sad at some point of time and happy very next?
What is in our heart that pushes more to perform best?
You will have thousands of answers with strong appeal
The God has installed gadget to pick good and not repeal
Something good is really picked to make it deal
Life in turn spreads fragrance and looks very real
It has some bearing for likes and dislikes
Not everything is blown in smokes
We are compelled to search for in troubled phase
Nothing comes to our rescue to keeps us at ease
Some of the new music really pleases the ears
It seems as if it was not heard for years
The ear drums catch and respond positively
The tension is eased and come to term immediately
I loved the natural surroundings and its beat
Every time it is pleasant to hear while in seat
What a surprise from nature without any preparation?
It is up keeping of morale and timely elevation
Our mind is curious enough to cure the ills
It pours in lot of ideas to clear vacuum and fill
There is gap and void to be filled in with infusion
Still there remains no satisfaction with confusion
Some of the music instruments render precious service
In all the respects it is liked in troubled time and suffice
It helps to relieve some the worries at the outset
Tension is easily forgotten and efforts are again reset
I have seen morning and witnessed it as very pleasant
There is everything in it to enjoy as we want it in present
No one has enough of time to think of natural music
But there definitely lies the key with magic
We need to cool down mind and lay at rest
How nature is cool with breeze and its best?
They have nothing to prove to anybody
Still it is there without our asking for somebody
If not we then some one else may pick the thread
He will pick the essence of love and plead
Do all the best to come out of turmoil and enjoy
This is how we all go for in and offer no decoy
If music is good to ears so are the words
If it is mixed with harmony to look forward
What else can we offer to troubled mind?
The music and nature can really make it to look very kind
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A fear so often
What makes you happy all of sudden?
When you are gripped with fear often
What will you wish to happen?
Some miracles in the night at sharp ten
Mind is puzzled and not at rest
You are trying your level best
No improvement with state of mind
No peace takes place or is there to find
There is linkage between heart and soul
You go for it without feeling foul
It is real thing to long for and feel
You have yet not tested the bitter pill
What happens when love is lost?
How do you prepare for it and at what cost?
The world around you may seem to be hostile
You won’t be able to think for a while
Who can come real time to your rescue?
The matter will be known by only few
There is time for disappearances of morning dews
Nothing is left behind to work for reviews
As love has been defined as God’s gift
It may not afford any kind of rift
There may be little change or shift
It needs some momentary boost or lift
Music is recognized as powerful weapon
It appeals to all and nicely works on
It is considered as holy in worship
It is as equally holy and sacred as friendship
Music is to enjoy in ears
Life can be beautiful with years
Hardship may make you to cry
Music may make you to fly
Fill the life with good music
There is no elementary or basic
Life can’t be so boring
Music can appeal even if you are snoring
What is music to me in person?
I feel good with some reasons
It is different in all the seasons
It is pure love and can’t be compared with arsons
Music can bind the person as well as society
It has got different varieties
It has mass appeal and go well with al the sections
Everybody may sing it with some actions
Love can be spread with musical language
It has tremendous effect on its usage
It is liked by all without any bar on ages
It will grant peace even if mind rages
Encourage good music with appeals
Let other ideas may stand repealed
Music must play powerful part
It may be considered as good start
It can take away all your pains
Music flows as energy in vanes
It has power to remove all the stresses
Man can be brought to normal from distress
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A hate, love syndrome
“Shut up, shut up, shut up and go away”
I threw the stone at crow to scare away
It was disturbing me with unpleasant voice
It was making me irritant with noise
I don’t know whether it was because of look
Appearance in early morning on hook
I couldn’t make out exact reason for dislike
Bird was on lovely earth flying like kite
Music leaves impact on blind and even on deaf
It is opening of new day like emergence of new leaf
Human being always loved beautiful birds
I sat in silence and peacefully heard
I was spell bound by the melodious songs
It stops person from doing anything wrong
It has blessings from the divine power
Always worshiped and found for an answer
I couldn’t distinguish what was wrong with black crow
It had all the freedom to live in environment and grow
How cuckoo could create spell bound magic?
Why crow failed to appeal with music?
It makes lot of difference when hear in bird's voice
What a melody in the ears in the morning devoid of noise?
Think of vigor and strength that it offers to ailing body
Health with music and stable mind is anybody's guess in body
Well both were meant to serve as good carriage
One with melody and another with clearance of garbage
One for fine health of individual and another for mass
There were different but with same important class
Only irritant was simply unpleasant voice
How to compare melody with noise?
I thought I must be rationale in approach
It was visibly seen in day light without any torch
We tend to bear one sided view
We sometimes offend person which not due
It is inherent weakness of fragile mind
Such situation you will never find
Generally we fail to hide our displeasure
It is not yardstick for anything to measure
I hate crow for no reason and am also not sure
There may not be any medicine for it to cure
We fail to recognize the contribution they made by them
They are the factor for our healthy state and real gem
Think of scattered garbage and bad odor in the street
How can music appeal to you when dirty things to meet?
Scavengers, messengers or apostle of anything you call
You must like them whether you see them on tree or wall
There are here to serve you for mental and body health
They are inseparable part of our life and real wealth
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Loose bond
Loose bond
Heart that beats
Love that sits
In divine temple
Love is very simple
Feel the pulse
Then what else?
Love only understands
It takes no stand
Feels from within
Whether you give joy, happiness or pain
To contain the madness is certainly a concern
Yet it is fine to feel in turn
Feel His presence everywhere
In love, unhappiness and all that you feel fare
You need not go any where
Stay and feel wherever you are
No one can make it beat
No one can provide warmth or heat
It comes for divine seat
Know your self and that's it
Inch forward to receive with care
No one may cunningly dare
It has charm and its own influence
It comes all of sudden and by sheer chance
"Sing no songs in his praise"
Surrender without making any guess
It has tremendous power and strength
Lines vary with different wave length
I would love to see couples and bless
Cheer in corner when find happiness on face
What can be alternative in this trouble land?
You get only foes and no real friends
Human heart must seek loose bond
One must be eager and very fond
Of making others to know about its importance
Love or hate then can be understood in its essence
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Song and The Lyric
Jerry felt the music deep within his soul.
Music that echoed through the ages
Music of the human experience
Painful and beautiful
He did not know how to give it a voice.
He could sing, and he learned to play.
Songs that knitted together threads of time
While creating and playing songs
He heard his inner music
And his quest for the perfect song began
He shared his love of music
With a few special people
Who also had songs within their souls
But only a few understood his passion
And no one understood his quest
Until he met his accompaniment
Who also wrote songs
Together they created music
And the music in Jerry’s soul adapted
To the melody of their lives together
Their melody had distinct rhythm
Echoing a famous love song
Adante or allegro the tempo
Reflecting the wonders of life
And the pain of humanity
But their melody remained unfinished
Until their greatest collaboration
Came into the world
Now their melody had a consonance
Their song now had its Lyric.
poem by Stephanie Eve Kane Arado
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The Melody Of My Heart
my heart is on the rise
and fall
my heart's melody is as nice
than all
like the leaves
on the tree by the river
my heart is a melody
to the birds of love,
life and all that worth
as i walked the earth
with the melody
of my heart from then
and sang to my heart a melody
i explore an adventure
of the melody in my heart
and art a melody of my heart
with fingers dancing to the heart
my veins rain with melody of the heart
i feel the heart
in talk and melody
and that melody
is the melody
of my heart
my heart is a melody
to the words of a rhythm
its music from the heart
a melody of emotions,
feelings, love and death
...after all,
it is the melody of my heart
poem by Onalethuso Petruss Ntema
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I and Mother
I am feeling tired, lonely and uneasy
Even though I tried to keep y self very busy
I have grown to full manhood
Yet that gives me feeling of no good
Something is longed for and I badly miss
I wish some one should come and offer kiss
The one that was offered by mother on forehead
With the affection and love that was clearly read
How secured I had felt in her lap?
Even she was offering gentle slap
That I should not be hurt with more force
She was taking enough care of course
I wish for those days to come back
Today I have everything and nothing at stake
I feel those hands which were moving on my back
Getting me nice sleep with her smiles and approach very frank
Mt whole mouth is filled with word, mother”
I know no one can fill that position either
I wish to cry in her lap and relax
Reach with happiness and those scenes of climax
How those hands were giving me relief in curly hair?
How was she creating nice melody and whisper?
Those words still sing in my ears and provide music
These were the moments I would hardly forget as basis
How old or young you are in age
You always miss her in every page
You get little tears when her memory surfaces
You become impatient to find out all her traces
What could I say today about her?
Only miss her and cry little later
That only reduces my lovely feeing
Otherwise it mains inside and simply killing
It is good to miss all
But mother is supreme with her selfless call
How would not to miss her life long?
As she was always on your side even if went wrong
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Lovely Bird
I am the lovely bird singing on a tree up high above you!
And like the muse of love in the land of peace;
But my lovely words are full of life,
For you need my works to guide you on.
I am the lovely bird that you need around you,
And like the joy of love in the land of care;
But try to understand my words to muse up with your love,
For my songs are full of parables to entice your mind.
Where is your red wine?
Where is the red sea?
Where is your bed of roses?
Where is the narrow path full of love?
For the days are coming when i will be closer to your window!
Because, i have something to do on this earth;
And like the beautiful beads of love as seen around the necks of my people.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Short but sweet
Short but sweet
February is short in duration
Perfect time for and relations
No need to think and put any equations
Simple answer for right questions
The mild air flows in one direction
With message of love for action
Birds make noise and invite you
Enjoy the love of its kind through
Flowers too do not leg behind
Lovely colors with them to find
Roses with pink and yellow
Say with smile and hello
Move with time and feel pleasure
Something to think about lovely nature
Love to invite and love to enjoy
Pleasant month to be spent with joy
See in my eyes and speak little
Whisper in ears and invite to settle.
I have waged a beautiful battle
Now turn it into heaven and do not scuttle
Do you love anybody?
Have you given feelings to somebody?
If not then think it right now
Way is open to do when and how?
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Silent Language Of Grief
tears are the silent language of grief
Taht mostly provide us comfort and grief
When once they quietly all fall down
On grass that's green or on mud taht is brown
Because they are very precious and rare
that no one whenever wants can spare
Becaus eit only comes with the pain
that we get like an unpredictable rain
So then after facing agony and distress
And all life's lies, fib and mistrust
What is left for us to feel
That afterwards every one has to deal
Is the silent language of our grief
that gives us way to find a relief
Through the path of life's precious tear
That not only sounds but is very rare.
poem by Seema Chowdhury
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