Those stiff lines
What makes eyes to speak?
Thoughts to sneak
Feet to surge ahead
And lines to be read
Those stiff lines on your face send me chill
It exposes your hardness with mild will
The smile lines are hidden but definitely speak
You seem unperturbed but otherwise look weak
You have controlled veil
Yet you have failed
It can not remain in disguise
Even if resolutely you cruise
It is known act and pardonable
It was never disputed and was questionable
You were lovable and remained so
We all have to follow you and go
Truth can never turn untruth
It needs no witness or proof
Stars shine and sun rises
Birth is synonyms with demise
It must endure pain and lust
As both have been there and must
One must clearly distinguish between two
What is bad, good and true
Only foolish people fight
Know nothing from wrong to right
Yet it is jo9ke and fun
We are on constant run
We are one and remain as such
There is nothing to as much
Just preserve the spirit and strength
The tune and song will have same length
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Let truth prevail
*Satya mev jayte* is ancient saying with clear message
"Let the truth prevail and score in all the ages"
Often spoken by many people when under duress
Worry lines clearly seen and observed on the faces
Satya or truth has remained an illusory concept
A person always claiming to be near truth with act
Leaving behind a long tail of suspicion
With no force of conviction and precision
The truth has been pushed behind for metaphor phrase
It may look nice to hear but strong enough to fall back in chase
People may take an oath to speak truth but rely upon bundles of untruth
Yet find not guilty at heart and find the way convenient and smooth
No doubt ultimate end may be pleasant with strict following
But no one may like it on face and finally disallowing
Advance the arguments and follow the same path as others are doing
Under the lame excuse" we are only human being"
Neither have I reason to dispute the easy flow
Nor any advice for others to blindly go
Yet truth can't be denied for its forceful impact
When you are on right path with powerful act
Eyes may reflect magnetic waves to spell magic
The feet may move decisively to speak its basic
It may dishearten or discourage when pursued
But over all result may certainly be viewed
To speak untruth and take a shield has become an art
It has made us politicians to adopt it as an inseparable part
It is argued convincingly and followed with little regret
But truth has remained truth for people not to forget
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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You're A Movie
I fearlessly walk into battle
With a shine on my boots and my teeth
Never flinch, never blink, never rattle
My blood is like ice underneath
Oh, I'm the reincarnation of Patton
And I've got Hannibal's heart in my chest
God told me I would have rivalled
Alexander the Great at his best
(You're a movie)
Quite
(You're a movie)
Yes
(The exception)
That's right
(You're the final kind)
(You're a movie)
More of an epic
(Please include me, send us to the line)
Mm, that's right
Very good
Bullets repel off my medals
And my men are in awe when I speak
All chaos my strategy settles
My mere presence gives strength to the weak
For me it seems really alarming
I'm really just only a man
With five million sheep in this army
I seem to be the only one fit to command
(You're a movie)
I'm quite aware
(You're a movie)
Yeah
(The exception)
Oh, you've noticed
(You're the final kind)
(You're a movie)
Hey, very true
(Please include me, send us to the line)
Mm, if you're lucky
I must go now and save the world
Move aside mere drop of water, let the ocean pass
(You're a movie)
Quite right
(You're a movie)
(The exception)
(You're the final kind)
(You're a movie)
(Please include me)
Mm hmm
(Please include me)
(Please include me)
Possibly
(Send us to the lines)
Good man
(Send us to the lines)
I'll be at the front, please
(Front of the lines)
Oh, alright Follow me
Another day, another victory
Another
Gold, stripe, another star
Really quite boring sometimes
I wish they'd send someone equal to my strategies
What a guy
I'm really quite a guy
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Once Upon A Tiime -Any Lines I Wrote Remained Hidden
ONCE UPON A TIME -ANY LINES I WROTE REMAINED HIDDEN
Once upon a time long ago
Any lines I wrote remained hidden-
No one would ever see them
Except in my dream - Posterity.
Now any line I write
Goes out to the world easily-
It will remain there
until the Internet closes it down.
For me inside
It is better that what I write appears-
But whether that appearance means anything really-
I don’t really know.
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My Twenty Lines
I just read this poem about using just twenty lines,
and it brought these words to my mind.
Who are they to tell us how many lines we should use to speak?
This is America where we have a law known as freedom of speech.
Just twenty lines tell you something about my life in words.
To me that seem completely absurd.
My life is much more than just twenty lines.
Hell I am thirty nine.
And if they except me to sum up thirty nine years in twenty lines
They are complete outside their minds.
How am I suppose to tell you how I nearly died when I was child?
Or how my mother harsh words took away my smile:
In just twenty lines?
Like I said they must be out of their minds.
I guest I can do if I shorten my life.
I don't have to talk about how much I love my future wife.
But her love is the inspiration for a lot of my poems.
So to not talk about her would be wrong.
I have a lot more to say but I'm out of time.
I reach my limit of my twenty lines.
Taste
Im up and I can take what you give
And Im here but I dont want you to live with me
'cause all I want is a taste for free
Im down and I will drag you along and around
Until you burst into song and unwind
And leave your new life behind for a while
Cause I can see through the lines
Cause I can see through the lines
Im down and I will drag you along and around
Until you burst into song and unwind
And leave your new life behind for a while
Im out and I will stay here alone and without
Someone controlled by the phone and tv
'cause what its doing to me is fine
Cause I can see through the lines
Cause I can see through the lines
Oooh oooh
Step into space
Oooh oooh
Alter my place
Oooh oooh
That someone else made
Why I have stayed
Into things I could be
Or if I could see
Into fog that surrounds
And pins me to the ground
I can see through the lines
I can see through the lines
I can see through the lines
I can see through the lines
song performed by by Phish
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If You Read These Lines This Morning
if you read these lines this morning
these lines that miss you
these lines that say i love you
these lines that are dying to touch you
to hug and kiss you
these lines that know every inch of you
if you read these lines well enough
then you know who i am
i, who is nothing to you.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Who You Are To Me
if you read these lines this morning
these lines that miss you
these lines that say i love you
these lines are dying to touch you
to hug and kiss you
these lines that know every inch of you
if you read these lines well enough
then you know who i am
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0371 Reading behind the lines
So if it makes you feel great,
OK, go ahead -
as long as you're making yourself more attractive
for me, not your next husband...
OK, look like Anne Robinson if you must;
yes, she is great seen full-face, I grant
but now she's got no profile
to match those wit-sharp comments
to a sideways glance...
and yes, it's blushingly well-known
than a man can't even recognise his own wife in a crowd
if she's had her hair done in the interim...
so who am I - except the one who loves you
like the supper we've had every week
since we were courting? ...
but let me just say this:
I who have loved you
in my quiet way
like a favourite book (now, where did I put it? ...)
love those fine lines, that time and - we - have etched;
we men, surprise, are something of a connoisseur of lines:
the lines that cross your forehead: there, because
you're just so silly about not being seen by other men
with spectacles on your nose -
as if that told strange men
a lie and not the truth...
if they were lines of worry, anxiety, failure -
they'd be my responsibility, not yours...
and then the lines around the mouth:
that's a national thing in part -
it's well known that American women
welcome you with open mouth;
(and teeth! ...pearls? more like spotlights...) but
Europeans greet you with a smile of eyes;
(and there are cruder analogies I'll leave unsaid) :
so look carefully, man,
those smile-lines - a little forced;
or natural?
accommodating show-biz whopping tooth-caps?
upward and sweet-natured? or that downward turn
that bespeaks a critical mind you might come home to every night?
then the lines under your eyes - none of my business, those:
that's a matter of heredity or, OK, cosmetic surgery...
please yourself, my darling;
you've bags of skin, I've bags of money. That was a joke.
but the lines around the sides of your sweet eyes -
ah, how I love those...
the European smile that makes a man's heart melt;
'crow's feet' indeed! there's written, years of happy life,
and children, friends; the world itself
in those sweet lines...
' In those dear lines, my love, your soul is caught;
Your soul; my life; without them I am aught.'...
OK go ahead, spend my money if it makes you happy -
you know I'll always go along with you...
(I don't know yet, how I'll respond
at parties now when carefree younger men
give you that searching glance that chancers give...)
But please, I beg of you, don't ask your surgeon
with his character-erasing tools
to take away those lines around the corners of your eyes,
that smile at me
from a lifetime that's been shared.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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A complete resonance
whatever we did it was completely at resonance
it was perfect harmony in presence
it was divinity as we call it essence
where was the time to look beyond and sense?
I was knee deep and knew really nothing
How life could turn sour and offer something?
Will it be comfortable past to rememeber?
Will it be miserable future as your family memebr?
I was lost in your eyes and did not look beyond
It never occurred in mind for a second
The happy days may come soon to end
We will not remain even as ordinary friend
Well, there is no use to visualize bad future
Who knows it and can predict for sure?
No one could make or prove its worth and assure
We were no exception and unprepared to endure
I raised my head to ask you for several times
You were totally lost in me sometimes
I too was masmarized and danced to your tune
May be we were destined to face the misfortune
I could read many lines of prose
Your eyes sparked for moment I suppose
They were not sure of how to convery
I was just watching them with dismay
Your finger just moved in my thick hair
It was just flying with movment in the air
You wanted it to remain curly and up
I preferrd to keep calm and mouth to shut up
You were making it heaven on earth
There was every scope and no dearth
It was simple imagination and prepardness to be lost
I gazed at the sky and remained totally frost
It will be natual feeling to flow
They may be restrained not to blow
The impatience to be lost may be complete desire
Even cool breeze may be working as volcano or fire
It is precarious situation and needs to be saved
It might have facilitated and path might have been paved
What was really expected of you in such crisis?
There exists no fine lines or thesis
It is not unbecoming of human being?
You have all desire to fly with powerful wings
The golden moments may air the music with songs
You may fall in and find no wrong
I rememeber of those winter insects
They fly round lamps with dancing acts
They are sure to die at any moments
Still they increse the strength and movement
Life can not be dwelth at length
It has got its own strength
There can not be any comparision
To think about now should be out of question
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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In Between The Lines
In between the lines
as we go about our lives
we often seem to think
no one loves no one cares
In between the lines
we drag our weary feet
and often think who cares
and shuffles mindless
to the beat
In between the lines
we search for gloom & doom
we come up with outrageous stories
that we plant between the lines
In between the lines
we throw caution to the wind
making out the lies
to be a bitter truth
so just bare in mind
what’s just been said
we always learn life’s mystery’s
in between the lines
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Believe Nothing
Believe nothing as long as it lacks the truth
Accept everything so long it helps and suits
Think of a moment when it pinches your heart
Refuses to move ahead even with slow start
Neither It is not necessary to go in search
Nor to approach any holy people who preach
You refuse to accept any thing even if come across
As that does not convince you whether it can be or was
Many good things might have been said in the past
Its impression might have prevailed long or lasted
Yet it may fail to take you on those dotted lines
You can surely turn against and put them on side lines
“Your heart is sacred where I reside and utter holy words”
Many such sentences confirm as said by almighty or lords
If that place refuses to obey any outside sentences
Don’t follow such preachers who make you tense
Believe in those ideals which convince you of His presence
Give you sense of fulfillment when you practice it at once
Inner temple wall may store it as unforgettable hymns
Love and only love may be spelled and other things condemned
Not all people may be gifted with fortunes
There may be many who may be forced to dance out of tune
What do they do to address for their unfortunate existence?
They turn to any available means which may brighten their chance
If that is the case so then prefer what has been said
Follow it by heart and pursue the principles clearly laid
Certain type of behavior is insisted or purposefully professed
So, when time comes for its acceptance, can be easily confessed
Love to live not in a way as others doing or following
Think only on those lines where your conscious is allowing
There may be real ways and means to make you fall in line
Accept and adhere to such lines and speak it with body line
The face may shine with bright light confirming his existence
You need not go to any temple, mosque or church for any chance
“Come to me and I shall take your pains away with care”
When you are under my oath and protection you can rise and dare
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Faces
I cant read faces but i can read yours;
I know it when youre sad or happy,
not through your smile but through your eyes;
and the lines of your forehead,
and the lines of your cheeks...
they tell your secrets and then mystery unfolds.
The beauty of your chin...and the lines of your lips,
they tell me of something that hasn't been told.
Sometimes you laugh, but you're empty inside...
sometimes you frown, but your heart glowed with pride.
Sometimes serious, but your face
has something to hide.
I know coz your eyes tell me everything,
everything within your soul.
You have so many faces...
and i wonder if the world knows.
I wonder if they can read them,
or see what you conceal..
I wonder if they can see your mysteries...
secrets to steal.
And i wonder if they can look into
your eyes like open doors.
I know i cant read faces...
but i can read yours.
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The New York Times
Oh,
It makes no sense to me
Yeah, I was living in a different world when I heard the news
I keep having the same bad dream
And it makes me want to hurt all the people who have done this thing to you
When I see your face, I can see you smile
Read all about you in the new york times
When I see your eyes, I can see your light
When I think about what happened
It makes me crazy
It makes no sense to me,
This eye for an eye thing,
It has gone too far
I dont know anyone who doesnt hurt inside
I would like to believe we could learn from this
And maybe some day we can make things right
I want to believe in this world
I want to believe in this life
I want to believe in a world that does not seem real
When you read between the lines
When I see your face, I can see you smile
Read all about you in my new york times
When I see your eyes, I can see your light
When I read about the world
It makes me crazy
I want to believe in this world
I want to believe in this life
I want to believe in a world that does not seem real
When you read between the lines
Gotta read between the lines
Whoa, gotta read between the lines
I really want to believe I can make things right
I want to believe I can learn to feel alright inside
I want to believe I can learn to make things right
Oh, I want to believe in this world
I want to believe in this life
I want to believe in a world that does not seem real
When I read the new york times
I see your face, I see your smile
Read all about you in the new york times
I can see your eyes, I can see your light
When I think about what happened
It just makes me crazy
When I close my eyes
You seem so alive
I really think about you
I want to believe we can make things right
I want to believe
I want to believe
I want to believe
I want to believe
Oh, I want to believe in this world
I want to believe in this life
I want to believe in a world that does not seem real
When I read the new york times
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Tear Tram Lines
This town has lost its sparkle,
The stars have lost their shine,
This town’s too full of echoes,
And my face too full of lines.
The shore has lost its tide,
The waves have lost their rhyme,
This town’s too full of tears,
And my smile too full of lines.
The clock has stopped it’s ticking
My feet dance out of time,
This town’s too full of yesterdays,
And my frown too full of lines
The cinema’s showing it’s last reel,
The pubs have all called time,
This towns too full of actors
And my script too full of unread lines….
A gain without pain
Pain makes love to strengthen
It is on right footing then
There is no gain without pain
Earth experiences pain when it rains
No doubts should be raised
It must always be praised
It may not yield immediate result
The strong foundation has to be built
It may cause you great concern
It can’t be called trend as modern
It was there previous and may remain so
You can’t do it at first attempt or go
Love has to be observed from two points
The pick up of positive threads as hints
To follow it as natural gift
No ill feeling or to have slight rift
Love is ocean of sorrow
No one knows what will happen to morrow
Purity in sense and with sincerity to follow
No to blind promises as to be proved hollow
Love is to be considered as holiest gift
There is supposed to be no shift
It may endure you life time tragedy
It may also prove hoax and turn in comedy
Assume where it can take to you in case you late
It should not be termed as bad luck or fate
It has to be accepted fire ball
Immediately respond to it with a first call
It may wait endlessly for your reply
There is no special condition to imply
Think on dotted lines and make a grand push
It may pay handsomely to you without any rush
Love may remain for many more days to come
Your action must speak volumes with grand welcome
Nothing goes wrong if patiently waited for
There is nothing like pain or anything in store
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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There Is A Time When Tired And Weak
THERE IS A TIME WHEN TIRED AND WEAK
There is a time when tired and weak
An old man can barely think
But writes nonetheless
A few small lines
To remind himself
That he still has a mind-
There is a time when tired and weak
An old man can barely speak
But writes nonetheless
A few small lines
To prove to himself
That he still is alive-
There is a time when tired and weak
And old man can barely dream
But writes nonetheless
A few small lines
To make himself believe
He still has time
There will be a time when tired and weak
An old man will be unable to read-
He will not write a few small lines
He will sit and wait
For the end of his life.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Not New Find
I often regret my being so
I decided to let bad habit go
Not to look at others faults
And not to try any tricks and offer jolts
It is not possible if you are having no means
People may try to influence you and win
They will make you to fall in their lines
Make akin to their liking and designs
I won’t buy arguments in favor
If you speak truth the relation will sour
You may pay penalty for being true
But truly speaking you got to be little untrue too
Each day may not be favorable
You may find it full of troubles
Some way has to be worked out
If not you may face worst route
You can read those fake lines
You need not choose any particular lines
The opponent knows what your aim is
It will be then his counter move to fix
Such is game in real life
It is rally an sharp age of cutting knife
You can’t take anybody for granted
You got to maintain friendship even if unwanted
No one may miss single chance
They will be in hurry to avail it at once
But one thing is set in everybody’s mind
The treachery, deception and other things are not new find
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I Am Never Alone In 'This
Wherever it is You lead me,
I will allow...
Without hesitation,
To follow.
I remain a witness,
To the greatness of Your Creation.
Whenever I am troubled,
With burdens condoned...
I am never in this alone.
I remain a witness,
To the greatness of Your Creation.
When I witness more obstacles,
On my path that may persist...
I resist them knowing it.
Since I am never in this alone.
There will be times I come to face,
I can not take another heartache.
And emotionally feel my mind is numb.
With despair everywhere...
I am too weak to overcome.
I remain a witness,
To the greatness of Your Creation.
And realizing it...
I am never alone,
In 'this'.
Wherever it is You lead me,
I will allow...
Without hesitation,
To follow.
I remain a witness,
And realizing it...
I am never alone,
In 'this'.
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Cherry Tree
[ robert buck/natalie merchant ]
Over your shoulder, please dont mind me
If my eyes have fallen onto your magazine
For Ive been watching and wondering
Why your face is changing with every line you read.
All those lines and circles, to me, a mystery.
Eve pull down the apple and give taste to me.
If she would be wonderful, but my pride is in the way.
I cannot read to save my life, Im so ashamed to say.
I live in silence, afraid to speak
Of my life of darkness because I cannot read.
For all those lines and circles, to me, a mystery.
Eve pull down the apple and give taste to me.
If she could it would be wonderful.
Then I wouldnt need someone elses eyes to see whats in front of me.
No one guiding me.
It makes me humble to be so green
At what every kid can do when he learns a to z,
But all those lines and circles just frighten me
And I fear that Ill be trampled if you dont reach for me.
Before I run Ill have to take a fall.
And then pick myself up, so slowly Ill devour every one of those books in the tower of knowledge.
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New York Times
Ohhhhh
It makes no sense to me Yeah
I was living in a different world when I heard the news,
I keep on having the same bad dream
And it makes me wanna hurt all the people who have done this thing to you
When I see youre face I can see you smile
Read all about you in the New York Times
When I see youre eyes I can see youre lie
When I think about what happened, it just makes me crazy
This makes no sense to me, yeah
This out for nothing it has gone too far
I dont know anyone who does not hurt inside
Id like to believe if you learn from this
Then maybe someday we can make things right
I wanna believe in this world,
I wanna believe in this life
I wanna believe in a world that does not seem real when you read between the
lines
When I see youre face I can see you smile
Read all about you in my New York Times
When I see youre eyes I can see youre lie
When I read the words about you it just makes me crazy
I wanna believe in this world
I wanna believe in this life
I wanna believe in the world that does not seem real when you read between the
lines
Ohhh... I gotta read between the lines..
Wooaoh you gotta read between the lines
Wohhh yeah I really wanna believe I can make things right
I wanna believe I can learn how to feel alright inside
I wanna believe I can learn how to make things right
Ohh I wanna believe in this world
I wanna believe in this life
I wanna believe in a world that does not seem real when I read the New York
Times
I see youre face, I see you smile
Read all about you in the New York Times
I can see youre eyes, I can see youre lie
When I think about what happened, it just makes me crazy
When I close my eyes you seem so alive
When I think about you I wanna believe you can make things right
I wanna believe
I wanna believe
I wanna believe
I wanna believe
I wanna believe in this world
I wanna believe in this life
I wanna believe
Ohh I wanna believe in this world
I wanna believe in this life
I wanna believe in a world that does not seem real when I read the New York
Times
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