Totally inactive
I die daily when go to sleep
There won’t be time left to weep
The final hour will be maintained
Not a single second more to be detained
It is onward journey and heavenly bound
No short cut or passage is found
The death bell may ring around
Perfectly when you have sleep very sound
Hardly for few hours are you active
In night you are dead and totally inactive
You may have new plans and future activities
It may end soon with lots of uncertainties
We embark on a venture which is unhelpful
No sureties whether it will shot sure or successful
Still futile bid for appeasing the false ego
The fate has waited for it years ago
No signal or warning to pack the plans
Not single second to alter the command
Leaving behind as it is for none to take care
Who knows you will be taken where?
Leave aside the futility of life for a second
Think about the next moment lying beyond
Nothing purposeful if planned not in participation
You won’t have even slight indication
Come in life next day to witness the cycle
Same routine and nothing new in circle
It is big round to find result and revolve around
Eyes may remain wide open in dismay when stand on ground
Helpless eyes may look in despair at sky
Thousands of thoughts to enter and pertinently ask why
What was the shortcoming not contemplated in mind?
Lot of confusion to over come and suitable answer to find
Is it not the illusory world that keeps us at large?
What we see is not water but a false mirage?
No firm ground or place to look and take refuge
Not sure of it but in disbelief eyes still refuse
So all in earnestness we die practically at night
Everything is left behind for others to make it right
Numbers of steps in mind to counter the move
Still no fear for self being forcefully removed
Sometimes days are longer than nights
Nights sometimes are longer to make it right
Hours remain same for correcting the trend
Where then time left to make the amend
So many shoddy deals take place in dark
Some of things are made unknown to embark
No one knows the exact launching time and place
We only know the ways and means to save the face
Utilize the day and rest in night
Nights are not meant to fight
Everything to come at stand still
Surrender everything at free and good will
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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How Can I Sleep?
How can I sleep when the nights are long,
too long to be in bed?
The pull of the pen is calling me,
too many words in my head.
There's not enough time. Why waste it on sleep?
too many things to write.
I hear the words call out to me
too often in the night.
But what care I about the time?
It's the words I care about.
For the body when tired can always sleep
and my thoughts would probably doubt
my sincerity to this purposeful quest
to connect my mind with the page.
I have dedicated my waking hours
too often as I age.
How can I sleep when the nights are long,
too long to be in bed?
That can be left for a future time
when I've nothing left to be said.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Open My Eyes
All I want is written on my face
Youre bound to find something
And all your words that held me into place
Were nothing but lies
Another time I might have watched the things I said
But I cant see
Somebody...
Open my eyes for a little while little while
Make me forget all the things I see
Til then til then dont know what is happening
Til then til then dont care what Ill see
Ill stand and stare until I go blind
Will you open my eyes
Dont mind me
You know me inside out
Thats the way that you left me
And you wont find me
Begging for a chance
To have you burn me again
Another time I might have wasted all my words
To make you see
Somebody...
Open my eyes for a little while little while
Make me forget all the things I see
Til then til then dont know what is happening
Til then til then dont care what Ill see
Ill stand and stare until I go blind
Will you open my eyes?
Another time you might have watched the things I said
Another place you might left me here for dead
Another time...
Somebody...
Open my eyes for a little while little while
Make me forget all the things I see
Til then til then dont know what is happening
Til then til then dont care what Ill see
Ill stand and stare until I go blind
Will you open my eyes?
Oh, Ill stand and stare until I go blind
Will you open my eyes?
Open my eyes
Open my eyes.
song performed by by Tiffany
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Within Easy Reach
'You have brain tumor and few days to live'
My eyes remained wide and hardly could believe
I had few problems with my headache and food appetite
No hunger, anger in no time and less sleep in nights
I had observed this change since many days
I was well off and had enough of means to find the ways
The medical cure was distinct possibility
I lost no hope for future and trusted the final destiny
I had been different for all these years
Life had posed so many difficulties with fears
I only know how could I come out of such stage?
The hunger felt for many days could not have been written on page?
I had taken vow not to suffer any more poverty
It was certainly curse on the person and humanity
How can any single soul sleep without meal?
It was felt badly by me as an unequal deal
I thought for a while an worked day and time
I forgot to take regular meal even sometimes
I cared for no day and night and thrived to collect money
I thought this was the only means and successful key
Not to mention means or make note of my journey
I had taken it as challenge and demand of the destiny
For me means was no end but a start of first step
The water was to flow smoothly from the water tap
The wealth flowed in enormous quantity
It was purely credited to my personal capability
I had worked day and night to come up to that level
Rest everything spoke of my success and story to tell
In doing so I deteriorated my health
Nothing could come to my rescue including wealth
For the first time my spine shivered
Death was smile from distance and murmured
My story may not be different from others
So many die in streets and so many die in field like soldiers
Yet death takes them over even if they are poor or rich
Life can be made beautiful and within easy reach
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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It's the nights
It's the nights…
It's the nights
that are the loneliest
The days grow shorter
The nights grow longer
And Morpheus morphs into a tempest
In the dismal dark, I grow cold
The old feel
of comfort, lost
I've naively let
Life slip away
And at such a terrible cost
I used to be somebody…
A person
In my own right
Now I've become nobody,
Alone…especially in the
Dark of night
I've lost all the things
That I once loved
All things I thought were right
Now in my mind…at night…alone
I cannot find
A place to put my mind at rest
Tis the nights…I dread
In my lonely bed…Tis the nights
That are the loneliest
poem by David Whalen
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Provide passage
I wish I could fly
With lots of joy to sky
Touch its vastness and come back
With all that in mind and was at stake
I am not in control at all
Sometimes I am lost to a distant call
Sometimes lost in different world
Blowing hot and sometimes cold
I may have my illusory world to live
No head and tales to think about and believe
Yet it keeps me happy in wonderland
It is my destiny and dreamland
‘
He and I only wonder
Without fear from lightening and thunder
When he is with me to support and stay
I give damn to thoughts for gong away
My wings have undergone some changes
May be I have become beautiful with age
That my eyes are glittering and shining
Open and frank invitation for defining
I shall remain so for some more time
Until that moments come sometimes
I shall venture more in his domain
To find place and permanently remain
I am sure of his approval and consent
He shall take me over and present
His lovely embrace and final word
Tie with knot and more to look forward
I shall have open sky and more land
To stay on ground and befriend
This is what people call the final destiny!
A suitable man in life with blessings from almighty
I hope same luck for all lovers of universe
Let there be different back ground but no remorse
Will power to meet and spread the message
Love may reign but only if you provide passage
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Dead night
After days hard work it is dead night
Solutions not found and no insight
Day comes to an end with lots of internal fight
May be rest is essential and right
Tug of war in mind with complete fatigue
All planning for results with colleague
Still lot of worries when day is over
Finally I run for shelter and cover
Stars and sky make no noise
Twinkle more and readily poise,
Calm nights and dead silence
Peace allover and no violence
Night brings relief and calm
No more assaults and no more harm
Tempo run high but welcome with greetings
You are among people with lots of meetings
though nights are more to be dreaded
Remember Him and guilt to be pleaded
Time to think and assess with mind cool,
Steps to be taken so that not to look fool.
Why nights are feared and create flutter?
Day’s sequences repeat and mind works faster
Night’s calm but late calls creates panic
Bad news always make you feel skeptic
Sick people take heavenly abode in night,
Life’s agony comes to an end after grim fight
It is called destiny and path right,
Even powerful may surrender fearing HIS might
Nights are welcome to seek meaningful refuge
Review of actions and nothing to confuse
Severance with defeatist views and more to infuse
With strong resolve in mind, crisis to defuse
Seeking solace for rightful path
Cooling of body after fresh bath
For a moment you are away and off the scene
Not to be heard and never to be seen
So nights are blessing in disguise,
Open the venue for smooth sail and cruise
With mind at rest and ready for test
Situation may prove fruitful and best
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Too Many Nights
(nick martinelli/a.brown/b.wayy)
Too many nights
Too many tears
Too many years
Too many nights Ive waited around for you
As the nights turn into weeks, I couldnt even sleep
Too many tears Ive cried but now Im through
Im ready to dry my eyes again, this time I wont pretend
I thought that I could make it on my own
And the thought of starting over again
Scared me into staying here with you
Long after all the heartache began
Im through with waiting in an empty bed
One for dinner when it should be two
Im tired of holding back what should be said
Im gonna let it go and stand up to you
Hey, too many nights Ive waited around for you
As the nights turn into weeks, I couldnt even sleep
Too many tears Ive cried but now Im through
Im ready to dry my eyes again, this time I wont pretend
My pride was swallowed one too many times
Ive kept on turning my back on the truth
Now Im as serious as a heart attack
coz Ive decided baby, were through
Im growing stronger from experience
The woman in mes taking a stand
You taught me good, I learned my lesson well
And Im never gonna let it happen again, no
Too many nights Ive waited around for you
As the nights turn into weeks, I couldnt even sleep
Too many tears Ive cried but now Im through
Im ready to dry my eyes again, this time I wont pretend
Im gonna turn the page
Put heartache in the past
I gotta think about getting strong
And Ill put all those memories on the shelf
And make the space for someone else
(too many nights Ive waited around for you)
Too many nights
(too many nights)
Too many nights
Hey, too many tears Ive cried but now Im through
(Im through)
Im ready to dry my eyes again, this time I wont pretend
Too many nights Ive waited around for you
Ive waited around for you
As the nights turn into weeks, I couldnt even sleep
Too many tears Ive cried but now Im through
I cried, cried, cried
Too many nights
Too many tears
Too many years
song performed by by Diana Ross
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Night, Nights Sleepless
Night, nights sleepless eyes wide
sleep comes as disguise
Thou you asked love to
lend some happiness
fate has gifted you
sadness for life
Night, nights sleepless eyes wide
sleep comes as disguise
all boats are gone
and flooded away
your loved ones pierced
you with dagger of lies
Night, nights sleepless eyes wide
sleep comes as disguise
now why are you smiling
whilst bleeding tears
your sun is set
before even rise
Night, nights sleepless eyes wide
sleep comes as disguise
there was just a hope
on a peck of straw
alas! it is also burnt
now ashes doth lies
Night, nights sleepless eyes wide
sleep comes as disguise
poem by Asif Baloch
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Up and Forget
One goes up and forgets
Make room for others to let
This is cycle and comes true
In everybody's life as it is very much due
Past may make you unhappy
This type of agony is suffered by many
Old age may be come shadow
Get larger in size to be looked from within in window
Children fly off and go far
Leaving behind tales of sky and star
All beautifully narrated when they were little kids
Now we have to look towards them for any lead
They are on their way out
They have nothing to take care and worry about
Marry and keep happy with the family
Leaving behind curse and things considered to be silly
Old may find it difficult to look for golden days
There was time when they had enough time to find the ways
Now what is left behind except to look at sky?
Make the futile study of what is not done and why?
No need to go through ordeals and punish self for nothing
It was your duty and you had strived for something
It ahs been achieved and cycle is repeated
You are left alone but not badly treated
You will be given all the comfort with peace
Life will be in isolation but at ease
It is time to remember and go through spent years
Listen to good or bad words that others may strike in ears
Abandon no hopes as it is routine and casual
It always takes place in its course as usual
Spend the time with happy mood and excel
Laugh it out at past and smilingly reveal or tell
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A dark night
Who is not afraid of dark nights?
When calm descends on our left or right
In sleepless nights you have so much to fight
You are scared and await to see the next days light
You tend to loose no attention even in fall
It has been taken as righteous thing as call
We plan for next opportunity to come
Don’t loose the sight and ready to welcome
You are given time to rethink and adjust
It is always necessary and must
One need not be discouraged and stand fast
The quaest for success must not end or last
The nights are altogether different
Their calm nature is apparent
It adds to worry for unseen fear
Those hours are very difficult to bear
It is not the fact an individual is coward
He is frightened to look inward
Many thoughts puzzle his mind
He can’t go into reason and suitably find
It he survives that night’s ordeal
Consider it victory and good deal
To pass restless night is herculean task
One has to face it without wearing mask
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Pleasure days
So far they were the days of pleasure
Nothing taken seriously life for sure
Days were passing like smooth river flow
Nights too were easily coming but ready to go
Time had come now to decide
Everything else was to be put aside
Think of best union possible and stay
Settle once for all and find reasonable way
Midnight knock always sacred
I feared and never dared
To venture out at night time
It was proving difficult sometimes
I had some unknown apprehensions
I had not find its mention
They were since long in mind
Now was the time to think and find
Any female may find it reasonable
To stay forever and find lovable
It is need and must be realized
I have worked on it and visualized
Little blow of wind knocks the window
I want the air to come in or allow
I give everything in and surrender
He may come in as plunderer
Yet it is alright and acceptable
As he is worthy and capable
He may take me thousands of miles away
Take into final embrace and stay
The whole world is by my side
Horizon has spread and become very wide
I have to take all worries off the mind
Reasonably adjust and always remain kind
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A night is beautiful
Nights are dark but beautiful
Make the life purposeful
It absorbs all our misdeeds
We still miss and miserably need
Some one says even Ghosts don’t like
Even vultures take rest in night and dislike
It is meant to be good and cycle of the nature
It is for the good for our future
Dark represent s black
We have so many things at stake
We prefer it to be done in night
God only know what is wrong or right?
Nights are not to be dreaded
Some facts are to be conceded
It is designed to bring back light
The dark period should not be kept in sight
It is inseparable part
From somewhere you will have to start
It is real and can’t be changed
Almighty has beautify arranged
Even days are considered some times bad or black
We resort to deadly attacks and put everything at stake
The days are full of all horrified activities
It is loosing its charm and all utilities
Think of no nights at all
Or consider it would have remained very small
There might have been so many upheavals
Where we would have gone for it to conceal
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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If It Wasnt For The Nights
I got appointments, work I have to do
Keeping me so busy all the day through
Theyre the things that keep me from thinking of you
(ohhh) baby, I miss you so, I know Im never gonna make it
Oh, Im so restless, I dont care what I say
And I lose my temper ten times a day
Still its even worse when the nights on its way
Its bad, oh, so bad
Somehow Id be doing alright if it wasnt for the nights
(if it wasnt for the nights I think that I could make it)
Id have courage left to fight if it wasnt for the nights
(if it wasnt for the nights I think that I could take it)
How I fear the time when shadows start to fall
Sitting here alone and staring at the wall
Even I could see a light if it wasnt for the nights
(even I could see a light I think that I could make it)
Somehow Id be doing alright if it wasnt for the nights
(if it wasnt for the nights I think that I could take it)
No one to turn to, you know how it is
I was not prepared for something like this
Now I see them clearly, the things that I miss
(ohhh) baby, I feel so bad, I know Im never gonna make it
I got my business to help me through the day
People I must write to, bills I must pay
But everythings so different when nights on its way
Its bad, oh, so bad
Somehow Id be doing alright if it wasnt for the nights
(if it wasnt for the nights I think that I could make it)
Id have courage left to fight if it wasnt for the nights
(if it wasnt for the nights I think that I could take it)
How I fear the time when shadows start to fall
Sitting here alone and staring at the wall
Even I could see a light if it wasnt for the nights
(even I could see a light I think that I could make it)
Guess my future would look bright if it wasnt for the nights
(if it wasnt for the nights I think that I could make it)
If it wasnt for the nights
(if it wasnt for the nights I think that I could take it)
If it wasnt for the nights
(if it wasnt for the nights I think that I could make it)
Even I could see a light if it wasnt for the nights
(even I could see a light I think that I could make it)
Guess my future would look bright if it wasnt for the nights
(if it wasnt for the nights I think that I could take it)
If it wasnt for the nights
(if it wasnt for the nights I think that I could make it)
If it wasnt for the nights
(if it wasnt for the nights I think that I could take it)
Even I could see a light if it wasnt for the nights
(even I could see a light I think that I could make it)
Guess my future would look bright if it wasnt for the nights
(fade)
song performed by by ABBA
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The World At Large
Ice-age heat wave, can't complain.
If the world's at large, why should I remain?
Walked away to another plan.
Gonna find another place, maybe one I can stand.
I move on to another day,
to a whole new town with a whole new way.
Went to the porch to have a thought.
Got to the door and again, I couldn't stop.
You don't know where and you don't know when.
But you still got your words and you got your friends.
Walk along to another day.
Work a little harder, work another way.
Well uh-uh baby I ain't got no plan.
We'll float on maybe would you understand?
Gonna float on maybe would you understand?
Well float on maybe would you understand?
The days get shorter and the nights get cold.
I like the autumn but this place is getting old.
I pack up my belongings and I head for the coast.
It might not be a lot but I feel like I'm making the most.
The days get longer and the nights smell green.
I guess it's not surprising but it's spring and I should leave.
I like songs about drifters - books about the same.
They both seem to make me feel a little less insane.
Walked on off to another spot.
I still haven't gotten anywhere that I want.
Did I want love? Did I need to know?
Why does it always feel like I'm caught in an undertow?
The moths beat themselves to death against the lights.
Adding their breeze to the summer nights.
Outside, water like air was great.
I didn't know what I had that day.
Walk a little farther to another plan.
You said that you did, but you didn't understand.
I know that starting over is not what life's about.
But my thoughts were so loud I couldn't hear my mouth.
My thoughts were so loud I couldn't hear my mouth.
My thoughts were so loud.
song performed by by Modest Mouse
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A slip to sleep
I go in to sleep to meet sure shot death
It is nothing but belief and faith
I have always lived in fear with
When I woke up find the closed teeth
It is unusual to believe in mythological truth
We live in fool’s paradise for feeling to soothe
Nothing helps in turn other than to create bogey
Mind is arrested and thoughts don’t emanate free
Ho many deaths you have to go through in life span
Is it like floating on life pond like white swan?
Do we go deep in water and not coming back again?
What do we do to come in life and regain?
It is absolutely painless odyssey
No one can offer any logic or alibi
It is happening daily and almost certain
I develop no amusement or pain
There is o escape from sleep to slip
It is successful onward trip
We sit on throne as powerful king
All courtesans offer the dance and sing
It is another world with all the comforts
All thoughts of day rush from mind and report
You perform there as super hero
Though you are worth nothing but zero
It is better to die once
There won’t be any pain or worry hence
You die thousand times a day
The sleep is only easy way
It is almost impossible to live at ease
It is stagnated and no fresh energy to release
I am not at happy and pleased
I wake in sleep and life seems to be ceased
It is tortuous and full of agony
I don’t know but it may be suffered by many
It may unwant call to decide at this stage
Still it is difficult to stand alone and manage
Let it be probed fully to help us later
It has to come sooner or later
Whether it is in day time or in sleep
It definitely gives us good slip
Let us escape this confusion and stay clean
We have many ways and means
It can keep us away from worry and tension
It is not worth here for all the time to mention
The death certain and bound to take place
It is to be realized and can be read on face
it should not engulf our mind or lay a seize
Life may come to stand still any time and cease
Give a nice slip to sleep
Smile always and good health to keep
Good bye to mythology or any theory
Keep it way if it causes worry
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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In Three Days
I
So, I shall see her in three days
And just one night, but nights are short,
Then two long hours, and that is morn.
See how I come, unchanged, unworn!
Feel, where my life broke off from thine,
How fresh the splinters keep and fine,—
Only a touch and we combine!
II
Too long, this time of year, the days!
But nights, at least the nights are short.
As night shows where her one moon is,
A hand's-breadth of pure light and bliss,
So, life's night gives my lady birth
And my eyes hold her! What is worth
The rest of heaven, the rest of earth?
III
0 loaded curls, release your store
Of warmth and scent as once before
The tingling hair did, lights and darks
Outbreaking into fairy sparks
When under curl and curl I pried
After the warmth and scent inside,
Thro' lights and darks how manifold—
The dark inspired, the light controlled!
As early Art embrowns the gold.
IV
What great fear, should one say, "Three days
That change the world, might change as well
Your fortune; and if joy delays,
Be happy that no worse befell!"
What small fear, if another says,
"Three days and one short night beside
May throw no shadow on your ways;
But years must teem with change untried,
With chance not easily defied,
With an end somewhere undescried."
No fear!—or if a fear be born
This minute, it dies out in scorn.
Fear? I shall see her in three days
And one night, now the nights are short,
Then just two hours, and that is morn.
poem by Robert Browning from Men and Women (1855)
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An end to activities
Day is full of hectic activities and come to an end
Tile to pack up in time and feelers are sent
You are taken off the mind for the moment
Homeward journey with lot of hopes and movements
Remembering all advices given before leaving home
Not to miss a single call especially coming from
No energy is left in body still fell fresh and energetic
Feet move in one direction without being pulled from magnet
It is real home coming with no worries or tension
Days work left in office and not to find any mention
It is real test to hide it in most sober and diplomatic way
Wife too may not notice while serving water in tray
Evening brings special message of making another move
All the fears and anxieties are left behind or removed
The mild wind may blow from all the directions
It is time to get fresh and prepare for love actions
It may be good move by nature to offer timely rest
Human beings may not prefer any break for the test
They may go on working endlessly and achieve the best
Still all creatures prefer to come back to their nest
It is quite logical to be with dear ones and relatives
They are most desirable members and remain active
You are looked after well and supported in the initiatives
Your status and maturity will be appreciated by the native
When you extend your feet in relaxation mood?
It may add to and open up your appetite for nice food
Natural it had to be delicious and quite tasteful
Whole day work may look very nice and purposeful
It is pause period between active and inactive duration
You may be struggling with lot many questions
This may provide golden opportunity to prepare and brace
When you are in office next day you are fully prepared to face
Pleasant and cool evenings are thought ground to explore
It may divert your attention to seek new and more
It may add up to your energy for full conservation
You may be able to think positive with simple observation
Let evenings be not spoiled by hasty actions or lot of worries
Leave behind everything get rid of them by saying sorry
It may certainly create new space for carrying good proposals
You may find yourself in comfortable position for disposals
It is nice to be at home in joyous and happy environment
It may look natural if they remain peaceful without any comments
It has to be congenial at any point of given time
You may think of nice morning with bright sunshine
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Run for cover
Dark clouds run to cover sun’s face,
with intermittent lightening to join the race,
Descending on earth with malign intent,
Fear, destruction all with dreaded content,
Pin dropp silence prevails at midnight
there is great impact of falling light
Stars may loose sometimes their tail
We will catch the sight and not fail
Little murmur can be heard even if spoken with care
You may think to adjust here and there
The noise of little scuffle or fierce fight, may puzzle
Everything is noticed when rain start and dazzle
Dead night makes person to think bad make pessimist
No hope of revival as is one in the case of optimist
Pessimism sometimes may lead to the sinking of ship
Optimist may try to salvage the ship by issuing whip
One must remain alert and awake
Even if nothing is concerned to him or is at stake
Person should control his anger and wishes,
How water is not disturbed with movement of fishes
Mid night fear is very deep in the minds of individual
He is frightened and doesn’t take it as casual
It is propagated that holy souls depart at night
It is deep rooted in mind and seems very right,
Evil doer’s absence may not be noticed or missed;
good and right people will always be remembered and noticed
Nights descend with gloom and dull feelings
No one may prefer to venture out with willingness
Nights represent bleak future for all times to come
Any unpleasant things may not be welcome
Even flowers feel shame and not boom
We try to confine and remain in closed room
Why all wrong doings takes place at night,
why do we prefer and consider it right?
Night is not all that bad but place to seek refuge
Dreams may offer solace with fresh ideas to infuse
Nights may offer very calm and cool atmosphere
Person may resort to any ideas without any fear
it is preparation for next days strategy with precision
it may influence the course of action with correct decision
Nights are not meant for any preparation for long battle
It is place to rest your mind and coolly settle
Everything must come at standstill and simply rest
You can expect better tomorrow and hope for the best
Day and night to be viewed with equal feelings
Even days are witnessed with gruesome murders and killings
We take it as part of destiny and simple fate
We may take it seriously but act very late
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A burial place
I was buried deep inside
The space was not that wide
It is fine place and last resort
I find it at ease with all comforts
It is few steps away from her home
It is resemblance of dome
All restless souls take refuge
This is final place and no one can refuse
I heard her foot steps near the cemetery
Some holy chanting was running as commentary
It was pleasing to the ears and creating environment
I heard patiently near by some movements
I was laid some days ago much to my misfortune
She was always with me and danced to the tune
It was unstinted love and support
I had no difficulty in maintaining the good rapport
II felt she was unable to breath
She might have cried enough over my death
It would have proved very difficult and fatal blow
She was placing her steps in grief very slow
“Why did you leave in midst of life”?
“Was I not proving true to cause and as good wife”?
‘Why did you leave me along to face the cruel world”?
I have no more courage and developing cold
She had every reason to complain with plight
She was perfectly true in her assertion and very right
Life is to be lived jointly and spend it without any fight
Any difficulties are to be taken in good spirit and very light
“I have no where to go and stand as lone figure”
She cried with emotions as if had no future
She was engulfed with pain and everything had gone
I was still sure of her boldness to stand it alone
She did mange it alone in entire her stay
She managed it with skill when I used to remain away
It was all of sudden that she lost complete cover
The dark clouds zoomed over in sky and tried to hover
It gave me immense sense of satisfaction
It was total dedication with good indication
She proving her point without any provocation
I was here forever with never return of vacation
My plans were laid before her in case I had to depart
I confided her everything and tried to impart
She was there to handle everything in crisis
I had made it clear with more emphasis
We have limited boundary to confine
It is painful journey in coffin
No matter how big and famous you were?
Your place is secured and you need not go anywhere
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Soul Searching
I wish I had it in me to give you everything you need.
But the last girl sucked it all out, and now I'm risking making your heart bleed.
It seems like this evil deed keeps going round and round in circles, leveling everyone in the way.
I sleep most nights, but I spend the time thinking of how I use to be back in the day.
When nothing really mattered, and I didn't have very many cares.
Somewhere I lost myself and one by one they left me in tears.
I live for the day when I can make her smile for the last time, then my work would be done.
In my hands I hold her heart, guarding it prudently, because it's a prize rarely won.
A human heart rarely won because it is almost never given.
Souls skimming the sand, longing to dive into the cold waters being called to the peace where we all belong.
Follow me as we try to change the world, and try to only sing love songs.
Cupid's love arrows feel so good as they finally pierce and go inside.
But god forbid you ever have to pull it out, because you will bleed out.
Now, let's slow the pace down, take a moment to see the entire world's frown.
I walk slowly through this old, hidden, and abandoned town.
How did it ever make it into a city? This city is so small, yet somehow your hiding from me.
I'm still searching, wanting to bump into you, to see your eyes, is anything left there, I want to see.
Summer is finally here. The ground is opening back up, but my heart is frozen back in time.
I stand in the full glory of the Sun, inside begging to burn me up, do something to make me fine.
The light is blinding my eyes, but I don't care, I need it to burn your face from my mind.
There is nothing left of me, nothing left to find.
It seems I am left to a life searching for a soul, and longing for your soul to still be searching for me.
poem by Midnight Writer
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