Ups and down in life
It is challenge from the day one
No escape route allowed for anyone
All the fruits to be enjoyed and burnt to be borne
Enough has been talked about
We are reserved and do not venture out
It has different tale with full of rout
How many might have succeeded and sustained?
Retain original shine and maintained
Life is before us and fully explained
Life has made us all the time to crawl
Still we are attached too much without making withdrawal
We have slept whole life and woke up like owl
Life was full of ups and down
We have failed to reject ills and tried to own
Finally the soul merges into soul
This has been continued for centuries
The concept of life still varies
Until you know it all, it is full of miseries
Not all may want it as full of challenge
They may struggle very hard to manage
The stage may come when life may be spent with age
In between whatever you did was quite memorable
Life was seen closely and understood as water bubble
Some might have proved to be luckier as free from any trouble
It is not important how much you lived
It has all mattered how you understood and believed
Pain and agony might have surfaced and relieved too
Is it confined only to have met two square meals?
Made it easy all the way with very nice deals?
Or was it spent with joy and happiness in real
I think we have answer in “no”
This fact is apparent and we all know
Amidst all uncertainties we have preferred to grow
It might have been divided into stages
The development can be written in pages
Sometimes with happiness and sometimes with rage
Can anyone write down honestly its outcome?
Certainly it has many aspects to welcome
Life should not be spent or be over as it had come
Is it merely breathless stage there after?
Does this all make us to roar in laughter?
It is interesting and admirable chapter
I may not know facts until I am full in
There is no loss, gain or win
It is how you take it and feel in
I have seen it as life emerging all of sudden
It was never thought before hand even
It has hunted us from time to time even then
Many more experiences may be inked
Life and death may be closely linked
We may think intensely with eyes half winked
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Full Of Life Questions
life is full of unexpected,
life is full of challenges,
life is full of bitterness,
life is full of strife,
life is full of contentious disputes,
life is full of revenge,
life is full of hatred,
life is full of mystery,
sometimes.....
life is full of sweetness,
life is full of joy,
life is full of happiness,
life is full of hope,
life is full of dreams,
you can have all this life when the soul is in body, and you will be able to feel everything because this is real life to creatures who call the''human''
Have you thought to life after death? ? ? ?
Life Is Full Of Wonders
Life is a world of wonders
life is sandy
life is lonely
life can also be full of different activities.
life is caring
life is hatred
life is always full of mysteries
life is full love
life is full of up and downs
life is mischief
life is entertaining
life is curious
lifeis full of uderstanding
life is hope
life is sometimes full of hopelessness
life is full of different crimes like stealing, killing..
well life is always interesting
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Life Is A Dance For You To Dance To
Life is every where
Life
Life is a challenge
Life is a gift
Life is a chance
Life is a tragedy
Life is lonely
Life is pain
Life is full of frustration
Life is a mystery
Life is love
Life is made of hurt
Life is not a bed of roses
Life is a dance for you to dance
Life is every state of mind
What is life?
Life is a puzzle, solve it
Life is full of unexpected
Life is unexplainable
Life.
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From The Back
The door is slammed from the back
Nothing more is required to be at stake
Life was totally in disarray and completely fake
Remained half sleep always and not fully awake
People often say “life is to be enjoyed at full length”
Someone try it with might and extend with strength
For them it is never dying approach
Life may never end as such
You never know when the exit gate may open
It remains mystery when all of sudden turns against
Life seems worth nothing and useless
All worries suddenly rush on the face
Powerful kings have buckled under threat
When death has tried to approach and meet
It leaves behind tail of unknown agony to bear
All of sudden body is gripped with fear
Who would want to leave this earthly pleasure?
I am very confident and very sure
No one may opt for timely departure
They are ignorant about facts of fixed tenure
Life has to come to an end at any time
You are lucky to escape it sometimes
But you are sure to meet your fate
It may approach you soon or late
Well, this has been explained briefly
It can be understood and known simply
All we do and commit is not to long last
In one way or another it has to end fast
Not all may try to understand in its true context
They may try to avoid under one or another pretext
It is cheating of own conscience and mere excuse
Otherwise who can shut the eyes to reality and refuse?
Life is not all about to be spent or lived
It is to be understood and rightly believed
When you are sent here for performing the best
It should seized as opportunity and crucial test
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Only fool
It has nice reference
We can draw some inference
But for argument sake at once
Life in cage is just by chance
Poetically you are attached
Bonded together as searched
You have left behind everything
Just to stay together and seek something
Life must not be compared like jail
It will never make you fail
It may create problem and hurdles
But which area is free from troubles?
When someone sys I want to be in your embrace
That means it is total surrender and willingness
All happiness shines and reflects on face
You are in happy mood in any case
When you reassure and submit
There is everything to greet
You have enthusiasm to meet
Certainly you have enough strength to walk on feet
There is liberty and freedom
Thought of Living separate occurs seldom
It is journey to be taken along
Even if one goes right or wrong
That is why life is compared to two wheels
Both must pull the cart with thrills
It involves pain, agony, tears and joy
Life is meant to be spent together and enjoy
No one may take care to read about you
What you did in your life and how you went through!
At the most some of the worth noting events may be highlighted
Occasional reference will be made and sighted
So love and spend the rest of the life with full thrust
As some of the steps may need full trust
Life will then be enjoyed in full
If spent aimless then you can only be called fool
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Life is a Dance for you to Dance...
Life is every where
Life
Life is a challenge
Life is a gift
Life is a chance
Life is a tragedy
Life is lonely
Life is pain
Life is full of frustration
Life is a mystery
Life is love
Life is made of hurt
Life is not a bed of roses
Life is a dance for you to dance
Life is every state of mind
What is life?
Life is a puzzle, solve it
Life is full of unexpected
Life is unexplainable
Life.
Maria Luisa Taylor...
2....2011
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Joy of a Lifetime
The joy of a lifetime
Is the success one makes of life.
Success is the result of handwork and luck.
Three stages there are in life.
Comes first the prime of life,
When on bubble with life and enthusiasm.
And boils with youthful exuberance..
Next comes mid age, age for reasoning,
When one through life is half spent.
Last comes old age, age of experience,
When one is close to the grave.
Success can be attained at anytime.
But nothing can equal he prime of life,
When one still has so many years ahead.
And when at this time success smiles on you,
Then to the Almighty be the glory,
The gratitude and appreciation,
For a life well spent and full of success.
poem by Mac Araromi
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Life is challence accep it
Life is a word of wonders
Life is lonely
Life is joyful
What is life when all you,
do is breath
Life's a gift now you're wiht me
Life is full of frustation
Life can grab you anytime
Life remains always silence
Life is challenge, accep it
Life is not a bed of roses
What is life?
Life is a puzzle, solve it
A sweet memory of,
Childhood is life
Purpose of life is to grow
Challenge of life is to,
overcome
Life Goes on.
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Take as Challenge
I have spent sleepless nights
To find solution and answers very right
Each time I tried for its way out
I was finding it fruitless and all about
Why at all life was to be taken as challenge
After all we need square meal and manage
Rest everything was out of reach
As people reminded me and tried to preach
I am now scared to share
As I find no place to go near
How I would try to go somewhere
If that leads me to land no where
I thought to end life with no way open
Such ideas may creep in mind all of sudden
I had not known the full potential
As life would be really proving substantial
What is there to stare at sky?
Mind think uselessly about its hollowness and fly
No usefulness can be attained with doubtful mind
It must adapt to the situation and arty to find
What we are looking for in life to carry out mission?
Is it meant for eating and spending time with confusion?
Is there anything to do other than to think endlessly?
Or come in terms with real life and spend it happily
We may breathe as long it is granted by almighty
Nobody is allowed to end it for the fear of poverty
Many more hurdles can make life miserable
Here it may be seen as real danger with trouble
It will be cowardice act if life is ended in failure
On the contrary, steps would have been take n to make it sure
No one here is so sure about his life game
One must live it lavishly with forceful claim
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Well in advance
The destiny is decided well in advance
No one can alter or change it t once
It has to sooner or later surely to come
We have no option but to welcome
Since that has been and is understood by all
Why unnecessarily end the life without its call?
Why in despair we count each moment to come near?
Why has such things gripped our mind with fear?
Human life is not assured in another birth
Not even any body has knowledge of death
We have to breathe till the last as destined
It is clearly understood and well defined
No one may want to deliberate
No one has any insight to narrate
It is purely coincidence that we are human
It is by chance that we are called man or woman
The role is to be played by as willing soul
It may remain as full of error or foul
Yet one must try to act as honest as possible
You need not fear much and allow feet to crumble
You must carry whole burden
It has not come all of sudden
It is meant to be borne by an individual
As it is just routine and must remain casual
We are mere symbol bones and muscles
Yet life is full of wrangles and all tussles
It is just a Skelton and each part countable
Make it to stay in race as far as possible
It will have full identity till the death
People may pay homage with lying of wreath
The show is over and your are thing of past
The moment you have missed the bus and breathed last
It is compared to simple bubble
It can be at any time in trouble
Everything is synchronized with uncertain timing
You are there as long as you are in full tuning
You may carry only well wishes
So many human bodies daily perish
The life span is not at all taken into consideration
The aim is achieved with self motivation
It is hard to live with all sort of inconvenience
Others can be made comfortable with our little lenience
If we have problems then it should not be passed on to others
They have their own life to look after and bother
So let us take it as challenge
It is universal fact that it may end with age
Still we can make fine imprint on page
Love should rule and not the hate with rage
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Nothing Is Certain
I can’t even if wish to cry
You needn’t go anywhere to find out why
It may be worthless and futile try
Some of the reasons may compel you to feel shy
It brings some sort of an attachment
It had been sort of loose alignment
We breathed and spent glorious moments
Fear all of sudden gripped to resent
Why all these bonds and relations?
When we were made sure on interruptions?
It was to end any time with all uncertainties
Whether with bad memories or with beautiful niceties
All religious books are full of descriptions
Vividly explained with quotes and inscriptions
“Life is precious and don’t waste”
May be sour, sweet and bitter in taste
This is in fact accepted reality
Always appreciated for its quality
what a life to enter and depart
even thought we have remained closely as part
I would term it as an opportunity
To serve in unusual way with capability
Amidst sufferings and miseries all around
Still with little hope to find ground
Not a word may find place in your honor
As the tree may be uprooted in tremor
Life may cause many such upheavals
Yet all set for staging to sustain and excel
I may feel no remorse
Even thought it is weakness of course
Who can tell what for he is on this beautiful earth?
Where nothing is certain except death
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Life Is Everywhere
Life is like a train,
but it is too much of pain.
Life has ups and downs,
which are totally round.
Life is like a pain,
each key has different sound.
Life is full of dreams,
as you want to deem.
Life is full of hope,
with the various scope.
Life is smile,
which last for while.
Life is like a dice,
which gives us many chance.
Life is like flower and sea,
which makes it melody.
Life is like a rainbow,
with full of different color show.
Life is so precious,
preserve it.
Life is a chance,
make use of it.
Life is lonely.
I'm life, You are life, We are life.
poem by Vinay Nagrani
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Life Is Life
Life is after all life
Whether you lead peacefully or with full of strife
It has to be spent either way
Casual or with noble and purposeful way
Life can never have different yardstick
Even birds have understood when they speak
Arrival of their new born in the nest
As if to celebrate it with fun and live at best
How nice they take care of new born?
Even rich or poor also enjoy same way even if life is fully torn
It is natural and almighty has given
The same sense of feeling and interwoven
Let us not enlarge area of operation
As it gives rise then to deterioration
If one can't look after its own affair at home
How can he withstand outside pressure and welcome
I picked the sense of birds and evaluated
How peaceful was their life and nicely related?
To build nest in time and take full care
Even to face the presence when some one goes near or dares
In blind quest we sometimes sacrifice real happiness
That may make him restless and not shown on face
If life is given for peaceful living and with purpose
It must be made amply clear and must be chosen
Let is build high rise buildings or make living in space
It has to be made with sense barring the mad race
After all it is for our living and that must be borne in mind
Love, affection, relation are all for us not to go blind
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Not Just a Better Half
(A tribute to my god given life partner)
She's my love, she's my life
So dear to me, she's my wife
Life we have to live this world
Is full of joy and bliss all bold.
Mirror she is, I see myself
Solace in her I find when down
Mentor to me, I learn all time
Happy am I, she's born to me.
Chores she does, chorus we sing
Duo's we do all work with fun
I pass my arms then through her hair
Care she feels from me all while.
Home we built, a fortress it is
Base that’s firm on love so true
Family that prays together all way
Life its full that’s heaven on earth.
Me myself, in her heart I found
Not just my half but all my full
Life would never have been so full
Had never she spent this life with me.
poem by Dr Anish Mathew John
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Life Or Death?
Every day we live, we always face death
We get closer to it, every time we take a breath
Life is special but death brings peace
Life brings reality and things you believe
Death is hard for everyone around
Death is quiet, no more bad sounds
Life is also hard, all the things we go through
Life can never be easy, no matter what you do
Death is sad, for those who cry
Death is meaningful, for those who die
Life is a work of art, it's nice to look
Life is full of teachings, like an open book
Death is the new life, might as well be dead
Death is a lot more, for what's up ahead
Life brings new things, always something new
Life brings surprises, something out the blue
Death is scary, nothing we want to see
Death is negative, a place we don't want to be
Life is full of love, with the ones close to you
Life is full of money, for those who sue
Death is empty, nothing compared to this
Death is a lot of things, too long of a list
But life is everything; don't wait till there's nothing left
Death can wait, so don't waste your last breath
So just pick your choice, which one? Life or death?
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Life is a teacher.
Life is a puzzle that challenges the master mind
Life is a struggle
Life is commitment
Life is a mystery
Life is a goal- achieve it
Life is a dream to fulfil.
Life is an opportunity
life is a vow, fulfil it.
Life is a duty, perform it
Life is a dangerous game, that we play,
The sun and the rain shows the pleasure and pain.
Life is full of questions
Life is full of intentions
Life is full of elations
celebrations
inspirations
relax ation
acceleration
Life’s a gift with the one you trust
Life’s a gift when you spend it with the one you love
Life is a teacher, the more we live the more we learn.
L- Lovely. I- insightful. F- Full of joy. E – Enjoyable
Accept it.
poem by Lucia Domingos Fula
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A life in stages
My dear friends in all walks of life
How do we live happily on the edge of knife?
Life has proved as acid test and still we cling
Try to make it beautiful for many more laurels to bring
It is supposed to be made like I heaven
We do nothing g to make it even
Let every age be made as memorable as possible
It is to be picked up easily as is not forcible
As poet you make it glorious and nicely painted
We all landed it in mess and did not maintain
Let your efforts make deep impact on mind
If they can think little over for happiness to find
Everybody is aware of the importance at every stage
It may transform with the advancement of an age
Some of the stages may not be influenced by our action
Parents may be taking care to look after it well affection
No on e may really know the real philosophy?
The usages and customs vary with condition and geography
Still it will be guided by broader concept to shape it well
Elders to make worthwhile by adding advices and in clarity to tell
Initial stage is spent in unconsciousness
All with great care, love and happiness
Everything is made available at one demand
Especially looked after well by grandparents
Care free life in school days and freedom of movement
All faults or mistaken taken easily with no comments
Life is not burdened with any of the home worry
All concentration on study and no burden to carry
Changes come when you gin adulthood
All notoriety goes with childhood
Now you are young person waiting for spring
New life to lead and many changes to bring
Still not tested the cruel blow
Not yet known the fury of river flow
The time may soon come to face the crisis
Here comes crucial factor to form the basis
Life is romantic and yet to b e enjoyed fully
Promised with sense to remain faithfully
No problem whatever may come on the way?
It is to be solved resolutely for comfortable stay
You may be lone decider of future
Everything has to be decided and made sure
Nothing goes out of calculation and disrupt
Life goes on smoothly without any interruption
You may be able to sum up it later stage
You may look victorious with passing of phase
Life is all set and likely to be spent at ease
There is nothing more now with you to release
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A real come back
I had spent lifeless days so far
It was situation as no win in war
It was full of uncertainties
It always lacked fine qualities
Almost I had died out for nothing
There grew strong urge to do something
The body was erect but lacked enough strength
It had magnetic waves devoid of any length
The sun was daily rising from east
Completing task and setting in west
What was I doing here for nothing?
Uselss like vulture for no adding
I lamented only as human being
Cursed the life for not having made as king
All luxury of life not at disposal
Was it not from Him a bad proposal?
I was enduring it as pain
It was only my worry as main
I had nothing else to do
For m it was horrible true
I searched no soul and felt for agony
The reason may well be counted as many
It was real darkness from within
They rays were not allowed to shine
It was nothing but all negligence
I have lived with all arrogance
What did I know about life with elegance?
I was miles away fromm its real presence
Something pushed me from darkest corner
It came to me as finest hour
I was to rise from pretty ignorance
Life was to be seen with internal beauty and romance
It was lighted with enough of illumination
I could find answer with all my questions
It was right quest to make life worth while
Life was to be lived with a purpose meanwhile
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Water Bubbles
May be mystery involved yet life is fully evolved,
We are to live here purposefully as resolved
We may express sorrow, pain and despair
But nature is there to welcome us with fresh air
How long we will go on blaming life impasse?
It has its own version and special class
Not all can enjoy it freely and purposefully
For it needs life angle to lead it successfully?
It can be taken as fun when everything is at feet
You can afford to mingle with people and greet
You are gifted with all sorts of luxury and treasure
Life is at ease and can be spent with pleasure
See the lie of starved people and dejected
They feel curse and all the time rejected
Their aim in life is not less than animals
Who carry on life aimlessly after arrivals?
Their aim is restricted to two square meals
They have nothing to hide or make deals
They are simply leading life for the sake of survival
No plan, no enthusiasm on their part for any revival
Everybody is aware of fact that life is like water bubble
With little slackness you can be in trouble
Life can be finished if you are not cautious
It must be prolonged and kept in motion or continuous
We are not sure of life after death
It is expressed in religious books as faith
Not much credence can be given without proof
And no one may listen to even if we shout on roof
So at the best we can make good use
Life as it is ours and we can choose
Where to go and how to spend?
Life is limited and may face any time its end
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Like water bubble
May be mystery involved yet life is fully evolved,
We are to live here purposefully as resolved
We may express sorrow, pain and despair
But nature is there to welcome us with fresh air
How long we will go on blaming life impasse?
It has its own version and special class
Not all can enjoy it freely and purposefully
For it needs life angle to lead it successfully?
It can be taken as fun when everything is at feet
You can afford to mingle with people and greet
You are gifted with all sorts of luxury and treasure
Life is at ease and can be spent with pleasure
See the lie of starved people and dejected
They feel curse and all the time rejected
Their aim in life is not less than animals
Who carry on life aimlessly after arrivals?
Their aim is restricted to two square meals
They have nothing to hide or make deals
They are simply leading life for the sake of survival
No plan, no enthusiasm on their part for any revival
Everybody is aware of that life is like water bubble
With little slackness you can be in trouble
Life can be finished if you are not cautious
It must be prolonged and kept in motion or continuous
We are not sure of life after death
It is expressed in religious books as faith
Not much credence can be given without proof
And no one may listen to even if we shout on roof
So at the best we can make good use
Life as it is ours and we can choose
Where to go and how to spend?
Life is limited and may face any time its end
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