What can be secret.........
What can be secret of longitivity?
Has it to do something with continuity?
Any living being has to be continuous
Life is to betaken as challenge with seriousness
You stop breathing and life is over
Close the eyes and loose the cover
Anything you miss and chance is lost
Life counts each moment and survives the most
I want to live and breathe the fresh air
Concentration full with no split hair
Worry and dullness leaving apart
Complete movement with joy and look smart
I want to be simple and honest
So close to HIM after offering the best
May it be as difficult as acid test?
Still will be smooth as life rest
What have I to do with worldly things?
It has no use for me to be used as something
With bare minimum need for use
It may serve more and not defuse
World is demanding more and more
Situation was not bad as this before
Income less and expenses rising
More unnatural deaths really surprising
It may not bother me as individual
I may take it simple and casual
It may not look sound and unusual
We have to play simple but no role dual
It may bring some sanity
Life so close to the reality
Real happiness with joy and amity
To lead a life with honour and simplicity
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A joy or sensation
There is no sensation or joy in life
if you are not with me as mate or wife
in every object I see you or find
nothing appeals to me even air or wind
I can’t murmur or sing
Can’t fly with crippled wing
Feet crumble and perform no dance
Eyes disobey and refuse to glance
I have no reason to smile
How to offer or go along for a mile
Everything seems to be far away for while
I continue to live as if in exile
Dreams don’t invade me in night
Thoughts emerge and continue to fight
Tears gush often and simply occupy
Restless night descend to make me cry
It may be cowardice act if I leave the scene
Must looks normal so that pain isn’t seen
However to explore what can be done as best
In every sphere of life even if it is hard test
Time and tide may offer the resistance
To lead simple life may be our insistence
We will not leave the scene and fled away
Continue to find solution and honorable way
Every morning may bring new message
Life may move on with smooth passage
We may care for precious time and sure to save
Move on with mission and sail on waves
There is no sensation or joy in life
if you are not with me as mate or wife
in every object I see you or find
nothing appeals to me even air or wind
Life has proved to be an adventurous
It was never challenge and proved as mysterious
It has provided us challenge and remained continuous
Have we accepted the fact and tried to make it harmonious?
Life is to be lived to its full length
There lies complete joy and d strength
We may sometimes find it difficult
It certainly provides us success and result
Try to enjoy it will simple smile
Never look tiresome or wear it for a while
Enjoy the fruits of life and carry on
It is half way battle already won
We must think seriously and define
Life has to be though afresh and refined
It has to have close look and watch
It must be renewed with fine approach
You may like it with new vigor and energy
No joy can be brought with the help of money
Life is to be recreated in fine way
You will be able to make it bright with golden ray
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Play all part
Fool is having two wives
Still pathetically he lives
Life may go on with same assigned role
Peace may never be had even if called
Is the life not like circus?
Everything is like mirage and minus
Yet we strive hard to maintain dignity
May be life is another name for continuity
In circus we play all parts
Limited time to play and depart
Yet leave behind the simple fact
Life has to be based on real acts
No one can afford to take it lightly
As some has said it rightly
Life is so uncertain and not in our hand
Everybody must be treated as close or friend
As show nears the end with long applauds
You have mission accomplishment and feel proud
No one may ever think of hazards involved
As life is known to have some facts to revolve around
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Missing you
We were so close
as close as could be
You were my faith in life
My reason to believe
Believe in happiness
the happiness you brought me each day
But, now is lost
All the words that i didn't say it yet
Say that you were my eyes
You were my heart
You were my soul
You were my life
You were everything i have in my life
my life is nothing with you here by
my side, taking back all we lost,
sharing what we had the best
and letting what is dust.
but this will never happen,
so, what do I have to do now?
Now, I am looking for happiness again
A happiness of peace again
I miss being happy
I miss you so much, Angel! ! !
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poem by Oussama samouna
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When Life was Simple
When life was simple
Was when I was in mother's womb?
but wait we were poor so my mom got no prenatal care.
When life was simple
Was when my mother gave birth to me...?
but wait I was born premature with a collapsed lung unable to breathe.
When life was simple
Was when I was 6 month old?
but wait that was when my mom found out I have Cerebral Palsy.
When life was simple
Was when I was about ten?
but wait that when I was called the little cripple boy who has no friends.
When life was simple
I was about 26
but wait that when my mother scoffed at my poetic gift.
Well I'm 41 now
and throughout the years there's one thing I have learned
Life is never simple.
Life...life...life..
life is where ever we stand for it
life is just a simple journey
life is what we make it
life is no nothing if we silent about it
life is crush if we turn the wrong path
life is very serious if we choose wrongly
life will not come if not in search
life is easy if we know which kind I overcome
real life is very simple
it all matters very happy we just need to understand the problem of the future
real life is very exciting
life is SWEET.
Murder of life
Ive lost my effort in life, maybe its just a simple crime. living life like it was murder can be pleasant when you are around strangers. Outgoing and fun isnt the solution, neighter strait or serious help the motion. having to live a double life its like taking a life, running away from problems everytime. life can be like a hard day with bad weather or like a sunny spring day, beautiful and clever.Some times we take our life and use it as a tool, people dont realize life its only one, live it full.
Life its a precious gift given by god and many people just lay there and drop. Ive lost my effort in life, maybe its just a simple crime. living life like it was murder can be pleasant when you are around strangers.
poem by Yaderin Cruz
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You again
If my hands had any power in them
I´d make you
Fall for me again
Just with the simple touch of my tiny fingers
I´d let you
Come to me again
If my hands had any power in them
I´d cover my eyes
Just with the simple touch of my soft palm
Over my eyelids
And open them again
So I could see you
Running to me again
If my lips had any power in them
I´d kiss this old rose you gave me
And make it blossom again
Just with the simple encounter of my lips
And the red petals
Bringing it back to life
And having you by my side
If my heart had any power in it
I´d hold u close to my chest
Real tight
And bring you back into my life.
poem by Nina gáspari
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By The Ocean (For Dislocated Heart)
I stand by the ocean,
Breathing in the crisp air of night fall,
Watching the moon slipping away,
As the sky melts into the sea;
An endless darkness.
I can feel my mind falling into its depths,
Thinking about every breath I take,
About the world above,
And the world below.
Questions fill my mind,
Questions of life, living, and existence,
Yet still I stand,
Silent and still.
The gentle breeze in the palm trees,
Brushing my hair across my face.
The wind pushes my dress against my legs,
The feeling almost mimicking that of the water.
I can feel the cool spray of the ocean with each wave,
A giant lung breathing the same air as I.
It is a calm entity existing to exist.
A world so unknown and full of wonder,
Yet so simple from above…
I breath a sigh and close my eyes,
The sight of the waves imprinted on my eyelids,
The scent filling my nose and mouth,
The water touching my skin,
The taste of the salt on my tongue,
The repetitive sound of the water endlessly fill my mind.
My feet buried in sand as if to be innocent sand crabs.
A moment so calm and simple,
Yet so meaningful,
If you take the time to experience it,
A moment in which nothing else matters,
Nothing but the water, the sand, and living.
Everything else, like the sky,
Melts away into the sea,
Into the endless dark abyss.
And so I stand,
By the water,
Living and breathing.
If only the world would stop for a moment,
A moment to live and breathe too;
So relaxing and yet so eye opening.
The silence of the night wrapping around me,
The ocean rocking me into sweet oblivion.
Until I have to open my eyes and walk inside,
Back to reality,
But until then,
I'll just stand here,
By the ocean.
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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Forgiveness
Running over the morning checklist -
magnanimity; forgiveness; simplicity of life;
compassion; contentment; truthfulness…
still, that reluctance, to forgive ‘them’…
however, questions put from heart to self
call out self-answer:
since we cling to that ‘otherness’
of others, we prohibit the oneness of ourself..
ego lies so close, so close to self,
as if it hides in self’s own shadow;
it is ego that will never quite forgive itself!
since ego clings with desperation
to the life it steals from life; so -
for give: for otherness,
give unity.. oh why
is something just so simple,
just so difficult?
Yet with the message,
warm its smile..
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Flower's Boom
How an earnest quest can end in happiness?
When fulfilled, will certainly glow your face
Grief disappears and starts balanced new journey
Worry remains only for getting more money
I am not for making only friends
I want life beautifully come to an end
How can I have it in rest of the life?
As it has proved difficult as an edge of knife
It looks as if the treasure is hidden
Without it, the life goes on with burden
Nothing seems in sight and spent with full of worries
It is like cart full of load and simply and we all carry
Our eyes rest on some beautiful object
We try to pick it up but soon restrict the act
Same happens with the choice of life partner
We see many flowers but avoid it being as Gardner
Some of the close friends can make it easy
Arrange the meeting and make you busy
Rest can be handled skillfully to the conclusion
Friends can remove misgivings later if existed any confusion
So it required some link to be able to score
You can only put best efforts and explore
This part is so much important
Later on in life there can be improvement
It is equally important for female
As she may be needing trustworthy male
Life can’t be pushed further smoothly
Until that has been agreed to act faithfully
There will real happiness and flower’ boom
There should be left no doubt with any room
It is simple trust and to last till remains together
The storm may come in life and simply wither
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Life is.....
Life is a chance
Make use out of it
Life is beautiful
Admire it
Life is happiness
Enjoy it
Life is a dream
Make it reality
Life is a challenge
Take it
Life is a responsibility
Do it
Life is a game
Play with it
Life is a promise
Keep it
Life is sadness
Overcome it
Life is a song
Sing it
Life is a tragedy
Face it
Life is an adventure
Go through it
Life is a luck
Take it
Life is so precious
Preserve it
Life is life
So
STRIVE FOR IT
poem by Sarah Ally
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Life
Life is a simple math
Matter of simple calculations
Life needs a strait path
With wisdom not speculations
But who is not at least a little bit psychopath?
Even God’s life is not so smooth
That’s why it seems so difficult
So much effort is wasted even by God!
poem by Asif Andalib
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Scholarly Wish
To learn more in life is scholarly wish
It may remain there till you perish
What will be more important is its proper use
What if one uses as only tool for misuse?
It is stubbornness of mind
That may lead you to find
The treasure of life and its message
Till you reach at the dead end of an age
Life can be considered as sea deep
Very sour taste and unpleasant to keep
Yet it vastness may always appeal
It is magnificent and in fact real
We may not in whole of life fully learn
Who knows at what moment it may turn?
Against or in favor to shower the fortune
You may swing in favor or out of tune
You may claim to be scholar
But it may be very slender
What you know may of little use
Not enough to convince and defuse
Nobody has understood life so far
It is like far off object twinkling like star
It may provide no light
Only we may boost and consider it right
Know little bit and try to consume
What can be real message and journey to resume?
No one may be able to predict direction in time
We may be diverted on the way many times
Think precisely in what can be true?
As no one may be assertively take you through
It will be journey fully controlled by an individual
Whether he leads simple life or that of dual person
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Simple wagon
The mind is such a complex paragon,
with heavy loads in it as simple wagon
Life is not easy to live and carry with
Walk on sharp weapon with meaning and myth
My heart beats to a lovely rhythm
Good art work I see always in poem
It is so sensitive but not as device
Respect to all wishes and to an advice
What do I owe to mankind and world as whole?
Never appreciate any or encourage little hole
Human bonding and peace almost should prevail
I shall not put myself first but chance all avail
I am not helpless but simple woman
No one can cheat including a man
He may has to face challenge and consequence
I may make him realize to the tune and dance
It is not simply hairs have turned gray
Earth may change into fine pot and clay
Feet may crumble but not out of fear
Time may be factor and brunt has to bear
I have my own way to lead a lovely life
Trustful as I am daughter, mother or wife
People may have lust and greed in their eyes
I may not bother with their hello and byes
I may pick garbage but not as scavenger
Infuse heart with sanity as kind massager
Life is to live with and lead as passenger
Try to live with honour and act as manager
Scraps and useless too have their values
Thrown may be away but have their dues
Life may go on and hardship may continue
New search must be on area and avenue
I know every dog has price
No one may need very simple advice
Courage you should have in critical time
Aim you should decide as goal prime
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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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Why Children?
Why children occupy our full attention
We daily talk about and make mention
Wherever we go we carry some impression
Always praise with happiness and nice expressions
Some of the childless families miss the opportunity
It is divine gift offered to us with fine quality
So many couples may be offering prayers to have child
They may consider themselves unlucky and blind
Almighty has done fairly well for all human beings
The happiness desce4nds and bell rings
The child’s arrival is accepted with grace
So much happiness is seen on the face
One simple smile from child makes our life beautiful
Whole world seems to be within our reach and looks full
What is missing in our life thereafter?
Nothing else, only happiness and bursting into laughter
How a dropp of rain can bring life to seed?
How a soul comes into being and really freed?
What a lovely life when comes to play a role?
Intimacy with all and breathing as noble soul
What do we make thereafter in real world?
Love to live with love or create hate fold
Drag every one in new strategy to cheat
Consider it milestone and great feat
We abuse the child and push them to one side
We force their destiny and compulsorily decide
The perceptional difference is very wide
We sometimes don’t take precaution to hide
Let us not undermine importance of children
They are like messiahs and flowers even
What do we expect from their innocence?
Make life so lovely in their presence
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Sun Ready To Set
Sun ready to set in west,
Delivery of goods at best,
Half circle complete from east,
Time to go but no more rest,
Sing of continuous activities,
All for good and best utilities,
If no movement or stop while,
Everything to a grinding halt as close file,
Life should have different style,
Continuous movement and golden shine,
All must appreciate your work fine,
No more abuses such as pig or swine,
Not all may understand and grasp it well,
Life for them may be living hell,
Always to suffer and nothing to tell,
Face looks hard as if having a swell,
It is not easy to keep smile on face,
Not hint or composure even lost a race,
Anger at heart but always embrace,
Always ready to face and brace,
Sun may be source of energy,
You can spread light even if you are clergy,
Honest approach with true spirit,
Enlightened path when lamp is lit,
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter LXX: Good Vs Bad
Good is always in simple mind, bad always thinks how to trick
Good is always in simple way, bad always finds the escape
Good is always in simple manner, bad always fakes to cheat
Good is always in simple purpose, bad always has a catch
Good is always in simple reason, bad always uses layered lies
Good is always in simple trust, bad always changes the side
Good is always in simple life, bad always watches his back
Good is always in simple word, bad always talks complicated
Good is always in simple fun, bad always tired to understand
Good is always in simple hope, bad always tries to control the world
Good is always in simple choice, bad always looks what’s the point
Good is always in simple act, bad always counts the advantage
Good is always in simple thing, bad always exaggerates what have been
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Life is mini circus
Life is circus
Only be in radius
Though very vicious
But still stable and continuous
However for moment to stay
Very good and happy day
To be born as child again
Lost moment regained once again
Crowd of small kids and parents
Joy and happiness is right inherent
This is right place to enjoy
Tigers, leopards are not simple toys
Still to live together
Amidst fear but nothing to bother
All will be well as days pass
The life can be made of super class
There is no danger but only thrill
Body can be made like steel with drill
New lease of life supposed to fill
Any wrong idea not to remain still
A long way to go but to stick together
A fine show with sequences here and there
Dogs, animals and joker with same act
Make us to laugh with all known facts
Show is over but game not over
Life may go on for finding a cover
One may get in and other may depart
Inseparable and important part
We all love to live with complete change
Children and young manage with the age
We become sensible and others do not mind
Some may succeed and others may fail to find
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Simple Kind Of Life
For a long time I was in love
Not only in love, I was obsessed
With a friendship that no one else could touch
It didnt work out, Im covered in shells
And all I wanted was a simple thing
A simple kind of life
And all I needed was a simple man
So I could be a wife
Im so ashamed, Ive been so mean
I dont know how it got to this point
Ooh I always was the one with all the love
But you came along, Im hunting you down
Like a sick domestic abuser lookin for a fight
And all I wanted was the simple things a simple kind of life
Oh if we met tomorrow for the very first time
Would it start all over again?
Would I try to make you mine?
I always thought Id be a mom
Sometimes I wish for a mistake
The longer that I wait the more selfish that I get
You seem like youd be a good dad
Now all the simple things are simply too complicated for my life
Howd I get so faithful to my freedom? a selfish kind of life
When all I ever wanted was the simple things a simple kind of life
song performed by by Gwen Stefani
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