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Wish I Could

Wished I could enjoy and celebrate
Give vent to my feeling and relate
Why I accept the challenge and don’t hate?
Special occasion as today is my birth date

Opened the eyes in glorious world
With His blessings in morning cold
Feeling warmth in mom’s fold
So nicely wrapped and affectionately hold

This is special occasion to thank all
Invite the close one on simple call
Share the feelings with good humour
Friends may share it with whisper and murmur

I take it as opportunity to rise from fall
Ready to cross hurdles or jump high wall
Respond to distress signal with immediate call
Humble approach so as not to look tall

I may not be intelligent but certainly not fool
May certainly develop warm relation but not cool
This is how I see life from different angle
Birthday may provide an opportunity to mingle

I know it has fallen short by one year
May not look pleasant to an ears
Life will be difficult to pull on and bear
Sordid affair, sad tales and tragic end to hear

Will it matter how much I lived?
What I professed and which faith believed?
Could I weep somebody’s tear and relieve his pain?
Can that be termed as good will gesture and gain?

I shall not stand at successful gate
All will not praise and may start to hate
Still I believe it is reality and not too late
Should not consider it simple luck or fate

Life may be over in friction of second
No one will accompany including friend
If we can prove and succeed for messages to send
Death may descend but with peaceful end

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Night, really dark night

Why didn’t she respond to call?
Was she really facing the wall?
Wanted to move out and roll the ball?
Was I judging it as flicker or miscall?

It was definitely welcome and invite,
Sure suggestion for passion to ignite,
Was I indication for call in dark night?
I was amused but it was alright,

I jumped two steps at a time,
Forgot what was the interest prime,
Surely can’t afford to loose the opportunity,
Everything can wait but not the girl with beauty,

She looked as if fairy came on land,
I wondered whether I can move hand in hand,
She was not ready yet to become friend,
Then why did she waved at as signal send,

I was moving in and out,
I did not feel victory but a rout,
Ready to move with laws flout,
Knew nothing what was it all about?

Where to go and whom to ask?
Seemed to me a difficult task,
Rushed to a friend for simple advice,
He too was same as I was novice,

I remembered saying” nothing is unfair”
Most valuable and treasured gift is love affair,
I thought it as simple and fair,
Fragrance spread and filled the air,

She represented dark as night,
Her thoughts were not good and right,
She embraced me with invitation to ride,
I was shocked and emotions couldn’t hide,

She was whore and I took her as right,
Difficult to come out without fight,
I rushed from the scene and left the sight,
Night seemed to me really dark night

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Give me call

You give me simple call
You will not face any wall
I shall stand fast and save you from possible fall
Take it granted from me as gesture small

You have found world so much infested
Thoughts and ides not worth invested
It may prove as ground for testing
Seeding in deep but not worth harvesting

You may face problem at every corner
World may seem cruel to you as beginner
Still it has to be countered and faced bravely
Such opportunities you find very rarely

It is general call and must be responded
It is test of time and should not be avoided
One should care and respect the sentiments
It is not simple call but firm commitment

Strom may pass off and ease the situation
It may limp back to normal with continuation
Timely help may not be forgotten at all
It will be considered noble but not small

It is how relationship develops and grows
You may have to gear up to face the blows
Luck may not favour as time may run out
Victory may be turned into defeat with complete rout

Never leave friends in high and dry state
Don’t show discomfort and little sign of hate
It may impair and sour the relation
It may turn sordid with sign of negation

It is better to treat each relation at par
It should be maintained not stretched far
It may supplement and strengthen the bond
Friendship in life may look calm as water in pond

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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As A Friend

Can you tell me as a friend?
Where life starts and world end
May I fail to catch glimpse of beauty?
Will not everyone laugh at me with pity?

Am I carried away by simple look?
Is it purely decoy and luring hook?
As fishes near the food and caught
Battle is lost without being fought

Why I only saw emerging fresh hope
Earnest desire with balanced walk on rope
Was that not open challenge to face?
Soon to fade out and out of race

Fine attempt to survive with glory and pride
Mo mixing of words and emotions to hide
Every angle has different stories to tell
How many may succeed with ends so well

Is it wrong to offer solace and stand as rock?
Morning alarm voice from creature like cock
Setting aside them as mere sign of weakness
Live pulse push to meet and feel oneness

Is the desire root cause of problem?
Can any nation survive without its emblem?
Is it not the earnest feeling and desire?
Will we not be failing to praise and admire?

Countless questions raging peaceful mind
Solution not in sight and answers never find
Can you not act wise and be so kind?
I shall promise to stay not as blind

I found you with His blessings and grace
Life would have been challenge and hurdles to face
Should have fallen out of grace to face ordeal
Wounds would have aggravated without hope to heal

I may end this by not saying good bye
You may not be seen as birds go and fly
It was earnest attempt and try
I will accept it as fate and never cry

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A Never Ending

Life is never ending process
It has no pause or recess
It beats on in different form
Constant changes with very good reform

We have come to stay for short but for a long
Nothing to gain but committing wrong
Find no time for looking back and sum up
It is too late to think and stop

Who makes your life memorable and sweet?
Lovely friends when they come and greet?
Call on you and occasionally meet?
You surge ahead with energy in feet

Endless drive and non stop journey
Sometimes bitterness and sometimes honey
No mad race for treasure or money
Even though it looks sometimes funny

I wish to enjoy it at full length
Though I may not have enough strength
Is it not the strange wish for oasis water?
After all what do we search after?

I may have come across many hurdles
Worries too might have come in bundles
It is all over by the grace of God
How should I express it in words?

I must venture in no man’s land
Sometimes I may find very good friends
I wish I have some treasure to share
I searched all over but found no where

Life seems to me as no problem at all
I take it as challenge and useful call
What is use of crying over split milk?
When there is no water even to drink

It can be made worthwhile by staying positive
No place for thinking destructive or negative
It has to be accepted as destiny or fate
Life is still worthwhile even if we start late

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Several Things I Hate About You

I hate when you call my name
I hate when you send me mail
I hate when you give me rings in the middle of the nights
I hate when you give me precious gifts
I hate when you gaze at me
I hate when you understand me
I hate when I'm in rough times, you support me
I hate when I'm weak, you give me strength
I hate when you tell me that you care about me
I hate when you stand by me
I hate when you hold me
I hate when you spoil me
I hate when you share everything with me
I hate when you draw a smile on my face
I hate when you dry my tears
I hate when you take away all my fears
I hate when I'm sad you make me glad
I hate how deeply I'm in love with you

poem by Sihem Sweetie
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In My Life

Written by ricky & kim wilde
Look for the strength you know you can feel
Search for the truth you know that is real
Then reach for the place you know they cant steal
And say, Im feeling good with my life
No point in letting life bring you down
Theres always something bad hangin round
Face up to trouble and stare it out
I know Im feeling good with my life
In my life - everything is feeling good
In my life - feeling like you know it should
In my life - cant you see its understood
Im feeling good with my life
No better place to start than with you
Get your head together then follow through
Its not what youre saying its what you do
I know Im feeling good with my life
Dont fantasize how your life could be
Make all your dreams a reality
Then there is nothing can bring you down
I know Im feeling good with my life
In my life - everything is feeling good
In my life - feeling like you know it should
In my life - cant you see its understood
Im feeling good with my life
Weve got to make it living together
Learning to share our lives
Weve got to speak from the heart
Find a new way to start
Thats something weve all got to realise
In my life

song performed by by Kim Wilde
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A Season For Sharing

This becomes a season to give, to all with whom we daily live,
And to friends, near and far, to show them how loved they are,
A special time for us to share, our heart showing them we care,
A sharing of our gifts and love, is what this season is made of.

A season souls are behooved, this as many hearts are moved,
To display a different attitude, when moved by a festive mood,
From a special feeling in the air, moving hearts to fondly share,
As hearts and minds conceive, their desire to give and receive.

There’s indeed another side, one from which many people hide,
Which is the very initial reason, why we today have this season,
Observing throughout this earth, every year a very special birth,
The very birth of Christ, our Lord, which by many goes ignored.

This Season that many celebrate, stirs in some a sense of hate,
In hearts where there’s no place, for our Lord’s Love and Grace.
This isn’t true for those of us, who have, in Christ put their trust,
All Believers as the Saviors bride, share His Truth stored inside.

All Truth we’ve stored in our heart, we’re sent by Christ to impart,
The fuller sense, Truth and reason, for all this Christmas Season,
That child born as Jesus Christ, was born to give us Eternal Life,
And when that Truth you believe, New Life in Him you will receive.

poem by Bob Gotti
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Attachment Level

I never gave thought for degree of attachment
How can one think of it and offer comment?
It is real feeling from inside depth
It remains till the time of the death

It is God gift that prompts you to go very close
World would have gone barren if we had no option to choose
It is unknown attraction that pulls us near
We address them affectionately and call dear

You think of good and give fine support
It is one kind of loose attachment with good rapport
Human beings are made of sensitive fiber
Never forget a close friend but always remember

You can do two things in life all the times
Miss some one and cry or offer smile sometimes
There is no third option with you to be called nice person
As everything is out of our ambit with certain reasons

The body stretches fast when you burst into laughter
You may come to know the effect soon after
Some thing freshen up to remain in good mood
As if energy is abstracted from the fresh food

No one regrets friendship if it is genuine
Some friends prove as bitter as quinine
They leave behind bitter taste to last long
You may feel sour about being with the company of wrong

We may not come to know about the end of the journey
Nothing may accompany us including assets or money
Some of the close friends may miss the company
Your absence may not invite the attention of many

It is difficult to weigh in terms of any degree
We feel certainly relieved and very much free
It is closeness and love that keeps us in good spirit
We are always eager to meet friends and lovingly greet

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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If I Lived One More LIfe... I Would

If I lived one more life
I would melt by the gentle sight of you
I would believe that your love is true
I would erase my fake intention
I would hold back all my foolish emotion

If I lived one more life
I would read all yr colorful envelopes
I would never burn your words of hopes
I would cherish your banner on the wall
I would make sure it will never fall

If I lived one more life
I would pick up your call night & days
I would guarantee your mind not decays
I would let my door open at all time
I would safe your sanity to prevent any crime

If I lived one more life
I would stand before you on my knee
I would beg your family to forgive me
I would plead to share your torture
I would fight to bring back your future

If I lived one more life
I would endure all your hate
I would accept you as my fate
I would strive to give you the best of me
I would die in your arms and be happy

If I lived one more life … I would

Dedicated to D.N.R – It’s been 14 years… This is my apology, I mean every word.

poem by Niken Kusuma Wardani
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From start to an end

I have precious thing in my possession
I have got it from heaven as concession
I always prayed from God for generous heart
I feel it is with me from the beginning or start

I wish everybody is blessed with
So much is commented upon it is surrounded by myth
If person is having all the comforts at his disposal
The life will be useless if lacks the courage to accept good proposal

There are gloomy people to be found around
Some of the things are difficult to understand and find
They shed the tears over somebody’s success
Their only remorse is not having that much access

I have come across some of the good saying
No one may actually go in for buying
The time has come for all the difference burying
The need or importance is already lying

What we had you had in or possession that has been lost?
What we have gained so far and at what cost?
What are all things may accompany when we depart?
I could name a single thing pointed out to me from the start

I have decided to spend whatever I have
For the noble cause when it needs to behave
If all prefer to go blindly for material benefit?
Who will care for Poor’s aspirations and meet

I may prefer to render few pieces of advice
It will be good on my part to be wise
It will definitely be appreciated if something I acceded to
We may be doing something worthwhile and very true

Many festivals fall during the year and peacefully pass off
We may be spending lavishly like cigar’s puff
It is good to enjoy the occasion but in true spirit
At least keep mercy at heart and love when openly greet

So many may be wishing to celebrate it with fun fare
They may not have means to go any where
You may find half clad person’s on the road
Living happily though with compulsion and carrying the load

I wish if I can share their one tear
That may give some feelings to bear
One of the cruelest factors of real life
Where everything is like sharp edge of knife

I may not have enough means to share their burden
Unhappiness and miseries that has befallen all of sudden
If I can cry for moment and participate for a second even
I shall consider my self as worthiest human being then

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Beautiful Bird

I saw beautiful bird
'Cuckoo' by name and with lovely voice cord
Always there to bring about some cheers for human being
As they love the nature and in praise sing

I saw the pain and dryness in bird's voice cord
The bird watched towards sky and jumped forward
This was not good omen and I feared some bad fallout
I thought of certain short fall in rain resulting in draught

Dark clouds were no where seen
With little sweet melody you can witness the scene
I helplessly observed no change
As bird felt it and could hardly raise

Some people pick the sense and raise the concern
They too predict something bad and speak it in turn
Rain God may not be kind this year
If it is to be believed in ears

Birds give good indication of seasons
Their arrival in time with reasons
They pick it with their hidden sense
They express joy with their presence

Take morning stroll if you can
You may feel freshness of air without fan
It blows gently to instill new energy
A real blessings and chance from almighty

I always to see beautiful things around
Cool breeze to feel and dews on the ground
It is really wonderful to think of best friend
Nature as such is our close ally to stand by

Let us be with birds to celebrate
Enjoy its presence and strongly relate
We have to share more burdens
As we have lost some ground and faith is shaken

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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7th February 2012

I was a year older on Tuesday,7th February 2012;
And, you were a year older on the same day!
Day, ray, say, tray, bray, bay, pray, play, May, way, away;
But this poem is dedicated to you my friend.
Date, mate, late, rate, hate, bate, gate, crate, pate, sate, state;
For, the occasion also reminded me of your love!
Year, ear, hear, sear, tear, wear, bear, dear, fear, gear, spear;
And like the ways of life around us! !
But, this poem is dedicated to you.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Special

I been trying for so long
To get you where I stand
Feel like I been climbing all my life
Everybody told me
I'd never ever get this far
I know I can make it if I try
There's the special things that come your way
?I'll be praying? no matter what they say
Special things that somehow come to you
(come to you, you too, to you, do to, be do, you)
Special things come to you
There's no sense in trying to fight it
When I want something so bad
No, it's not as easy as it seems
Simple things are the hardest
Of the things we do for love
And I won't give up cause I'm not just what it means
The special things you dream about
And the special things you're all about
Special things that somehow come to you
And it's the simple things to just believe
And the special things that you want to see
Special things somehow come to you
(come to you, doo doo doo, to you, doo doo doo)
Special things (doo, doo ahh, you doo)
Do do doo, on you, do do doo, to you
Do doo, ahh, do do doo, too
There's the special things that come your way
?I'll be praying? no matter what they say
Special things that somehow come to you
The special things you dream about
And the special things you're all about
Special things that somehow come to you
There's the special things that come your way
?I'll be praying? no matter what they say
Special things that somehow come to you
And it's the simple things to just believe
And the special things that you want to see
Special things somehow come to you

song performed by by Vitamin C
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Hate Is...

Hate is a feeling that boils with rage.
Hate is a feeling you lose with age.
Hate is a feeling that eats inside.
Hate is a feeling we all should hide.
Hate is the feeling we dont understand.
Hate is the feeling of losing our stand.
Hate is the feeling of a thing called fear.
Hate is the feeling that hurts in here.
Hate is a feeling that grows some more.
Hate is a feeling, what good is it for?
Hate is a feeling that you have too.
Hate is a feeling I have for you.

poem by Kev Elmer
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My Courtsy to All

I was greeted with good morning
I thought it may be simple warning
But it turned out to be warm welcome
The unknown friend had finally come

She was not at all that simple
Very dynamic and capable
Gifted with brilliance and tough posture
I was relaxed and very sure

Today was some special day
As sun had shown with its way
Very bright and advising to go along
I was afraid of going wrong

I was cornered by simple invitation with hello
She was emphatic in assertion and not lying low
”What was I up to this morning” she stated
I was glad and felt very elated

I was in search of trusted ally
She was firm assertive and not silly
I submitted my self humbly
And stood in silence shyly

She won’t mix with words
It was her different world
Altogether not based with this deception
She had offered me very good reception

Well, this is once in million chances
Where you come cross friends only at once
It can happen with any one
If it is desired sincerely for someone

I was asked “what I liked most”
A good friend with toast!
I replied for strengthening the relation
There were no more questions

I live with live memory as writer
I need beautiful character in mind and not fighter
She was all fitting into it
She was perfect as friend and fit

I must admit that I was carried
At no stage she had lied
It was my pleasure to know her more
What else can do then to adore?

I would love and l like if she really falls
Comes to me after scaling the wall
I shall earnestly wait for her call
I remain same with my courtesy to all

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A nice to hold

It is always nice to hold somebody with high regard
It is sign of looking positive and straight forward
It may ultimately pay you in the long run
Certain people laugh it out and take as fun

It is best way and very good principle if we adopt
It makes people to act nicely and be little prompt
It is necessary to make more friends than foes
Otherwise life can be full of miseries and woes

I was overwhelmed by a good gesture from a friend
I thought of world coming to the near end
Why was it so that there can be tremendous change?
Was there any sea change in my attitude or age?

“Why do you hold me in high esteem and praise?
Make me to feel great with status highly raised
I am overwhelmed by your noble gesture
As you always wished me for bright future” I parried at friend

I was no where near respectable mark or level
You encouraged me to work hard and excel
Filled with high spirit, motivation and enthusiasm
I am Inspired to rise beyond certain level and “ism” friend replied

I was confined to zero energy and confined
You infused me with optimism and refined
How to express my gratitude and acknowledge?
I am novice and have no such knowledge

Will you pardon me for being so negative?
Lukewarm to response and not so sensitive
I must learn quite a lot from you and oblige
I feel shy to open up but have nothing to hide.. I was overwhelmed

Is it not the tendency of human being to deceive?
No return of thanks when applauses received
We might have scaled new height and glory
Still we may forget the past as simple story

If we learn to repay good gesture with gratitude
People will learn to respect with different attitude
This is what is expected from new generation
They should rise above all without any expectation

It may look as simple form of advice
It should not be considered as mechanical device
Time may change but not the essence and spirit
You may all the time need oil for lamps to lit

We shall not last to see it either
Storm may come and soon to wither
Life has to stabilize and prove its best
it must stand firm to the rigid test

I find no other reason to withdraw or not to follow
Very sensible person must adhere to and allow
It may pave the way for cordial relation
It is the time for motivation and elation

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A beautiful figure

I used to stare at beautiful figure
Why I preferred it? Am not quietly sure
It was something I felt deserved our attention
Nice words of praise with very good mention

I considered my self as one of the most handsome
This view may be shared by not all but some
It is not bad to feel good for self and enjoy
It may be good reason to feel happy with joy

I may stand in front of mirror and quietly murmur
Look body from all the angles and whisper
How much thrill it used to send that I don’t know?
But it was definitely self elation matter anyhow

I was laughed at in many public places
I will look at smart and beautiful faces
My close friends may come near and cut jokes
I will scorn them to shut the unnecessary poke

T was hurting me if someone to comment badly
I will not accept it lightly and think over it sadly
It was matter of deep insult cause for worry
It was anguish for me but surely felt very sorry

Who will not like few words of praise?
You will step out if few more good words are raised
You will be inflated with air in body
It will be known as proud moment for anybody

I think I am not exception in this race
There may be lots of people with such case
They will be suffering from personal syndrome
They will be living in their on world and feel very much at home

I knew from outset that beauty may fade away
Still it was necessary to feel in special way
Not all people are gifted with fine and attractive figure
They seem to think to have bright prospectus with future

If one lives under false impression and feel same
He must be prepared to share some blame
Many may not like the outer beauty and comment adversely
Still it will be his cool temperament that will not accept it as remorse

The mirror may reflect exactly what you are
The person may know reality for being how far?
It will be best suited to his temperament
The gain will be seen from positive point at any moment

It is good not to be carried away
You will not be in position to have permanent sway
Any natural object has to die or perish
It is quite to have close finish

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A Beautiful Reflection