You know the agony
How come you know the agony?
How does the torture affect many?
Undergo the suffering and you may have feeling
The spirit and resolve keeps you live and not killing
The toothache may make you restless
The painful night may be reflected on face
Peace of mind is affected largely to get rid off
You may be prevented from offering a forced laugh
It is better to be lost in crowd
Let your voice be heard very loud
It may have enough of strength and weight
You are in time on scene and never late
Some of pains are really unbearable
They may send you down and crumble
You are down with so much helplessness
It is known but difficult to come out of duress
It is said and believed that one must under go the same
You may exactly be in position and state where from it came
It may be troubling to all but never actually took place
The worry lines are reflected and clearly seen on the face
No one likes slight pain or discomfort
No one may voluntarily go for or opt
It comes in regular course and dealt with
Person is bending with cry and closing the teeth
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Forgive me Oh, almighty
My heart is filled with grief and pain
Tears rush in eyes for something to explain
The voice is choked as eyes refuse to believe
I just stay in silence for pain to relieve
I feel part of some heavenly body
This place has not been put by anybody
It is heavenly and appeals all to become noble
Serve the poor, pray the almighty and never crumble
Here is place where life was sacrificed
For sacred principles and upholding values as promised
Holiest of holy land from where prophet preached
Spread the message with utmost faith and searched
With first sight it generates divine feeling
Person may offer everything as willing
From a distance I have developed an emotional link
Something runs in veins when I pray and think
It is my first routine in the morning
Pray with joint hands and ask for condoning
For all mistakes and evil work done in day time
With open heart and clear mind to forgive as no crime
I am unable to hold more when face is covered with tears
It speaks of something which is difficult to bear
How could people be that disrespectful to the holy soul?
When disciples voluntarily gave up life for noble call
I could realize now why are we called mean animals?
Why we end up in tragedies with quick dismissals?
Why we face all consequences of bad nature
Yet don’t forget to inflict injury for others
I only know about the great sacrifice
The holy stand taken and laying down of life for promises
It makes me to cry and wish in all my humbleness
Oh God, grant me such strength and shine on face
It gives me enough of feeling from inner space to do worthwhile
To extend sincere wishes to all Muslim brethrens to think for while
The ideals and principles for which the traditional values are held
Be united in resolve and strength else the fate is going to be sealed
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Horror Of The War
Of night How long time it has been you and me were best friends
I can't imagine even you've changed your face
How long time every day wiped away my pain
But last night even you became a strange
Oh night you were my best friend
Even you became so cruel how strange
What's wrong the world all have changed
Ah world humanity from you is lost how a unbearable reality
The horror of the dreary war surrounding everywhere rendering sullen vain strain
Everywhere the sounds of the bombs
The mortality voice of war is shouting through the darkness of the night covering. All around
Oh night what a horror I can't bear all this pain the ugly sound of the guns and bombs what's wrong with the world
The voices of bombs through the gloomy night are destroying me inside
The echoes of terrible woes of the war are gazing at the dark like a devil
Everywhere no sign of life
No sign of humanity at the darkness is lost
What a unbearable heart pain the world is lost
I heard her voice at the dark
She was there all alone
All her lover ones have had gone
At the darkness through the ugly silent of the might
I heard her voice she were there all alone
Has she lost her mind she was crying and talking with her dead mother what a unbearable heartache
She was calling everyone looking for help
Oh poor girl humanity is dead even her father refused to come there
And told her just wait till the morning ill be there
What a world I can't bear living all these heartache
I know tomorrow will be so late
Just praying for her to be found when tomorrow comes
Oh god you may help her to stay alive
Oh you night even you changed your face
I know after today nothing will be the same even our friendship is dead.
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Making A Scene
Making a scene
I'm coming clean
Thought I'd like to put you in your place
My drink in your face
Wouldn't look so bad
Now I'll live this down
Let me know if I'm talking much too loud
Drawing a crowd
I don't mind if you don't mind
I'd like to see you
I'd like to take you on
I can't go wrong
Your thumbs been in my pie for much too long
Now I'm feeling strong
And I will speak my mind
I'd like to see you
I'd like to take you on
Take you on
I'd like to see you
I'd like to take you on
Take you on
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Past memory
How long person can live with past memory
To feel sad whole day and night with so much sorry
Adding tension, causing concern and worry
This is something one must avoid to carry
I come across many people with strong attachment
They cry whole day and pass pessimistic statements
It is nothing but creation of confused mind
No one can really go forward for solution to find
Smile is such thing and can be had for no cost
It is missing in most of the cases with real face lost
They find end of world with slight setback
Relation is soared with development of cracks
The face bears great sense of satisfaction
The smile is very good parameter for such action
It is reflected as very good sign
One must accept the fate and silently resign
The is loosing its flavor when detached from plant
No one can restore its charm the way it is wanted
Once broken from its link with no more hope
Everything goes wrong and it flops
The face remains swollen and complete barren
This does not take place or happen all of sudden
It has its roots from the emancipation of mistrust
Then there is left little scope for any kind of trust
Only true friends may have little time to listen to your woes
The sad tale may go unheeded or unheard even if it flows
It looses its relevance if you are not sure of what is in mind?
No one may give credence to your tale even if you are so kind
You must make choice for past and present
You can’t remain attached to past and remain physically absent
That state is not acceptable in its any form
You need complete change with attitudinal reform
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Where were you
Where you when light were went off?
I was frightened and cried for wolf
Wife whispered in ears few lines of song
I couldn't think what actually went wrong
Before going to sleep, we had sweet fight
Mind was still preoccupied with dead night
So many thoughts invaded and crossed the mind
Sudden going off light was seemingly unkind
May be it was unexpected and all of sudden
Not easy to skip off when worries are laden
Loud sound woke me up and I was unaware
All thought disappear as that of shining flare
I could not laugh easily at silly exposure
It proved me as coward person with status unsure
What could I do in such difficult situation?
This put me in difficult and awkward position
This speaks clearly the state of mind
Sudden shock was not something of new find
It happens when one is not well prepared
Position as such shouldn't and can't be compared
Everybody laughed at my uneasy calm
I felt amused as descended from the high tree palm
Though it was unusual but not matter of joke
Every body laughed at and unnecessary poke
I too realized it had many implications
It was raising doubts and complications
Wife too was serious and at pain to explain
For many days she had to hide and remain
Nothing more could be done except to laugh
Wife handled it well as my better half
I too put up a good show and brave front
Shared agony, shame jokes and bore the brunt
These are lighter moments of life
It can only be shared with wife
Time may come when you may realize
How true it was to laugh and memorize
Sometimes it is blessings in disguise
You can easily met your beloved with surprise
No one will take note of dark situation
To be spotted by any body will be out of question
Night with darkness represents unique picture
Dead silence and blanket cover helps the fixture
Two true lovers can meet and enjoy natural beauty
Calm may prevail when they try to be little funny
Even dropp of pin may disturb the silence
Slight movement of leaves may create disturbance
They find the way without dimmer of light
They may not loose again with lovely sight
Oh no, don’t make them feel so nervous
Peace of mind goes off making them furious
Let the light not come again with full surprise
Hand in hand and with promises to rise
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Reflected
Look upstanding with your head held high
You will be reflected
You looK outstanding with your eyes in disguise
Just beyond your glasses
Holy, how he would keep, it's devine
I'm surely glad, I'm surely over town
And even though I'm you will always here
Very rarely worry almost constantly
Could you be receptive
Our life's outstanding in a shower please
Wet my skins a plenty
Baby, what a day I love our town
I'm surely glad, I'm surely all around
And even since I knew it all so clear
You will be reflected
You will be reflected
You will be reflected
You will be reflected, reflected
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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No to isolation
It is neither secret place
Nor solitary in any case
Don't run away with fear
Pain and agony is meant to bear
See another side of human being
The beautiful heart can be found with king
Poor and rich all long for its company
You should search and go for it like many
Ni peace may be had from isolation
Even god may not grant that indication
As love and hate can be reflected on face
It is best to leave and spend time with human race
In human sound you may find hymns
Honest urge for almighty with concerns
They are also troubled souls and search for peace
Come back to the poorest of poor and live at ease
Death has spared no one
So don't be afraid of any one
It may find you even in isolation
It will then cause you great indignation
Severe not that has been considered sacred
You are only briefed wrong and mislead
No one has found almighty in thick forest
Even if some of the time has been spent as best
People may not allow you to be restless
As they too know what can be reality on face
World is too considerate if some one is in dire need
Not all are after hatred but few are still good indeed
So love to live among and spend time
It is possible you may have good time
You may find the bright sun shine with divine message
That is all we need in our entire age
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Horrified tale
It is condemned as horrified tale
The position constantly abused by male
Simple story of domination and torture of female
I fail to understand and face turns pale
What has happened to woman folk?
Why same story is repeated to talk?
Each time we come across when walk?
Emerges out of ignorance as they reveal and soak
How can one say she was influenced?
By sweet talks and personality she got induced
When time came for honor to be reduced?
All ideas rush and state of mind gets confused
No soul may fall for easy pray
As no human being likes complete sway
She has third sense to alert the mind
If danger is around and likely to be found
You may speak with low voice
But had submitted with no noise
Whatever may be the strength of powerful man!
No one on earth can subdue a woman
Women today are educated and self reliant
They face bravely and can't act as humble client
Everything moves on with agreed formula and terms
But something unusual too happens in turn
There remains one thing to be seen
Rape cases do happen and always scene
Sometimes it is forced one and sometimes agreed one
But rape as such can't be denied by anyone
Male and female are two sides of the coin
Both are at opposite pole and constantly remain
Some attraction takes place and stage is set
Either of the party likes it and it is willingly let
I hear about atrocities against woman
Sometime I feel against and consider it as inhuman
But certain things can't be taken off the list
More one denies and less other insist
I feel pinch of salt and feel depression
Such things can be termed as naked aggression
A clever ploy employed against woman and her wish
Not at all admirable gesture to talk of and finish
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Add Laughter To Your Busy Routine
I felt
My heart was pounding
More than normal
My worry
Reflected on my face
Which certainly looked?
Tense and Abnormal
My beloved
Noticed the unusual
Change on my face
And politely asked
The reason
For the same
I do not know my self
I replied
I know the reason
Of your agony
She said
You haven’t
Laughed and smiled
Since long
Stop worrying and laugh
As much as you can
Worries are
Part of everybody’s life
They should be faced
In right stride
Have a positive attitude
And
Add laughter to your
Busy routine
Make your life shine
Without any medicine
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Try to live in
I shall try to live in isolation
But not completely cut off or without relation
It is way for attaining self purification
Nice way to adopt and spend some moments for consolation
If we can spare whole of life on struggles
Certainly we can think of little about not inviting troubles
Not keeping totally aloof but to understand it well
And go before the audience for truth to tell
Some of the peace moments heal the mind
Encourage within for something else to find
Solution to grief and ways to guide
What to retain and how much to confide
Some of the dead cells start functioning
Inner doors open with lot more probes and questioning
Pro and cons for reasonable way out
This is what the meditation and healing is about
The answer lies within us and is not beyond reach
We need to go in open for areas to preach
Have to find state of mind to go in for search
The mental satisfaction is definitely arrived as such
How much nature appeal when we are off from crowded place?
Lovely moments to enjoy with no one behind us to chase
Completely cut off from worldly sins to over come the stress
No more worry lines to be reflected and seen on the face
You have unlimited space to venture when find alone
Some of the areas are shut and permanently done with
Mind constantly harp on the things of by gone
Catch something new as lessons are to be pursued upon
I have found it out to be reasonable
You may always be seized with problems even if capable
It may compel you to be slave of some habits
You may have no time or in position to correct it or delete
Have liberty of spending good time in new environment
It may grant you enough of time to make fine movement
You may have good control over the delicate situation
An ability to live in and move ahead without discontinuation
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Care for everyone
How sad to feel when some one is in pain?
How is that you are thirsty even in rain?
Can you think of remorse when find good efforts in drain?
Did you ever experience the shock when some one lay as stained?
This is sad state of mind one noble person feels
He is on constant move and uses no wheels
Yet he has everything to feel happy
The peace and enjoyment is given by him to many
Where is the time left for him to worry?
At no stage he may have to feel sorry
As things may move on with his constant move
It is always open and there is nothing to prove
It is irony of fact that person suffers at the end
He has no close circle to claim even as friend
He is for everyone but no one is for him
He has no one along with him to swim
Life is not dear yet precious
His efforts are ceaseless and continuous
He is lone traveler with a noble mission
Nothing to worry but to go ahead without confusion
That is how you evaluate the scene
Happiness is always seen
You have no time to think of your own
Pain is stored inside and is well-known
You are not alone but suffer from loneliness
No one may notice it on your face
But it is for certain that you have chosen the sufferings
You have all the ideals and wants to live as good human being
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Air Is Tense, The Air Is Dense
It was a silent evening, this silent
evening,
When a land whose air was tense,
Heard the cries of its children,
As a plane whose air was dense,
Hit the ground and broke its wings.
It was a teary morning, this teary
morning,
When friends had lost friends,
And parents, children,
And children, parents,
And all, something.
It is a painful thing, this painful moment,
If while reading this out loud,
Your voice begins to fade,
As your heart carries pain to your chord.
It is a thin line, oh thin children,
We are here and we are 'is',
And in one step,
We are there, and now 'was'.
It is a marvelment, to my marveled
mind,
When a man wakes and brushes his
teeth,
Holds a bag and hits the streets,
Stands in the middle of an oblivious
crowd,
And offers them transportation to the
world beyond.
It is an ache, in an aching heart,
With fingers weary and worn,
With eyelids heavy and red,
I write that peace and love be born,
And wisdom and hope not be put to bed.
In this age, in an aging world,
Live each day as thy last,
And in no time you will be right,
Hurt no more and hurt no one,
For the air is tense and the air is dense,
And though time like man has come and
gone,
Time will be here and man no more.
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No worship for failure
We have come on earth
With fear of unavoidable death
Amidst hostile surrounding
In search of peace but not sounding
Intelligent as we are gifted
Position always change and shifted
It is nature's law and rule
Get killed or kill but don't look fool
We all know our inherent weaknesses
Everything is known and reflected on face
Yet we go on blindly for chase
Retention with bitter memory and to erase
We love to err and ask for apology
Smile amidst crisis and paint it as rosy
No other go except to stay on in the scene
Such wise animal like human is never seen
We have yet not fear
Pain and agony for us to fear
As sensible animal we cry
Sometimes bow the head and feel shy
Express regret and sincerely resent
God has granted reprieve and sent
All goes well with sincere admission
We forget sin and keep no retention
Believe it or not, we are yet best
Life is not a joke but real test
You will have to survive and excel
By hook or crook you have to do it well
No one may worship failure
You will have to make it sure
Love to live with whatever you have
Even if called animal, you can nicely behave
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Pain has no Mercy
My face pale - months of pain has left its creases
on the hollow features of grayness appearing.
Pain has no mercy not today, not when I sleep...
...pain enjoys to haunt me - seemingly laughing at the
youngester in me that has dealt with dull sharp aching pain.
I fugitively hope it'll disappear within time...it must.
It shan't linger on and on into the paleness fading away
of this pain-stricken creature that grows
still with every passing moment as
the pain bolts like the flash of lightening
through the body -
giggling behind its hands.
He draws attention to the faces glaring into mine -
'Oh pain' I shout 'go away, i've had enough
with your daunting tricks! '
Colour drains out - like a spiral of hot water flowing down
the bath tub.
Nights are restless -
pain screeches in all my sides
the day wakes up with a painful leap
out of bed...
continuation of the pain -
some days it improves other days it
stays ignorant:
that Pain has no Mercy!
Pain has no Mercy crawls with me to bed -
and leaps out of bed with me -
holding my hand as if we were best mates!
Ha! I disagree -
this pain 'disappear before i wrench myself
away from you horrid thing.'
Pain has no Mercy
no mercy for the pain he is causing.
Causing the dint in her face - the pain,
the pale, tired look of worry, agony.
Pain has no Mercy.
'Go away pain - before i yell into
the looming distance! '
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A worry for homeless
Why I don’t worry about homeless?
Why do I roam aimlessly and careless?
I have nothng to show on face
You won’t find any regret or trace
I have enough to last long
I hope nothing goes wrong
It shall remain same forever
I have full safety with cover
This is thinking of common man
He is contended with as human
He hasn’t come across the pain and agony
Hw hasn’t seen the horrible plight of many
I would love to be among them
No use to criticize or anything to frame
It is not created by destiny alone
This conclusion is far off gone
What can we think of lessening the plight?
We may start with few from the right?
It may not affect the scenerio even slight
It is to be in context of the light
Can we not provide one homeless a cover?
Can we not provide at least drinking water?
This may certainly be the human gesture
I see at the end a lovely and bright future
You may find the satisfaction of unqiue kind
It is not the quantum provided to a simple blind
It may be generous feeling that is appreciably found
See the result when you happen to make a round
Millions may find smile on the face
There won’t be bitterness among the race
The poor may be called poor always
We need tocome out of doorways
Can we not remove that sorrowful state?
Has that come to them out of fate?
Do they deserve no sympathy and only hate?
Rush if you can to their help without getting late
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Painful Solitude
Painful rejection
Your silence speaks volumes
Solitary dove flies alone,
Looking for a place to belong,
She is lost, heart full of pain
Will she ever be able to sing again?
Painful illness
My body agony
My mind endures
Painful isolation
Painful solitude
Painful loneliness
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Things Do
The pain is just unbearable
Nothing anyone can do
Hurt is so unbearable
Life is torturing
Only love I wish for
Sadly, never ever I get it
This feeling never gets over
Unending is the agony
Nothing else I want, other than this feeling to end
Suffering to heal
Love to spread
Will that ever be?
My heart wonders
This distress I want to be over with
Little love, I want to spread in my life
No matter how much anyone makes me suffer
Still, I will do anything to survive
Unbearable, things do become.
poem by Rohit Sapra
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Hours Continuing Long
HOURS continuing long, sore and heavy-hearted,
Hours of the dusk, when I withdraw to a lonesome and unfrequented
spot, seating myself, leaning my face in my hands;
Hours sleepless, deep in the night, when I go forth, speeding swiftly
the country roads, or through the city streets, or pacing miles
and miles, stifling plaintive cries;
Hours discouraged, distracted--for the one I cannot content myself
without, soon I saw him content himself without me;
Hours when I am forgotten, (O weeks and months are passing, but I
believe I am never to forget!)
Sullen and suffering hours! (I am ashamed--but it is useless--I am
what I am;)
Hours of my torment--I wonder if other men ever have the like, out of
the like feelings?
Is there even one other like me--distracted--his friend, his lover,
lost to him?
Is he too as I am now? Does he still rise in the morning, dejected,
thinking who is lost to him? and at night, awaking, think who
is lost?
Does he too harbor his friendship silent and endless? harbor his
anguish and passion? 10
Does some stray reminder, or the casual mention of a name, bring the
fit back upon him, taciturn and deprest?
Does he see himself reflected in me? In these hours, does he see the
face of his hours reflected?
poem by Walt Whitman
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A Goal Beyond Its Reach
thou shall be peace in the land,
lying baby's breathe in the air that capture
the ardent pain of a suffering blood,
from generation down to the
waking infant of thy mother breast
oh! fresh milk of the morning
sun, coward may fall to the ground
where great dunes
cover the face of loneliness
desert sorrow, find always the answer of
sweet resting place; as
the sacred vow to where the
descendant of Abraham, had return back home
the beginning of time
nay! come and bless
thy offering of your son, have
pity the soul that saved, what has been done
of savages and brutal
arm, leave us to stand and make
us to face our generation to live forever as,
thou the promise have
lingered those day and night in
you’re glorious precious blood we live
birthing the beginning of thy
lasting peace a
shared life a memory to
believe.
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No Dark
Why do we prefer dark more?
Some truths can’t be revealed better
If days are lovely and bright
We may feel shy and choose not to fight
So something can be hidden in night
As it won’t be reflected by light
It will not be observed by human trial
You have enough time later to offer denial
Some of the happiest moments are shared in night
Where you get lost in emotions in deem light
Nothing is seen by you in near vicinity
You want it to go unnoticed even if involves infidelity
Though dark its better
It had to happen sooner or later
Yet a fine and divine act
Not to shed a doubt or react
In dark, you have pulse
To beat and repulse
A feeling that keeps you together
Away from world and worries to bother
Not a gentle foot step is heard
It is dead silence and not even slight movement of bird
All in complete refuge of nature
Dreaming of bright day for future
We live in dark and believed in dark
As a wrong presume that it may hide the dog’s bark
Not a word may go out even if you whisper
But four walls have ears that may silently utter
Come out of shadow and dram for light
Truth may never be hidden if you are right
It may come little late but will not elude
You may be respected high even if known as rude
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