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Fantastic 'Had' Been Your Daydreams

Fantastic 'had' been your daydreams.
And intrumental in your survival.

Your past activities,
Are justly due some applause.
But your current expectations,
For what had 'then' taken place...
Has been updated to require substance.

And those elements from your past,
Did not exist to be considered missing.
Even though that attention given,
You believed had no end.

There is no reason to prioritize,
An updating of a presence that did not begin.

And that end for you has long departed.
Along with those whims you stored within.
With a wish to see them 'alive' again.
That daylight is not on your side!
To make futile attempts,
Your arguments for reminiscing them,
Generates a cause to re-establish a sense of nostalgia.

For you perhaps...
That would bring back a confidence with happiness.

However...
It is highly recommended you abandon that campaign.
Since these days now lived by the many awakening...
Offers little patience to regain that flame,
Few, if any, wish to rekindle.

No time is left to spend in waste,
On those insisting their meaningless values...
Have merit!
To satisfy a hungered taste.
And are worthy to be kept adored!
Those efforts have explored and exhausted,
Their usefulness.

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Such Portraits From the Past

Is there a relevance in attempts made...
To restore a past,
When an innocence was more restricting?
And the slow pacing done in those days,
Seem to last as long as those gaslights burning.
Or the wax that dripped from candlesticks.

It is difficult to face current times...
That seem less romanticized,
Than those of cobbled stoned streets.
Upon which people mingled,
With a sharing of their simple visions.
In nights then to seem never ending.

Is there a relevance to any of this today?
And why some try to glorify such portraits from the past?
Didn't many complained about them when they lived back then?
But today there seems such a renewed interest.
With a wish for those values.
And a quality of life reminiscing embellished victories.

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Attempts Made To Prevent Change

A routine affixed to descriptions of stability,
Once depicted in overtures praised...
Has not strengthened aging to crumble foundations,
Built in days to glorify values and standards.
But has stubbornly resisted,
Against a flexibility these days lived...insist.

Time has proven,
Only that which is flexible sustains and endures...
With drastic adjustments made if needed,
Enabling innovative proactive actions consideration,
To continue forward with a pace that stays,
Current and updated to appreciate.

Reassuring those still left afraid....
That a future faced must let go of a grasp,
Wishing to maintain the relevance...
Of a quickly fading and dieing past.
And any attempts made to prevent change,
Will not or can it as is...in ignorance, forever last.

Reviewing to revisit and remininsce the past,
Would better serve a cost effectiveness...
If left to exhibit in museums.
Isn't that the purpose for them?
To visit and review what is on display...
Then to leave what has been exhibited when finished.

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One's Ultimate Achievement

New slogans and fresh quips,
Are in desperate need...
To replace those that have exhausted,
Their usefulness.

A seeking to describe what today now thrives,
Calls for an updated advertising campaign.

To depict the presence of insanity,
As a normalcy sustained is the goal.
With a reach to attain this as fame to claim,
As one's ultimate achievement.

Those go deed doer days are done.
And this is becoming obvious to everyone.

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Up and Forget

One goes up and forgets
Make room for others to let
This is cycle and comes true
In everybody's life as it is very much due

Past may make you unhappy
This type of agony is suffered by many
Old age may be come shadow
Get larger in size to be looked from within in window

Children fly off and go far
Leaving behind tales of sky and star
All beautifully narrated when they were little kids
Now we have to look towards them for any lead

They are on their way out
They have nothing to take care and worry about
Marry and keep happy with the family
Leaving behind curse and things considered to be silly

Old may find it difficult to look for golden days
There was time when they had enough time to find the ways
Now what is left behind except to look at sky?
Make the futile study of what is not done and why?

No need to go through ordeals and punish self for nothing
It was your duty and you had strived for something
It ahs been achieved and cycle is repeated
You are left alone but not badly treated

You will be given all the comfort with peace
Life will be in isolation but at ease
It is time to remember and go through spent years
Listen to good or bad words that others may strike in ears

Abandon no hopes as it is routine and casual
It always takes place in its course as usual
Spend the time with happy mood and excel
Laugh it out at past and smilingly reveal or tell

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Go Kiss Bricks

There are people at the door,
Complaining with claims...
You have no reason to ignore them.
Or their efforts to make gains.

'Are they the same people at the door,
Who in the past ignored my interest...
To assist with their efforts,
Long before? '

I'm not sure.
But I 'think' they heard you.

'Why do you say that? '

They left with a taking of a few steps back.
Your character I believe they came to attack.
And then you mentioned activities,
They remembered to be facts.
And with embarrassed looks,
They disappeared and fast.

'Did you recognize anyone? '

You know how quickly people change their masks.
One day they will say they are on your side.
And the next day wont speak as if you should ask.

'Ask what? '

To go kiss bricks before they pass.

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Bad Lighting From Oil Lamps

Applying today,
What worked yesterday...
And seemed a perfect fit.
May have lost its usefulness.
The benefits have been exhausted.
And yesterday for many has gone as lived.

Those living today,
Are not patiently awaiting...
For updated versions,
Of that which for them does not exist.
That kind of patience for them,
Is not authentic!

And those minds left to praise war,
As a cause to maintain an elusive peace...
Are as outdated as the typewriters they use,
To get their messages across.
Lost they are...
In the bad lighting from oil lamps of times passed.

'Do as I say.
And hand deliver those alerts,
To the town crier.
And if Paul is not available,
Hand them to someone else.
Or my suggestion would be...
Do it yourself.'

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These Are The Days

Ah ah
Heres a song
About living in the past
If it was so good then
How come it didnt last?
If it helps you
Ill put it in a phrase
Those were the times
But these are the days
These are the days
These are the days
These are the days
These are the days
These are the days
The times youre smiling back on
Had that great sitcom
It hardly compensated
For the terror of the bomb
Let me help
cause youre looking through a haze
Those were the times
These are the days
These are the days
Hey hey hey
These are the days
Can you hear me now?
These are the days
Look around look around look around
These are the days
These are the days
Hey hey live today
These are the days
Its time to put the past away
These are the days
The more you do the more you say
These are the days
The more I need to get away
Youre longing for a time
There never was
Now tell me the truth
Youre looking for the reason
Its because
Youre fighting for youth
But if I have to listen any more
To fantasy talk
Or any other bug you have
Im leaving
Now Im not saying
Everything is really great
Hey hey hey
After sixteen years
Of legalised class hate
Why waste time
Looking back for things to praise?
Those were the times huh
But these are the days
These are the days
Looking back in history
These are the days
Time to get contempory
These are the days
The past is not the place to be

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Unified Pursuits

Now that many are awakening,
To see how reality connects and works.
They are wishing to contact those dismissed,
For not being this or that.
And being considered in that past,
As those without identity with a calling them jerks.
And their activities had no connection,
To those living in distressed communities!
Or not being 'real' when efforts they made,
Were ignorantly in need of attack as then perceived.

Times have a way of changing all that!

Now that eyes have been opened wide,
Those caught up in their 'new' discovered truths...
Are curious why those dismissed,
Have no interest in participating in their 'unified' pursuits.
Or retracing...
Those dismissed steps,
They have long ago left!
With a 'Best Wishes' on their peaceful breaths.
And showing not a sign or a hint of regret.
In fact, there is a happiness revealed they reflect.

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Updating Of An 'After-The-Fact' Status

An updating of an 'after-the-fact' status,
To make things that have happened in the past...
More current with a revisiting of emotions spent,
From them they can not escape to erase...
With hopes to live what is now being experienced.
To increase one's needed strength or mental agility.
OR confirms the presence,
Of a questioned competence decreasing in merit.

This kind of activity only validates,
The hopelessness many are made to feel...
About truths they today face.
And living amongst those who remain fixed in denial,
When confronted with a reality plainly observed.
While awaiting with faith and patience for explanations,
Since many are taught to seek help and guidance...
To rely on someone else to process their own thoughts.

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Just Your Presence Alone

Wherever you are going,
I am happy...
To have chanced upon your presence.
And it was here.
It is a thrill to remember.

You are full of life,
And irrestible energy.
The light within you is so bright,
It's radiance glows around you.

To witness it,
I know I've been blessed.
But if I may make one suggestion?
Do you see those untrimmed hedges,
Surrounding those wilting trees?
Do not make any attempts,
To add your sparkle to them.

Why?

I've seen attempts made in the past.
By those attracted to their sadness.
But around these parts...
Those attempts made will be resented.
Trust me.
What you see...
Most folks around here regard,
As their motivation.

Wherever you are going,
I am happy...
To have chanced upon your presence.
And it was here.

However,
Let me make this clear...
Do not spend years trying to convince anyone,
What you bring to offer...
Is inspiring and to their benefit!
Just your presence alone,
Poses to them a threat.

'You shouldn't be so negative.'

Negative?
You have no idea how positive I am.
I am one of few around here,
Willing to express the truth.
You stay here long enough,
You will find that out for yourself.

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Never Been In Love Before

Ive never been in love before
Not like this you taught me more
Hung out by myself
Well I lived upon a shelf
And cried cause I thought I could not give
My pride would not let me live
All my feelings disappeared
You are lovely reason i
Am alive you satisfy
All my senses and you give
Me the confidence to grow
In a thousand different ways
Happy just to spend the days
Of my lifetime by your side
I want to be
Everything that I can
I want so much
To be more of a man
I want to grow
I want to know you better
Each day Ill try
To love you
cause Ive never been in love before
You have a friend for life in me
If we ever disagree
And you have to go away
I will set you free with joy
cause your happiness is mine
May our light forever shine
May you always feel free
I want to be
Everything that I can
I want so much
To be more of a man
I want to live
I want to give my lifetime
Each day Ill try
To love you
cause Ive never been in love before

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Words

Can you feel it when
Your throat dries?
Can you see it in the night sky?
Just a mumble round at tea time
Smile
When Im watching you
When I was a child
We were living in fear
Living in fear
When I was a child
Just a light year from here
Living in fear
Worlds may shatter
Years dont matter
Words came back to haunt you
Worlds may shatter
Years dont matter
Words came back to haunt you
Friends past missing
Reminiscing
Words came back to haunt you
Tolerating propaganda
And your girlfriend, alexandra
With her secret memoranda
Signs
For an interview
Searching for the light
In the world of the blahs
Masquerading as stars
How can this be right?
Youve been going too far
Leaving conscience ajar
Worlds may shatter
Years dont matter
Words came back to haunt you
Friends past missing
Reminiscing
Words came back to haunt you
When I was a child
We were living in fear
Living in fear
Worlds may shatter
Years dont matter
Words came back to haunt you
Worlds may shatter
Years dont matter
Words came back to haunt you
Friends past missing
Reminiscing
Words came back to haunt you
Worlds may shatter
Years dont matter
Words came back to haunt you
Friends past missing
Reminiscing
Words came back to haunt you

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None Will Admit They Knew

It is useless,
With a tinge of foolish ignorance.
To make attempts at snatching back...
Embellished moments from the past.
Those disgruntled would prefer...
Redoing by way of a fast track.
Glimmered with rewritten facts.

Forget that!

The unbearable days facing,
Those recently awakened...
Are traumatically dramatic.
With a hint that scents the air...
There is more of this to spare!

So much truth is out there now.
Remember the days when this was not allowed?
And those who dared to be honest out loud...
Had been declared negative.
And today their efforts should be spotlighted.
These folks should be applauded,
'Before' taking their bows!

And upon asking what they would do,
After going through what is known.
None will admit now,
They knew then what was coming.
Since they spent most of their time,
Ostracizing and shunning...
The ones they chased to noose to trees.
And dangling from a hanging.

While losing their breath...
Trying to get as many who were running,
Away...
To escape those blinded by lunacy.
Only updated today,
To put on display more of their craze!

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I Feel Fantastic

I feel fantastic!
How long will that last?
Until...
Well,
That I don't.
But I wont spend time,
To question or ask!
Or figure that out...
As you 'scout' about!

So don't waste yours,
Wondering in comparison.
There is nothing to compare.
Just remember this:

Stop before you start.
There will be no broken heart left here.
For you to drop...
To name as another victim tamed.
Or claimed you have trained,
To produce your wishes.

I said I feel fantastic.
Not stupid.
I didn't get to feel this way...
Without recognizing past mistakes.
To allow shallow flattery,
Consume a nonexistent ego!

Do you believe I am blind?
I have long left that kind of stupidness,
Far behind.
And that took some time...
To 'see' in my mind,
The teases you present.
Desperation...
Does not sit with me here,
In anticipation!

The only thing I'm giving up to you,
Is much gratitude!
I have found the strength...
To keep temptation you represent,
At a distance!

You have no idea,
How fantastic it is,
To know and hear...
That admitted.

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No more grief

It is humane to cry over split milk
Can not afford for cotton still long for silk
Exactly opposite to the God’s will
No happiness and contentment still

No dead can be brought to life
Same can happen with your dearest wife
One departed means once for all
No use of crying over it and wishing for recall

It is nature’s cycle and inevitable
Even though we may be strong and capable
So many things we can do or attain
But the past events are difficult to maintain

Many might have glorious past
The life would have been easy and spent very fast
They might have lived with colorful situation
They would have wished too for its permanent continuation

It is not easy to forget passed events
They might have passed as fast movement
No one can reel back the time
It has gone off and not remained as prime

It should not have any bearing on future
As no one is confident and very much sure
The past can be buried and present can be pushed
Careful planning for future and not to be rushed

The past is hunting you like grave wound
The is not with you or can never be found
It keeps you restless and does not allow you to rest
There will be no use shedding tears and not trying best

As the cloak can not be pushed back
So the time and fortune can not be brought back too
The lesson must be taken from it to go ahead
Certainly the uncertainty must be over and fears must be allayed

It is advised not to worry so much
Things can not be brought back as such
It is thing of past and must be treated
As by gone is by gone and purpose is defeated

It will be futile attempt to live under fallacy
You will be helpless and live under mercy
You must come out of past shock
As the time go on ticking in clock

It is natural to be alert on your part
It is normal way and no body can depart
It you cling to old things and do not forgo
There won’t be any place left to go

So try to be flexible and possibly adjust
It is very much essential and must
One should remain vigilant all the time and be careful
It is going to be very much useful

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Games Of Procrastinating The Delaying Process Of Age

When that time comes,
And all that has been done...
With a leaving of those holding on,
As if each day faced...
Is not to be lived to their expectations.
Before it is chased away.
There is nothing anyone to them can say,
To be heard to prioritize.

Some just do not get it,
And for them it is difficult to perceive...
Nothing about this existence,
Is here for them to exist permanently.

There are those who sit alone,
In their shadows wishing for those moments...
To relive a past that has slipped from their grasp.
And goes too fast for them to realize it.

And there are those who believe,
They can do as they please.
Only to awaken one day to discover,
Mother Nature is not here to play with them...
Games of procrastinating the delaying process of age.

No leaf hangs onto a tree,
With decisions to make when it is time for it to leave.
And if anyone believes they live to make these decisions...
Will find those things they could have done,
Much too late to do.
Since nothing God creates awaits to be manipulated.

'IF I only had more time to find.'

For the doing of 'what'?
Getting up off your butt?

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Human rights

I have seen birds singing in the morning
They do not fear for any warning
They have full trust in nature for survival
How much happiness sun brings on arrival?

It is opening of new chapter
The life to be made joyous and roar in laughter
Each day is to be lived new challenges and outcome
Not to be afraid of any eventuality but always welcome

We need not go anywhere to seek for inspiration
It is in the fresh air when we attempt for inhalation
What a joy of freshness when lungs are filled?
The resolve for something more with confidence is instilled

The darkness or gloominess is removed with sunlight
It makes us to move with whatever we have as our might
It is not the limited strength but sources at disposal
Nice and swift action for result with very good proposal

As the day reaches its peak we are some where near zenith
We know for sure how much is still left the beneath
Some more confidence is needed for final push
As the sun is racing towards west with so much rush

It is time to reap the harvest in the evening
Time to return home for rest and dinning
Birds too are back returned in the nest
They have no time to think but we think always of best

We have been very lucky to be provided with sense
The atmosphere around never let us down or make tense
There is solution for everything but needs observation
Everything is there and opens for revelation

What soothing comfort in cool night?
It is time to relax and not to think or fight
The body needs rest and ready for sleep
You may be out in seconds and fast asleep

The whole cycle is destined for good
Everybody is in need or search of food
It is got when enough efforts are made
Nothing goes in waste and it is duly paid

We may not be satisfied and seek more
New avenues or possibilities are explored
There may not be any end for desire
It will go on endlessly and not expire

There has to be some degree of contentment
Any work done should not bring resentment
It has to be strong and healthy movement
The failure or success can be at any moment

It is better to seek and love the nature
It has to be guiding principle for future
Everything thing is around and one can honorably ask
There is no need to put life at risk

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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In the morning