What I Think.....
actually we like that some words are
better be unsaid,
that some nuggets remain in
their natural state
like diamond unpolished
like gold that remains united
one with the rocks and deep underground
nothing about mercurial segregation
or nitric acid detachments
to make them more pleasing
and yet too
artificial
their value so enhanced
that people soon begin to kill
one another
actually things are better
if they remain buried forever
in fact that is what grasses take pride
that is what volcanic eruptions with their hot lava
after having cooled in time
achieve with hidden dignity
no one remembers the horrors of the past
no one recalls the cruelty of
those who were very much ahead of us
actually it would have been better
if we have not met even once
had that talk and drink and shared those stories
i guess, my life would have been much better (off)
without you.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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There Are Those Who Irritate
in the same manner
there are those who are not irritated
they know how to maintain
poise
despite the storm
to be sensible despite
the plagiarism
they become more of themselves
as others
go beyond their nature
they are silent when you speak
they remain silent
even if you are silent too
oh, they are just themselves
despite the
volcanic eruptions
oh, they remain calm
even if
all are screaming
running
even if the world is dead
they remain
growing like moss
like lichens
like cockroaches like flies.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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How To Feel Free
You had clear stand
Made other people to understand
How life can be tackled?
Save precious time and led
Now you find life to be gem
As you have understood them
Life has been made easy
With the blessings from almighty
You were not jealous
But kept life continuous
Without any reward
But looking forward
No one sided with you
As they found it not true
You were unmoved
Took no steps for fears to be removed
It was not your concern
They had to check it in turn
Truth can never remain hidden
It has to appear any time even
Sun can remain hidden behind clouds
But success may speak very loud
Sun will emerge when clouds are moved
So is the noble man and his work proved
You need not worry
Or feel bad with sorry
Life was never a burden to carry
It was in fact a smooth journey
So move ahead with vision
Let there remain no confusion
You the master and you are the key
You have to decide as how to feel free
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Human life
Why some of things remain as ever?
Beautiful and liked by others forever
Rose doesn't give up its fervor
So is the pride and honor
We as human beings remain and suffer
To see people, their behavior and simple offer
Their warring path and eagerness for peace
Yet goal same to remain and live at ease
Good people always remain calm and quiet
Let the luck be cruel or with uncertain fate
They know for sure that it is all by destiny
Decided and given to us by almighty
Why to leave goodness then for paltry gain?
Cause bitterness and make others to suffer with pain
It is good to have sufferings for confidence
Rather than passing it to others at once
Dark clouds disappear with passing of time
Nothing remains permanent any time
Think of good and deliver the best
This is the crucial time and good test
As days don't change and nights remain?
Why at all we throw goodness in drain?
Wealth, property and kingdoms may vanish
Good name and fame may remain and will not finish
Human life is as such beautiful and lively
We can add sorrow, pain joy and laughter readily
It needs broadness at heart and will power
Clouds are there to watch and happily shower
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Crazy Jane On God
That lover of a night
Came when he would,
Went in the dawning light
Whether I would or no;
Men come, men go;
All things remain in god.
All things remain in god.
Banners choke the sky;
Men-at-arms tread;
Armoured horses neigh
In the narrow pass:
All things remain in god.
All things remain in god.
I had wild jack for a lover;
Though like a road
That men pass over
My body makes no moan
But sings on:
All things remain in god.
All things remain in god.
Before their eyes a house
That from childhood stood
Uninhabited, ruinous,
Suddenly lit up
From door to top:
All things remain in god.
All things remain in god.
Oh, that lover of a night
Came when he would,
Went in the dawning light
Whether I would or no;
Men come, men go;
All things remain in god.
All things remain in god.
All things remain in god.
All things remain in god.
All things remain in god.
All things remain in god.
song performed by by Van Morrison
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We...nobodys...nobody
You stand a nobody
In my life.
And here I am
A nobody in yours.
You are a distant stranger
As
A stranger to you I remain.
I can not touch your soul,
as you cannot touch mine.
I cannot think your thoughts
As you cannot think mine.
But then the dreams in my eyes
Why I see them in yours?
It could be imagination,
Or plain crazy guess.
I know,
You stand a nobody
In my life.
And here I am
A nobody in yours.
You are a distant stranger
As
A stranger to you I remain.
I cannot hold your smile
In my lips
As you cannot hold mine in yours.
I cannot cry your tears
Neither can you cry mine.
But beyond the dreams
Why lie locked
In deep recessess of your mind
Those unsaid lines,
Which lie buried in mine.
It could be plain fiction
Or plain crazy guess.
After all,
You stand a nobody
In my life.
And here I am
A nobody in yours.
You are a distant stranger
As
A stranger to you I remain.-anjali
poem by Anjali Kakati
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Am lazy
I like to go crazy
In fact I am very lazy
Take everything easy
Workaholic and very busy
In fact it is different
It doesn’t look apparent
As hills look from distance
For me it is wrong reference
I am exactly the opposite
I get so much delight
I do right a wrong and wrong a right
No to yes as ready to fight
Is it due to indifferent attitude?
Or because of kept in solitude
Whatever the case may be in fact
I go for unusual things and act
What can build a good character?
How can you become a good actor?
Are there any set norms or rules?
Do you think I live among fools?
I love to remain as small child
Act very funny but remain mild
This is only one good quality I have
I sensibly remain cool and behave
There is no use to remain as artificial
Later on it may be known and considered as official
It is true reflection of what is going on in mind
People may take it kindly and don’t mind
This stage is welcome to certain extent
It may create fun at some moment
It may draw sometime an adverse comment
It may still be taken as funny movement
Try to be reasonably good
You may certainly be liked delicious food
People may not take it as affront
You will always be there in front
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Can't be undone
The truth remains same and can't be undone
The past and by gone may remain always bygone
The God has given you beautiful mind to inscribe on paper
It is how you feel and ink it on the subject matter
It does not remain then poetry
They are hidden words and not mystery
Every kind heart might have felt its impact
Let us make it as unforgettable holy act
Some one may see it as real art
Some words may be inserted as skillful craft
What actually you are doing with words?
Making it sharper than even swords?
Mind may read several things and store
It may add little or even more
The imagery may not remain ever confined
The feeling may come out and stay as defined
Poetry is reflection of clear mind
Many ideas may find mention and find
The safe refuge to come out at free will
It has to reside there and wait for still
It is like holy temple, mosque or church
You can create space, place and make search
It will create perfect environment with recognition
Only it will need proper key for ignition
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Some changes
It will remain so long mankind
Cruelty may take over if you remain unkind
Yet life is unique to live in
Amidst loss and no win
Worry not about what is happening
Sun may rise daily and set in evening
We can do nothing except to change self
Sea also remains calm even with so much in shelf
If we can not make some changes
Try to adjust and manage
Still if it is impossible and unbearable
Make it least botherable and tolerable
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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My Love For You
you buried something
deep,
in fact deeper than burying
someone
who died nine days ago,
since you want to forget
and forget
this forever, something that
you lost and would want it lost
and not want
to recover
from a distance i look at you
and shed tears for
what you buried
without much pomp of a ceremony
i pity
what cruelty you have to yourself
i bring a flower
for that which was buried and lost
it is something that i always
cherish and
remember with all the gladness of my heart
with all the gentleness of my soul
my love for you
deep in the layers of time
buried
still blooms
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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We Can Only Live In The Here And Now
We cannot live in the future the future of us is ahead
And the past has gone forever though memories of it are not dead
We can only live in the here and now though the clock keeps ticking on
And the future we don't know about and the past forever gone
Some say we receive from life from life what is our due
Though many fall victim of bad circumstance so happens to be true
And though some will also tell you hard times are not meant to last
Those who do not have a future are those who have had a tragic past
The rags to riches stories to say the least are rare
Though lady luck can make of you an instant millionaire
Though of one who has won first division lotto I for one am not aware
For such extremely lucky people to say the least are rare
The future is ahead of us and the past forever gone
And we can only live in the here and now though time is ticking on.
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poem by Francis Duggan
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Self-talk Is A Prayer.....
i have nothing
so urgent to say to you
i am at peace
and here i am savoring time
like the way i am chewing gum
that lost its sugar
i have nothing
to say anymore to you
i admit
i have not said anything at all
despite all those
well chosen words arranged like books in their shelves
there is an age
where saying is admitted to make no difference at all
where secrets are not secrets but irrelevant
squabbles of the heart
they remain buried
but they will not be dead
the remain invisible like air
but still very essential
my lips are gravestones
that is when i discovered that self-talk is actually a prayer
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Home At Last
I know this super highway
This bright familiar sun
I guess that Im the lucky one
Who wrote that tired sea song
Set on this peaceful shore
You think youve heard this one before
Well the danger on the rocks is surely past
Still I remain tied to the mast
Could it be that I have found my home at last
Home at last
She serves the smooth retsina
She keeps me safe and warm
Its just the calm before the storm
Call in my reservation
So long hey thanks my friend
I guess Ill try my luck again
Well the danger on the rocks is surely past
Still I remain tied to the mast
Could it be that I have found my home at last
Home at last
song performed by by Steely Dan
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Savoring The Silence Of Privacy
actually we learn more
from ourselves by not talking much
words are assuming
the sounds of rain
sometimes unnecessary thunder
everything still
like quite quiet
words become to crowded
on such a limited space
words that are meant not
to be uttered
because they are too precious
in our privacy
not to be shared
and we learn more from this
respect for stillness
for the poplar state
no wonder how God has not
put mouths to this earth
which when it speaks
shows its tongue in tsunamis
its screams in volcanic eruptions
its fears in quakes
i am studying in my lifetime
the art of silence
the beauty of words unspoken
on my lips
are embroidered tendrils
of climbing
morning glories
on the trellis of my mind
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A bewildering assortment of (mostly microscopic) life-forms has been found thriving in what were once thought to be uninhabitable regions of our planet. These hardy creatures have turned up in deep, hot underground rocks, around scalding volcanic vents at the bottom of the ocean, in the desiccated, super-cold Dry Valleys of Antarctica, in places of high acid, alkaline, and salt content, and below many meters of polar ice. ... Some deep-dwelling, heat-loving microbes, genetic studies suggest, are among the oldest species known, hinting that not only can life thrive indefinitely in what appear to us totally alien environments, it may actually originate in such places.
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The Sun Is Yet To Appear
With all its mighty show, the Sun is yet to appear
I sleep on my cot without any fear
Eyes still look sharp at the sky
Remains very much enthusiastic and ready to fly
The village life is not at all dull
It is not artificial but natural
All trees are now about to come alive
As birds make their move to strive
First signal of cuckoo reminds me of concert
Where audience is learned and known as an expert
Here there is no such preparation of any kind
Yet everything beats to rhythm and one may always find
Calves make desperate call for their mother
I am sure of their meal time to bother
Little wind blows up the roof top
I come to the sense and hurriedly get up
The farm house is made for both of us
We are love birds and hence silently trust
Remain away from city life and near to nature
This is all I can say about our future
I may hear her foot steps in the farm house
That may accelerate heart beats and arouse
I need not call her by any name and welcome
She knows well when to go and come
As life has never been stagnated
Our love was from self and really originated
It was never to be revealed or stated
As we were to remain away and totally unrelated
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Past
It is story of cautious optimist
Carved out a way safe way amidst
It was no do or die approach
But reasonable enough as such
What if it was glorious to dream?
What if it had shined like sun beam?
It was ultimate end so what is left to rejoice
When we have no compulsion or choice
Past is not for us to remember
Yet not to forget either
As it may act as torch bearer
To surge ahead without any fear
Past is to make amends
That should be the trend
It is to be relived with refined approach
As it is the only way to adjust as such
Present may not be that sweet
Yet we need to add fragrance and greet
We may not be able to restore past
But present is to be moved very fast
One thing is very much certain
Neither pf the things remain
Nor disappear all of sudden
It has its own time to trouble you even
It is immaterial if you fail to adjust
Loose the confidence and trust
Neither the past nor the present can be justified
As life won't give you chance and remain mystified
So one must think with optimism
To push aside ashes of pessimism
That is the only way to move ahead
When entire universe is before us to read
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Efforts Still
One, two and three
You will never be free
Go on counting and accumulate
Nothing more will remain to relate
Life may end fast
No time for you to choose and last
Rests of all will lye here for some one
No one shall care for your dead body even
It may be taken fast out
So many things will be left to talk about
Personal memory may remain in people's mind
Soon to test its worth from praise to find
No one may say bad words about departed person
But many may remember his noble work with reasons
His ashes may carry no value for world
But to some yes it may be warm feelings and not cold
Look at worthiness of human life
Even though it is sharp like knife
Not all may earn good will
Yet you got to make efforts still
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Mother Nature
Often I marvel at Mother Nature
And its unique adventures
It has in stock for us
I have to say Mother Nature is the boss
Everyone has DNA-like life experience
Sometimes it can be monotonously intense
But Mother Nature is supreme
And Mother Nature is extreme
Often I ponder on why Mother Nature
Is sporadically insane with jealousy
Committing many a time unspeakable atrocities
Tornados, earthquakes and volcanic eruptions
It showers, making its necessary modifications
Tidal waves are its trademark of destruction
Of natural and artificial creations
But Mother Nature always makes up
With multiplication and replication of the living!
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Plain Truth
Who are you and who am i
Except a couple of people
Wasting lots of time
Worrying about the future
Forever asking why
Some people go on living
While others die before their time
Yet theres never been a reason
Whatever is is right
If only just because
Its much too big a fight
Like the painter who is way ahead
Or worse still far behind
You only punch yourself out
When you start swinging blind
These are the things too often gone unsaid
These are the things that keep
You better off than dead
These are the things that keep running through your head
Woo oooo
These are the things too often gone unsaid
Who are you and who am i
Except a couple of people
With nothing else to do
But follow vain obsessions
Making gestures towards the truth
While trying to ignore it
When its convenient to
The symbols we believe in
Sometimes turn inside out
Reshaping each dimension
Were so sure about
Dreams get so frustrated
Fantasies turn pranks
A simple ounce of common sense
Is money in the bank.
song performed by by Devo
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a poem for E. & H.
UNABLE to find
what is due them from their very own country
they go to America
despite the fact that they can be
discriminated there
or the fact that they are second class citizens
in that great nation
where the apple dreams are growing
they must remain
take things as is
rather than be hungry and starve
in the land of their people
just this morning
i see how lovely they are as a couple
in the U.S. of A
HE holds her like a rare diamond gem
a fragile flower of Florence
She allows him
like He is her surrounding mountain range
Love echoes
rebounding on every corner of the hills
That's them
Behind is the crowd
And the tree and the grass and the shadows
of yesteryear
We who remain her
shall say all the best for them
those who love truly
and faithfully all those years
Love feels betrayed sometimes by its own country
But for both of them
Love knows where to go
and still survive
as lovely as it can be
in any place
at any time
whatever be the reason why.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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