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Crossroad Entente
The muzzy gloaming watched
Two lovers gliding past
The old serpentine road
Catching the last streaks of fire
Both hands interlaced,
Both hearts on the sleeves,
Both surreptitiously stealing the charms
Dangling on both wrists
And before the road unwinds
They sealed treason with a kiss;
The road pounced in hubris
The lovers embraced defeat
As they fall in love
With the sole idea of it
And divulge into a treaty
With the intertwining roads.
Whilst downhill, past the museum
Where the boulevard was a jungle
And the illuminations were low
But the premature stars were aglow
Cascading down the deathly hallow
A pack of wolves saunter
Reeking with carnal hunger
And the stuttering caveat
Espies for the periapt
Of a prospective prey
Drifting with a different starvation.
In the instigation of decision
Bloods will pact on the gravel
Another road will kill corrupt
The advances in one's path
Whose pathway, I'd like to know
The unruffled tresses of the hill
Cleared the lazy patios
For a vagabond wandering
In her gravid belly
And beneath the crimson firmament
At the summit of the tor's ripple
Stood the succulent temptation
Of stagnation, in the semblance
Of a plushy apple tree
And the nomadic dream
To be truly free
Chose the vacant atmosphere
Apt for a paper plane—less the liberty
And devoid of serendipity.
A profounder undertaking
For a severer toll.
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poem by Norman Santos
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Vicissitude II: Spring
The picador sun retires
And pants gloriously in his throne
His sweat quenched the drought;
Ocher turns to green and yellow
Marauding with the superfluity
Of palettes soused in nubile flowers—
A chateau of jaunty heraldries
And in the subterfuge of its alleys
I trampled in a quaint boudoir;
A loquacious room for a witling orchid
In the labyrinthine contours of the heather
I strife, I stride, I earnestly bristle
The verdure of saccharine spring time
But the pristine panoramic scene
Diverges a tatterdemalion man
Lost in dainty blossoming days
So I sifted through the prairies,
Ran across turfs, knolls, and valleys,
And slumber with a wilting orchid
The maelstrom of iridescent petals
That dabs the flagellating thorns
Oscillates like the sun and moon
With soporific lulls and inebriated
Pangs of melancholia in gnarls
Chagrined by the superfluity
Foreboding the dawn of debauchery
In the bosom of a redolent spring
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Though a good motive cannot sanction a bad action, a bad motive will always vitiate a good action. In common and trivial matters we may act without motives, but in momentous ones the most careful deliberation is wisdom.
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Last Instructions to a Painter
After two sittings, now our Lady State
To end her picture does the third time wait.
But ere thou fall'st to work, first, Painter, see
If't ben't too slight grown or too hard for thee.
Canst thou paint without colors? Then 'tis right:
For so we too without a fleet can fight.
Or canst thou daub a signpost, and that ill?
'Twill suit our great debauch and little skill.
Or hast thou marked how antic masters limn
The aly-roof with snuff of candle dim,
Sketching in shady smoke prodigious tools?
'Twill serve this race of drunkards, pimps and fools.
But if to match our crimes thy skill presumes,
As th' Indians, draw our luxury in plumes.
Or if to score out our compendious fame,
With Hooke, then, through the microscope take aim,
Where, like the new Comptroller, all men laugh
To see a tall louse brandish the white staff.
Else shalt thou oft thy guiltless pencil curse,
Stamp on thy palette, not perhaps the worse.
The painter so, long having vexed his cloth--
Of his hound's mouth to feign the raging froth--
His desperate pencil at the work did dart:
His anger reached that rage which passed his art;
Chance finished that which art could but begin,
And he sat smiling how his dog did grin.
So mayst thou pérfect by a lucky blow
What all thy softest touches cannot do.
Paint then St Albans full of soup and gold,
The new court's pattern, stallion of the old.
Him neither wit nor courage did exalt,
But Fortune chose him for her pleasure salt.
Paint him with drayman's shoulders, butcher's mien,
Membered like mules, with elephantine chine.
Well he the title of St Albans bore,
For Bacon never studied nature more.
But age, allayed now that youthful heat,
Fits him in France to play at cards and treat.
Draw no commission lest the court should lie,
That, disavowing treaty, asks supply.
He needs no seal but to St James's lease,
Whose breeches wear the instrument of peace;
Who, if the French dispute his power, from thence
Can straight produce them a plenipotence..
Nor fears he the Most Christian should trepan
Two saints at once, St Germain, St Alban,
But thought the Golden Age was now restored,
When men and women took each other's word.
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poem by Andrew Marvell
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A belief not common
What is common in us? This question baffled me most
This had destabilizing effect and was proving fatal at tremendous cost
How was I going to settle it to lead simple and straight life?
It had sharp edge and was tearing me apart as if operated by knife
Why we had different pattern of life and almost lived poles apart
Why did we perform and prayed from different angle and still remained part?
The religion was different still prayed almighty with same zeal and looked apparent
It had same basis, spirit, contents and flow of thought with same current
Mind was occupied with single aim that is to say to attain the salvation
Nothing was different and it remained same for all to live with the situation
Everybody wanted to lead the peaceful life though the approach differed
Human race was to survive still as the inherent mechanism suffered
If God had wanted the same treatment for all, he could have given one color
Why all flowers were created different with almost fascinating fragrance and odor Customs too differ to please the God but aim one to seek blessings
it is still awesome to feel different and cause so much stressing
Race, color, skin may differ but there ma y remain pure soul
Food habits may differ but appetite may not smell foul
World may be divided into continents, regions but surface may remain same
We got to adjust to the scene and to live with the ideals and try to frame
Mother may not act different with her children
The love may flow unconditional and sudden
She may be rejoiced at children’s well being
They may one day attain high position or become kings
Land is same, atmosphere is same with day and night
Some one may interpret it wrong and someone may do it right
The atmosphere may vitiate only when they differ and start to fight
The dark clouds may descend with the disappearance of light
Still we have so many things in common
With little agony and pain, tears may roll on
The blood may come out when there is injury
The common color of blood may increase the fury
We have survived long battle and emerged as victorious
The past to be left behind by us may still be very glorious
We see the same, feel the same and breathe the same air
To fight for nothing is something called as unfair
Let us ignite the passion for humanity
Live and allow others to live with dignity
There is nothing different in the infinity
It is how you believe in fine quality
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A bonded free
I released soul from imprisonment
I thought it to be right movement
How one can lodge it in captivity?
Can it have future with its continuity?
I gave full freedom to go in for wild search
It should have no room for complaints with heart ache
It has full right to breath in fresh air
There has to be clear move with intention very fair
Let me admit I have been lost in you
This is not idealism but very true
I have no means to prove it any way
The real feelings are very far and away
I may search all over again and again
I may be lost but energy to regain
I want to under go any amount of pain
I shall do nothing contrary and refrain
I wish it to be really free
Must provide me comforts under the tree
From where I can see clear and sky
With powerful wings straight away fly
I am lost with its simplicity
I fear no treachery or duplicity
It is there for me alone
It should never hit me as stone
I have put enough trust
It has to be there and must
I shall have choice to test the ground
A new love has to be found
I know it will not deceive
I shall welcome it and receive
I have longed it for future
It must be trust worthy and mature
I shall not deviate
No steps to be taken to vitiate
It must move and pendulum to oscillate
It should cement the bond and co relate
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A deliberate deception
It may be sure shot deception
when executed with solid conception
thoughts are integrated and pressed into action
you may have no time to offer any reaction
The river water is deep but not shallow
it will be calm but certainly not allow
to asses its depth and hidden danger
you may look upon it as complete stranger
So is the human being and individual as well
they will hide everything and do not reveal
they may take full care for everything to conceal
close friend even may not know the cause real
Someone cautioned me to be remain vigilant
we know her from the time when she was infant
you may not know her real motive and intention
it is not worth here anything to mention
I had no reason to disbelieve their advice
as I was totally blinded by hollow promises
I had no inkling about deception and trait
still I decided to follow with caution and wait
She may indulge in jokes and often say
'I am double edged weapon' and may block the way
If you try to cheat and commit any blunder
Still I thought it was mere talk and expected no thunder
She was calm and quite but hot headed
remained adamant and never heeded
it was her style of responding in arrogant way
I still preferred close relation and did not stay away
She used to pull me down in unceremonious style
I used to tolerate it for a while
It was not rehearsed to give it final bye
Thought I drove cautiously and made desperate try
Any one may find the alliance as holy
It has to be respected and observed wholly
we can never afford to commit folly
it will be termed as unwarranted and silly
No one cares about what others may think
they will meddle in affairs so much and deliberately sink
they wish to vitiate and make it unbearable
It is pathetic and can not be considerable
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poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A humble wish
We fail to understand the imminent threat
We simply go care free and casually treat
We realize it all of sudden when it has gone out of hand
It compels us to think it is beginning of an end
Does that mean we are simply non-believer?
Is there no one who acts for you as reliever?
Is there any divine power that makes really to believe?
Does that grant you some visible means to live?
It is definitely dominant factor and rules
It develops in built character and pulls
It is how he reacts to the reality and behaves
That inches him forward and dares
Nothing deters him not even death
He works on same pattern till his last breath
No compulsion of whatever kind influences his way
He carves out his own destiny and enforces his say
So long as the wind is in favor, we tend to forget
We allow the things move in different way and let
Never take it seriously and finally fall in trap
This is biggest drawback and unpardonable lapse
As the things move on you may feel that you are crest fallen
You bear the hard face and eyes remain swollen
Something is worrying you from inside
World seems to lay apart and disfavors tide
One by one all moves lay flat on ground and go against
You may feel you are sinking though you may deep by half waist
Your judgment makes error and you fail to visualize
Even though the sea may remain calm but boat may still capsize
It is necessary to off set the proud of an individual
The nature and God play a role that can be termed as dual
It is seen in right perspective but we fail to initiate
You never get hint out of it and spoil the things or vitiate
It must be remembered we are not immortal
You may not sleep even if your bed may be spread with rose petals
It is your satisfaction and peace of mind
That may help you o think of means to find
It is only mission and we are part of it
We can surge ahead even if there is dark or path is dimly lit
We need to hope the bright light at the end of the tunnel
Rest everything follows as sequence through channel
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poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Cyder: Book I
-- -- Honos erit huic quoq; Pomo? Virg.
What Soil the Apple loves, what Care is due
To Orchats, timeliest when to press the Fruits,
Thy Gift, Pomona, in Miltonian Verse
Adventrous I presume to sing; of Verse
Nor skill'd, nor studious: But my Native Soil
Invites me, and the Theme as yet unsung.
Ye Ariconian Knights, and fairest Dames,
To whom propitious Heav'n these Blessings grants,
Attend my Layes; nor hence disdain to learn,
How Nature's Gifts may be improv'd by Art.
And thou, O Mostyn, whose Benevolence,
And Candor, oft experienc'd, Me vouchsaf'd
To knit in Friendship, growing still with Years,
Accept this Pledge of Gratitude and Love.
May it a lasting Monument remain
Of dear Respect; that, when this Body frail
Is moulder'd into Dust, and I become
As I had never been, late Times may know
I once was blest in such a matchless Friend.
Who-e'er expects his lab'ring Trees shou'd bend
With Fruitage, and a kindly Harvest yield,
Be this his first Concern; to find a Tract
Impervious to the Winds, begirt with Hills,
That intercept the Hyperborean Blasts
Tempestuous, and cold Eurus nipping Force,
Noxious to feeble Buds: But to the West
Let him free Entrance grant, let Zephyrs bland
Administer their tepid genial Airs;
Naught fear he from the West, whose gentle Warmth
Discloses well the Earth's all-teeming Womb,
Invigorating tender Seeds; whose Breath
Nurtures the Orange, and the Citron Groves,
Hesperian Fruits, and wafts their Odours sweet
Wide thro' the Air, and distant Shores perfumes.
Nor only do the Hills exclude the Winds:
But, when the blackning Clouds in sprinkling Show'rs
Distill, from the high Summits down the Rain
Runs trickling; with the fertile Moisture chear'd,
The Orchats smile; joyous the Farmers see
Their thriving Plants, and bless the heav'nly Dew.
Next, let the Planter, with Discretion meet,
The Force and Genius of each Soil explore;
To what adapted, what it shuns averse:
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A need to afford
I can’t afford to remain off the guard with endless wait
I follow simple path and go straight
All worldly desires don’t appeals to me and fall on deaf ears
As if everything has been drained out with the passing of years
I remained on guard and thought to work on right
Considered rivals as friends and decided not to fight
Nothing went right as per plan and it failed to deliver
I still remained defiant in belief and firm believer
Let others try anything and go high and dry
I shall always look forward and try
May be that things may not turn to spring surprise
Surely it may not cripple the wings when sun rise
Life is really adventurous
It may prove hard and tortuous
All colors may not remain permanent and fade away
Darkness will be all over with the arrival of bright day
See the goal through clear vision
Expected the blasts through chain of fusion
Greatness may lie not with efforts to ignite but to defuse
Not to vitiate it further in a manner to confuse
Senseless thinking is worst enemy of human being
It may lead to misery and colossal damage to bring
Nothing can help is to retrieve it later on
Battle may be lost even if it is won
You stand firm in your approach
You may need no expertise or coach
You can clearly think of positive result
It may bring laurels and no more insult
Patience is mother of all success and main key
It is necessary to grow and water the tree
How can you expect tree to offer you the fruits
If you neglect the care remove the roots
One has to stand firmly on the ground
In search of new horizons to be found
It may lead to frustration and result in loss of the ground
You may find it later when finished with complete round
You must gather the strength and exploit it later
You may come to be known as statesman and baiter
It may grant you big name in the race
You may be able to assert it with pride and show the face
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A preference
You were never a Juliet
You seemed to me simple idiot
You preferred a heavy jolt
It was shock and blue from bolt
I thought you were showing some grace
I was never after you and in race
I had read anxieties on your face
Still I showed willingness to embrace
I knew something was making you wild
You were not the same as true and mild
I figured it out and decided to ignore
You had acted in haste this before
I let you behave the way you like
You may go on top and shout with mike
You may display cards while on bike
No one will bother even if you strike
You preferred neither to show nor to see
wanted me to dump in blue or dark sea
You didn’t want to remain as friend to find
Spoken words supposed to be very kind
Be little kind and considerate
Don’t complain always and narrate
Don’t land in hostile land
You will find villains and not good friend
No messages may flow
It will be great blow
Friendship process may go slow
Don’t vitiate but lay low
Understand and properly read
Between the lines and don’t misread
Try to find out ways and means
Search your soul and cleanse
You may find the answer
Not from all but from fewer
Steer the course and stay sound
Way with new friends is always found
Fill the air with melody of cuckoo
Be always right and try to be true
Make no bone of contention with noise
Keep your word good with promise
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poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A smile from Buddha
Did Buddha smile on that day?
What did it mean to say?
Was it code word for communication?
Was it giving any suspicion or indication?
It was supposed to be glorious moment
There was going on some movement
The nation was expecting adverse comments
Some malicious propaganda was on and trouble fomented
It was day for national celebration
The world was amused with clear vibration
It was leap forward in the filed of atomic age
Nation was in advantageous position o manage
Long veil of secrecy was to be maintained
The enemy states were to be contained
So many states moved the resolutions
It was move to halt the race without any solutions
Finally Buddha smile on sound note
It had nothing to worry about move to vote
The atomic bomb was successfully detonated
The resolution for emerging as strong nation was indicated
Any nation going for it must have clear history
It need not act as bullying force to add misery
It must be used for peaceful purposes
All fears may allayed and disposed
Why so much discrimination in field of technology?
Why unnecessary cry over issue and raise the bogey?
It is self containment and not meant to act as bullying force
The nation must feel proud of its being in the due course
Why it needs special mention here?
The technology is most dreaded anywhere
If it falls in the hands of undesired elements
It may prove futile for relation o build or cement
The consequences may prove disastrous
The threat may emanate and stay continuous
It is maturity of any nation that stands well
It may vitiate the congenial atmosphere and nothing more to tell
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Am no fortune teller
Am no fortune teller or palmist
Neither a historian nor economist
Ordinary thinker and activist
Optimistic and not a pessimist
Do you think peace should be given a chance?
Hatred and violence should stop at once?
No Blood shed instead friendship and cooperation
Beginning of new chapter with warm relation
Who prefers turmoil and oozing volcano?
Burning settlements as if towering inferno
Have we no courage to say emphatic “no”
All the barriers and obstacles to “go”
Why our heart is not filled with sympathy?
Do we want our brethrens to live with apathy?
Do we not want bright sun shine for their kids?
Do we have no clue or positive leads?
I wish to shun the violence but shut the eyes
Ignore the facts and try to find excuses and why’s?
Where does it lead for our common approach?
I wish it to happen in large scale as such
I know it is not realistic
It may also look cosmetic
Still it is worth try and good sign
Hoe world may realize and resign
Guns may stop and Church’s bell may strike
Prayers and hymns may be heard on mike
Not for safety warning but for mass gathering
Burial for hatred and for storm withering
How time it may take for killing thousands?
Single missile gun shell will do it in seconds
Spill of blood all over but no one to take care
Where is place for us to run and take shelter?
Guns and ammunitions to be found inn plenty
Demolition of temporal houses by violating sanctity
Where will go to offer prayers and feel the curse?
Do we have anything left to nurture the wounds and nurse?
We have only one home to seek refuge?
No one may block your entry or refuse?
It is not fact that we are blind and selfish
But God only knows what force is pushing us to perish?
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An assassin's bullet
Is the tolerance has taken back seat?
Do we stab a person when tries to greet?
What are we to offer in the name of tolerance?
What alternate we have in everybody’s presence?
Will wanton killing may alter the situation?
Will it not raise the eye brows and questions?
It is condemned all over but with mute voice
World is taking no notice or create noise
Can we be called generous human being?
What happiness we can offer or bring?
We can not praise almighty in sacred place
There are bomb blasts to eliminate the race
Are we falling to wicked designs?
Merely surrendered and resigned
Where are we heading for as of today?
Killings and looting is on all the days
I can not offer my prayers
There wait the assassin as bullet sprayers
I have no place to beg for your mercy
I bow my head in shame and feel pity
All holy verses are forgotten
Resorting to orgy of violence often
I am at pain to learn the crux of teachings
Who may be taking guidance for preaching?
We call ourselves as children of God
We respect and obey every word of lord
We earnestly request to fill heart with kindness
Not a single word to cause any sort of unhappiness
I wish to ignore all holy norms
Let no one come, advocate and inform
What the humanity and religion stands?
Who is to be considered foe or friend?
I have no faith in such philosophy
Who openly preach violence and offer money with trophy?
They are named as crusader and martyrs of the cause?
Let them look behind and assess the situation with pause?
Crocodiles and vultures are true friends
They have remained with us till the end
They have not polluted the air or water
We are going to vitiate and alter
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An easy to make
It is very easy to make soul mate
But it is difficult to ignore and hate
Ho can we term our relation and rate?
We may learn it with passage of time very late
We always need kind words from others
Their behavior and attitude may always bother
Is there any direct relation between love and peace?
Can we lead life in isolation at ease?
Love has strength to transmit signals of positive attitude
How does some words compel adversary to express his gratitude?
It is power behind real thrust that comes to fore
Person tries to know it in earnest never witnessed before
You may go all the way to deny the fact
You may loose temper and strongly react
It is negative force that forces you to deny
You may try to behave as rich even without a penny
It is human tendency to live in falsehood
No one may come forward and take you out of wood
You simple calculations may go in wrong direction
Nothing can help you later on even if you correct your action
We are social animal and have to live peacefully and adjust
It is matter of principal to be followed and lived with just
We are born on land with definite aim and mission
We owe everything to Him and seek humble submission
If you can’t offer anything of this kind then at least seek compromise
Take resolve in mind that you will not vitiate and surprise
You all action will be not contrary to the civilized norms
You must be attached with all as earth is to earthworms
No one may notice what is hidden in your mind?
It may not be open for all to judge or to find
It is for self joy to wonder in this unique world
You may not find any warmth in relation but very cold
Don’t pretend ever you have so much to offer?
You go for right cause even if you have to differ
You can give live wordings of the humanity to follow
You may direct all your efforts all your efforts not to allow
It is love for mankind and to be part of misery
That is how you present your self to the adversary
It has nothing to do with what you think or do?
It may matter if learn to live with and prove true
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An violent course
I almost had bitten her to death
I had lost trust and faith
She was impossible to tackle
I was in rage and struck her head on table
Was I becoming cruel animal?
I was loosing calm on her arrival
She was very much irritant
My reaction was hostile and instant
What was the reason to infuriate?
Why were we doing everything to vitiate?
Why no one as coming to help and initiate?
Out side people knew we were so intimate
It was going well with no worry
I too was not taking any steps in hurry
I used to tell her in advance an earnest sorry
She used to be in pain looked very weary
She had all the characters of good woman
She knew exactly how to respect man
She did whatever possibly could do
She served me in her capacity very true
She wanted her companion to remain at ease
She preferred lonely life with peace
That could have been very fine
I did smell rat and acted as swine
I almost mistrusted her and took to offence
I used to vigil on her and watched from fence
She was proving hostile and almost impossible
I could see unhappiness on face which was very much visible
She was welcome all over and got immense fame
I tried to find out the reason with shame
Why everybody loved her and I failed?
Why I felt jealousy in four walls of jail?
I had no reason to feel insecure
She was loved by all and almost sure
Why I failed to promise her and reassure?
She remained holy and almost pure
It was driving me desperately to the corner
I was in no mood to have support or garner
She did her best to come to an understanding
I had set the course and didn’t go for mending
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Bank on same
Politicians all over bank on same
Catch the nerve and earn the fame
Loot the wealth and rule the scene
Such unique creature can never be seen
Why to go for distant land and search?
He is all season bird to know everything and preach
He is powerful and capable to teach
We are all shameless who look for him to reach
What will he do after reaching on stage?
Advise you on whether and on all ages
He has to gain on all the fronts
As we always follow him and want
He can fool all with all immunity
We have made him powerful and mighty
He can fiddle with system and get Scot free
As he has enough of fruits to pluck from the tree
Judiciary, police and agents and party close the eyes
No one questions his integrity and ask why
This all makes him to act arbitrarily and above law
The same situation can not go on or be allowed
The situation may worsen one day
No one can save him from pushing away
That day will be final for him to repent
He may then not need any request or consent
People are fed up with corruption
There are daily cases reported without any interruption
Whole country is put into shame
Yet they act bravely and pass on the blame
Some leaders are left loose to vitiate the scene
Such parallel is never observed or seen
Only Tsunami or earth quake can remedy the situation
The time has arrived for us to go for real evaluation
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Basic to Long For
It is very basic to long for closeness
It is also essential to feel oneness
Life is given for once in life time
Don’t waste it in committing crime
“To love and be loved” must form instinct
You must look different and distinct
This is how human being and individual excel
Know the world fully well and authoritatively tell
It is grief that melts the hard core man
He goes for quick remedy in capacity whatever he can
That is God gift and everybody is gifted
Person may change for a while when interest is shifted
No need to tell others as what to do
They have seen enough of it and passed through
How can we be the judge of others action?
You are not to jump as arbitrator as reaction
Person may suffer for his acts in present life
Life may be proved difficult and like cutting edge of knife
It may make him to realize the consequences of ill acts
This is reality of life and very basic fact
He is very much aware of our weaknesses
He always sees our pale and tired faces
He can address it in time but awaits gradual change
If person can know the reality with passing of an age
We must bow to supreme power with strong belief
It may offer you solace and permanent relief
An immediate change may not be noticed
But good result is always promised
Never try to compare with others as it is unhealthy
Everybody is destines as per the wish of almighty
Who are we to fight over supremacy of any kind?
Can we stop ourselves from advocating wrong and going blind?
Let us now the universal truth
It needs no support or proof
Whatever you see around is just a vision
Do not try to vitiate or create confusion
You may be judged as per your behavior
The almighty God will act as savior
He is there to look after you as protector
We are simply managing scene as stage actors
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Closeness
Hello and little smile brings us so close
Reddishness on cheeks and ready for pose
Exchange of promises and trust to repose
All on sound basis and nothing to suppose
Relation mushroom with development of intimacy
It is genuine feeling and doesn’t involve hypocrisy
How best to die for each other is order of the day
Search for genuine relationship in honourable way
It is not limited or confined to gender feeling
Relation is built up purely on honest dealing
What matters more is utmost will and good faith
Slight compromise leads to break up or death
It is unbearable pain when comes separation
It doesn’t matter or count what the duration (was)
Life doesn’t end with break up, failure or sordid affair
It has happy ending with means always fair
If you have resolve to sail in rough weather
Adding sweetness and glory to your feather
Nobody can storm or vitiate the relation
Life is full of joy with happiness and sensation
To cast doubt means end of cordiality
Halt in warmth relation and start of hostility
Hurling of abuses and accusing to each other
May sour the relation with more to bother
Closeness may add to strengthening the bond
New intimate relation and better relation fond
Better understanding to over come and excel in field
Complement to each other not to course or yield
Lovely life is reflected in every mode or corner
Flame is coming out clean and bright from burner
What actually you need is sincere cleansing
Presentation of real show without any mincing
Not hollowness in action but holistic approach
Swing in action without any help from coach
May ultimately lead to and bring happiness
Intimacy is after all………………………..
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Drastic changes
There is drastic change in environment
Earth is undergoing with heave movement
Mother earth is now pushing hot volcano
We must understand this change and know
Glaciers are melting and flooding the rivers
Destructions everywhere which is witnessed never
What to speak of bush fires and rising sea waves?
Nature is turning hostile and simply dares
World is moving with faster pace
There is no room for emotions or any race
What had been in past can’t be carried further
Some new ideas are to be inducted and served as booster
Parents may have different feelings
New generation may not for it or willing
Some thing infuriate them as insult
Something new is emerging as result
They are not having passion for long wait
Neither have they accepted it as chance nor as fate
Everything must be done with accuracy and precision
It can’t be left for the tomorrow’s decision
Some of the actions may definitely irritate old people
But they can hardly wait for any future problem or trouble
It has to be dealt with dare devil approach
The old people never dared or thought as such
There is generation gap so far work is concerned
Not a single area is left unexplored or unconcerned
It requires greater understanding and precision
Everything is depended on calculative decision
So give free hand to young and talented boys
You can’t see them for long playing with toys
They may remain in your image as small kids
But today they are on high mission for providing leads
I see some of the parents shedding the tears
They have lot more to explain and bear
But there is over all change in approach and dealing
You can only have some thing little for healing
Let them have their own sway
As it is burden on their shoulder to push the way
We can see them as hot headed
But things can be alright if points conceded
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