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Simple Isolation

Not alone but together in isolation
Living with memory with solid bond and relation
Nothing has gone away or taken forcibly
You will be able to steer the course ably

I live by every moment
Past and present in silence without any comment
You are so near but still very far
I can remember you distinctly while looking at star

Not all the happiness can be realized
Not everything can be had or obliged
It is single journey and can be taken over
Person himself has to endure and find cover

At some sweet moment of time, you may be loved by many
You may be deceived very next moment and criticized by so many
These are the weak points to be faced by every individual
Somewhere to present as honest and somewhere to play as dual

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poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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You can't swear on the heart

that beats on descriptions
the paper only can stand
and is fed by a bloodstream of words running wild

years back someone tried to put
new sinews between your bones and muscles
but they did not know you'd become an implant
and that there was a microchip of nothingness
inserted somewhere in your spine
so that your nightmare could walk on silver screens
half way between you and yourself
meeting each other on a bridge
that testifies both a crossing and a departure

years back someone tried to write you down
in the rule of silence
but they did not know that you had already become one
that speaks louder than words
leaning on all facets of interpretation coins
cast into the fountains of the first and last of wishes

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poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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The Effects of Spring on Nature

See where the winding vale its lavish stores,
Irriguous, spreads. See, how the lily drinks
The latent rill, scarce oozing through the grass,
In fair profusion, decks. Long let us walk,
Where the breeze blows from yon extended field
Of blossom'd beans. Arabia cannot boast
A fuller gale of joy, than, liberal, thence
Breathes through the sense, and takes the ravish'd soul.
Nor is the mead unworthy of thy foot,
Full of fresh verdure and unnumber'd flowers,
The negligence of nature, wide and wild;
Where, undisguised by mimic art, she spreads
Unbounded beauty to the roving eye.
Here their delicious task the fervent bees,
In swarming millions, tend: around, athwart,
Through the soft air, the busy nations fly,
Cling to the bud, and, with inserted tube,
Suck its pure essence, its ethereal soul;
And oft, with bolder wing, they soaring dare
The purple heath, or where the wild thyme grows,

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poem by James Thomson
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To be called beggar

It is curse on earth to be called beggar
It hurts a person as if inserted with the dragger
Who can like such remarks when had plenty?
He is spending life now as beggar with fallen grace from almighty

The cycle changes in everybody's life
Sometimes from the treachery of wife
Sometimes cheated by own relatives
When person remains choosey and subjective

See the lines on the face of beggar
He may look at you with agony and fear
Expecting no big amount but small coin
Collect few and come back to family to join

Not all beggars may have family of their own
Some of them may be earning more and popularly know
Yet majority of them suffer under trauma
As life has cheated them by playing drama

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poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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To Mrs. Newton

A noble theme demands a noble verse,
In such I thank you for your fine oysters.
The barrel was magnificently large,
But, being sent to Olney at free charge,
Was not inserted in the driver's list,
And therefore overlook'd, forgot, or miss'd;
For, when the messenger whom we despatch'd
Inquir'd for oysters, Hob his noddle scratch'd;
Denying that his wagon or his wain
Did any such commodity contain.
In consequence of which, your welcome boon
Did not arrive till yesterday at noon;
In consequence of which some chanc'd to die,
And some, though very sweet, were very dry.
Now Madam says, (and what she says must still
Deserve attention, say she what she will,)
That what we call the diligence, be-case
It goes to London with a swifter pace,
Would better suit the carriage of your gift,
Returning downward with a pace as swift;

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poem by William Cowper
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Sabotaged Minds

Bitter thoughts, reverberating in the mind like a vibrant boomerang,
Always realised lately, damaging enough and ultimately strikes with a bang,
Like an ill-fated fish left on the shores by the insouciant waves,
Life gifts you the worst paralysis ever experienced before exploring the deadliest of the graves,
And negativity egresses in self forcefully, with thoughts pretty gross,
Rendering your doomed soul, brutally crucified on a cross!

Where every thought bleeds its words out like nails inserted in the veins,
Where every vision is damaged with collections of huge traces of dreams gushing in the drains,
Where every sound is so perturbing that u're tired of being artificially deaf towards the harsh decibels,
Where every smell chokes your nosetrills with ashes of ur own self, exposed to highly deceiving carnivals,
Where every taste of a morsel is not less than the required venom, needed to keep you alive,
Where every touch is not less than getting stoned to the outrageousness which the world offers on the drive,
Where every second of passing time is a strong interrogation to self as to why such negations ever occur,
Where every beat of ur thumping heart is a realisation that life's gonna be a bitch and has everything false to utter!

Friendship does give solutions, but no solution can purify the contaminated bloods of negativity,
Love does give support, but no support can wear a wishbone where ur backbone ought to be,
Optimism, at leisure though, surely makes its way - destroying each n every emotion mentioned in the lines above,
But when it fails even for a fraction of a second.. it just leads to something like SABOTAGED MINDS..!

poem by Kairav Shah
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A strong union

I was dismayed to look at lovely bond
Even birds are making love noise and are very fond
They may be sky bound but come down
To meet and see the family of their own

Is it not natural phenomenon to feel attached?
In real time, eyes roam over and get searched
They find out the most beautiful object
To be liked and absolutely with no chance to reject

To desire of such things is not at all guilt
This is divine feeling and always inbuilt
You will never hate a person
But look forward to him with some solid reasons

Even two staunch enemies meet and embrace
This is beautiful combination to face
Complete hatred is vanished in matter of seconds
What a magic for lovely feelings to end?

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poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The New Vestments

There lived an old man in the kingdom of Tess,
Who invented a purely original dress;
And when it was perfectly made and complete,
He opened the door, and walked into the street.

By way of a hat, he'd a loaf of Brown Bread,
In the middle of which he inserted his head;--
His Shirt was made up of no end of dead Mice,
The warmth of whose skins was quite fluffy and nice;--
His Drawers were of Rabit-skins, -- but it is not known whose;--
His Waistcoat and Trowsers were made of Pork Chops;--
His Buttons were Jujubes, and Chocolate Drops;--
His Coat was all Pancakes with Jam for a border,
And a girdle of Biscuits to keep it in order;
And he wore over all, as a screen from bad weather,
A Cloak of green Cabbage-leaves stitched all together.

He had walked a short way, when he heard a great noise,
Of all sorts of Beasticles, Birdlings, and Boys;--
And from every long street and dark lane in the town

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poem by Edward Lear
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The Cinematic

It's a strange task to put something down in ink
The things worth saying
Are the things that can't be said- I think
The songs that mean something to sing
Are beyond words above language
The kind you can't directly engage
All this to say what I now say
Is worth saying, worth it to me

When I write a movie script
There's something about me
That becomes
Invested
Inserted
Infused
Into my characters, it's a feeling that is foreign
For I feel what they feel and not what I fell
And yet their person flows from who I am, closer than kin
Simultaneously their emotions are born of mine
As their emotions are born in me.

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poem by David Knox
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Frozen relation

When real relation is frozen or turned frost?
You are not loved at all but continue to be hated most
Some irritation starts creeping in mind
You see nothing except being rude and unkind

It so happens that words are misunderstood
Some bad words are taken for granted as good
It goes on till some ice is broken sincerely
But such thing happen seldom or rarely

The hatred plant grows enormously without being fed
Nourishment and other things are fuelled by friends
No one takes to reason and tries to make some improvement
It is allowed to worsen to such an extent that no time is left to resent

We have been molded in such a way to be carried very easily
Some of the words are picked just for nothing unnecessarily
It is quoted and misquoted to deteriorate the relation further
It adds to your tension and forces you think and relentlessly bother

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poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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