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Miss you
I woke up in tears
Theres no way your gonna walk down those stairs
Doesn't matter how many prayers I
pray
Your're in a place where there's no
pain
I cry so hard that
Every part of my body
hurts
I miss you so much
Theres no way your gonna walk down those stairs
Doesn't matter how many prayers I
pray
Your're in a place where there's no
pain
I cry so hard that
Every part of my body
hurts
I miss you so much
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Posted: Apr 2015
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{Tango And Tonga}
{No. 1.}
_______{Tango & Tonga }_______
[It takes two to Tango & Tongo
Ultimately becoming one for bingo!
A beautiful dance taking poetic form
Where grace & style are the norm.
Tango was born in working city halls,
by passionate dancers, Carlos Gardel
in alive cities of Buenos Aires, Montevideo
in South American city of Argentina.
Tango can accelerate your well-being
bringing elixir of life to a new high
of excitement, health, joy, happiness,
for you to experience again and again.
Dance steps are hectic, fast, furious
leaving the onlookers in a rush
of emotions, romantic passions, faster heart-beats
in all sexy movements of their bodies.
Tango is a single dance form
where two dancers move to horn,
Man and Woman, merging, fusing, melting
into a Tonga-driven single horse-carriage!]
---- The End ---
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_______{Tango & Tonga }_______
[It takes two to Tango & Tongo
Ultimately becoming one for bingo!
A beautiful dance taking poetic form
Where grace & style are the norm.
Tango was born in working city halls,
by passionate dancers, Carlos Gardel
in alive cities of Buenos Aires, Montevideo
in South American city of Argentina.
Tango can accelerate your well-being
bringing elixir of life to a new high
of excitement, health, joy, happiness,
for you to experience again and again.
Dance steps are hectic, fast, furious
leaving the onlookers in a rush
of emotions, romantic passions, faster heart-beats
in all sexy movements of their bodies.
Tango is a single dance form
where two dancers move to horn,
Man and Woman, merging, fusing, melting
into a Tonga-driven single horse-carriage!]
---- The End ---
copyright @ ManoharBhatia.
All rights are reserved.
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Posted: Apr 2015
About this poem:
I was inspired to write this poem after seeing an India film called {"Naya Duar"} meaning new way.Behind this concept is a love story between our India legend star, Dilip Kumar and his love interest vivacing beautiful Vyjantimala.After vising the temple, the hero asks vyjantimala what did she ask God? and the herione blurts into a song::::: {Maang ke saat tumara, meine mang liya sansar} meaning, if I have you, I will have the world.This conversation happened in a single horse driven carriage, where two became one.{The Biggest}
[Short Poem:::::::::: "On Biggest"]
[The biggest laughter
is not the one
with plenty of peals,
but the one when tears
rolled down your cheeks!
The biggest anger
is not of murder,
but, when your heart
failed and you died!
The biggest victory,
is not of medals won,
but is the one of
mind over matter!
The biggest goal
is not of the footballer,
but of the goalkeeper,
saving that match-winning
goal of the opponent!
The biggest wall
is not the wall
of China, but that
which divides humanity!
The biggest heart
is not the one
that only gives,
but never takes!
The biggest enemy
is not outside,
but within you!
The biggest black spots
are not of the Sun
but of your character!
The biggest loss
is not the death
of your wife, but the
breaking of partnership!
The biggest happiness
is not of reason,
but without any reason!
The biggest fall
is not from Mt. Everest,
but from disgrace!
The biggest Bank is not
the one where billions
are invested, but the
heart of a person
where Humanity can
Bank upon always!
The biggest best-seller
is not the one with
highest number of sold copies,
but the one that has
discovered the mystery
of Homo-Sapiens!]
_____ The End_____
Manohar Bhatia.
Copyright @ ManoharBhatia
All rights are reserved.
[The biggest laughter
is not the one
with plenty of peals,
but the one when tears
rolled down your cheeks!
The biggest anger
is not of murder,
but, when your heart
failed and you died!
The biggest victory,
is not of medals won,
but is the one of
mind over matter!
The biggest goal
is not of the footballer,
but of the goalkeeper,
saving that match-winning
goal of the opponent!
The biggest wall
is not the wall
of China, but that
which divides humanity!
The biggest heart
is not the one
that only gives,
but never takes!
The biggest enemy
is not outside,
but within you!
The biggest black spots
are not of the Sun
but of your character!
The biggest loss
is not the death
of your wife, but the
breaking of partnership!
The biggest happiness
is not of reason,
but without any reason!
The biggest fall
is not from Mt. Everest,
but from disgrace!
The biggest Bank is not
the one where billions
are invested, but the
heart of a person
where Humanity can
Bank upon always!
The biggest best-seller
is not the one with
highest number of sold copies,
but the one that has
discovered the mystery
of Homo-Sapiens!]
_____ The End_____
Manohar Bhatia.
Copyright @ ManoharBhatia
All rights are reserved.
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Posted: Apr 2015
About this poem:
It was just a crazy idea to write this poem, because of only one word that kept rotating in my mind and that word was :::::::::::: {Biggest}{The Smallest}
[ Short Poem ::::On Smallest ]
[The smallest distance
between two points
is a line; but the
smallest distance between
two persons is only
a line of communication!
The smallest planet in the
universe is not a star
as seen by a naked eye,
but a STAR that cannot be
seen in an ugly planet!
The smallest appreciation
is not the one saying
'thank you' but a smallest
gesture that shows appreciation
without saying anything!
The smallest mistake is
not the one that hurts the
self, but the one that
hurt the other selves!
The smallest truth is not
the one which is real,
but the one that is
a lie fabricated by truth!
The smallest error between
cup and lip is a slip,
And the smallest mistake
between patience and restraint
is slip of the tongue!
The smallest compact disc
is not the one
measured in size,
but is the one
with unlimited storage!
The smallest talk
is not the one spoken
by mouth, but the one
known by telepathy!
The smallest walk
is not of one step,
but a walk-over
in your absence!
The smallest tide
is not measured in height,
but is calculated
in the affairs of men!
The smallest confusion
is not with word 'confusion'
in an English language
but 'confusion' being used
as a metaphor!
The smallest love
is not a kiss planted
on the lips, but a
love camouflaged by lust! ]
_____ The End ____
copyright @ ManoharBhatia.
All rights are reserved.
[The smallest distance
between two points
is a line; but the
smallest distance between
two persons is only
a line of communication!
The smallest planet in the
universe is not a star
as seen by a naked eye,
but a STAR that cannot be
seen in an ugly planet!
The smallest appreciation
is not the one saying
'thank you' but a smallest
gesture that shows appreciation
without saying anything!
The smallest mistake is
not the one that hurts the
self, but the one that
hurt the other selves!
The smallest truth is not
the one which is real,
but the one that is
a lie fabricated by truth!
The smallest error between
cup and lip is a slip,
And the smallest mistake
between patience and restraint
is slip of the tongue!
The smallest compact disc
is not the one
measured in size,
but is the one
with unlimited storage!
The smallest talk
is not the one spoken
by mouth, but the one
known by telepathy!
The smallest walk
is not of one step,
but a walk-over
in your absence!
The smallest tide
is not measured in height,
but is calculated
in the affairs of men!
The smallest confusion
is not with word 'confusion'
in an English language
but 'confusion' being used
as a metaphor!
The smallest love
is not a kiss planted
on the lips, but a
love camouflaged by lust! ]
_____ The End ____
copyright @ ManoharBhatia.
All rights are reserved.
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Posted: Apr 2015
About this poem:
Just as I wrote the poem on {Biggest}, I said to myself why not write a poem on {smallest}; this how idea to wriote this poem came to me.{Of what Use...........}
[Of what use is this Number One
when One is a lonely number
without any friends, associates, family?
Of what use is this Black & White
when there is reality in grey
a reality touching heart, mind, body, soul?
Of what use is this worldly togetherness
when the poetry of life is aloneness
an aloneness, that is pure joy, bliss, meditation?
of what use is the scientist promising hope
when a poet shows you a way out of hopelessness
that can open your mind to total awareness?
Of what use are these world of colors
when a painter expertly mixes B & W with grey
creating amazing canvas of divine beauty & art?
Of what use is this confession before a priest
when sinner can redeem his life reading bible
where our Lord God has put his signature?
Of what use are these wars fought among nations
When a lyricist pens few peaceful lines of reconciliation
for a permanent durable peace amongst humanity?
Of what use is this live-in relationships
when joys of parenthood are calling us
for traditional rituals, ceremonies, parties, marriages?
Of what use are these winnings of a roulette
when there is sure winner in every merry-go-round
for an honest, sustained effort in labor, sweat?
Of what use are these best selling writers
when a single Shakespeare has sold the world
in meaningful poems, astounding plays, fascinating lyrics?]
_____ The End ______
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All rights are reserved.
when One is a lonely number
without any friends, associates, family?
Of what use is this Black & White
when there is reality in grey
a reality touching heart, mind, body, soul?
Of what use is this worldly togetherness
when the poetry of life is aloneness
an aloneness, that is pure joy, bliss, meditation?
of what use is the scientist promising hope
when a poet shows you a way out of hopelessness
that can open your mind to total awareness?
Of what use are these world of colors
when a painter expertly mixes B & W with grey
creating amazing canvas of divine beauty & art?
Of what use is this confession before a priest
when sinner can redeem his life reading bible
where our Lord God has put his signature?
Of what use are these wars fought among nations
When a lyricist pens few peaceful lines of reconciliation
for a permanent durable peace amongst humanity?
Of what use is this live-in relationships
when joys of parenthood are calling us
for traditional rituals, ceremonies, parties, marriages?
Of what use are these winnings of a roulette
when there is sure winner in every merry-go-round
for an honest, sustained effort in labor, sweat?
Of what use are these best selling writers
when a single Shakespeare has sold the world
in meaningful poems, astounding plays, fascinating lyrics?]
_____ The End ______
copyright@ManoharBhatia.
All rights are reserved.
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Posted: Apr 2015
About this poem:
I wrote this poem on seeing with what hopelessness peole are living their life.Whether they are rich or poor, everyone is not at peace. Why is it so? This kept me thinking to pen the poem.{Change}
[ Change ]
[Change is the change
of identity on facebook,
where you are only on cookbook!
Change is the difference
of doing business in East than West
where crony capitalism is best!
Change is the currency
of notes, bills, coins,
where human capital also joins!
Change is the attitude
of people towards sexuality
where love can be a causality!
Change is a human nature
for man & woman in relationship
where each struggles for partnership!
Change is the transformation
of parties in hues of politics
where power of money is game of ethics!
Change is the merging
a town of two border states
where upmanship was at stake!
Change is the struggle
for freedom from orthodoxy
where man is buried in methodology!
Change is a change of rule
from one nation to another
where greed and power gather!
Change is a shift
in climate from hot or cold
where Mother Nature acts bold!
Change is a plan
for IPL team for surprise win
where everyone will grin!
Change is a twist
of story in fiction novel
where readers would marvel!
Change is in the thinking
of person from poverty to affluence
where discomfort & comfort confluence!
Change is a change
from one change to another change
where only change is game of change!]
---The End---
copyright@ManoharBhatia
All rights are reserved.
[Change is the change
of identity on facebook,
where you are only on cookbook!
Change is the difference
of doing business in East than West
where crony capitalism is best!
Change is the currency
of notes, bills, coins,
where human capital also joins!
Change is the attitude
of people towards sexuality
where love can be a causality!
Change is a human nature
for man & woman in relationship
where each struggles for partnership!
Change is the transformation
of parties in hues of politics
where power of money is game of ethics!
Change is the merging
a town of two border states
where upmanship was at stake!
Change is the struggle
for freedom from orthodoxy
where man is buried in methodology!
Change is a change of rule
from one nation to another
where greed and power gather!
Change is a shift
in climate from hot or cold
where Mother Nature acts bold!
Change is a plan
for IPL team for surprise win
where everyone will grin!
Change is a twist
of story in fiction novel
where readers would marvel!
Change is in the thinking
of person from poverty to affluence
where discomfort & comfort confluence!
Change is a change
from one change to another change
where only change is game of change!]
---The End---
copyright@ManoharBhatia
All rights are reserved.
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Posted: Apr 2015
About this poem:
I keep thinking how this world is moving and I see that nothing is static. What fashion is to-day, the next day it vanishes; every day there is something new.This concept kept me thinking and I wrote this poem for a "change"
Into the fire
Such emptiness and loss inside,
These demons screaming my mind,
The ugliness and hurt of mine,
Pain and sorrow multiplied,
My overbearing sense of pride,
I'm scared and there's
nowhere to hide,
Sifting through deceit and lies,
I stare at horrors petrified,
Eyes spark electrified,
Wires burnt and circuits fried,
How did I get so old and tired,
A derelict of my desires,
This quicksand and quagmire,
Like it's out of the frying pan,
Into the fire...
These demons screaming my mind,
The ugliness and hurt of mine,
Pain and sorrow multiplied,
My overbearing sense of pride,
I'm scared and there's
nowhere to hide,
Sifting through deceit and lies,
I stare at horrors petrified,
Eyes spark electrified,
Wires burnt and circuits fried,
How did I get so old and tired,
A derelict of my desires,
This quicksand and quagmire,
Like it's out of the frying pan,
Into the fire...
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Posted: Apr 2015
About this poem:
It's dark in here
BEYOND THE VEIL
EVERYTHING IN LIFE HAS A VEIL
.AN ATOM IS VEILD BY ITS ORBIT.
A CELL IS VEILD BY ITS MEMBRANE.
AN EGG IS GAGED IN ITS SHELL.
A SEED IS VEILD IN ITS SHELL.
THE TEETH IS VEILD BY THE LIPS.
THE EYES BY THE LIDS
THE SUN, VEILD IN THE SKY FROM WHERE IT RISES EACH DAY
HONEY IS VEILD IN THE HONEY COMB.
THE RAIN, VEILD IN THE CLOUDS.
A SPOT IN THE DOT, BEGINS THE FOETUS WONDERFULLY VEILD IN THE UTERUS AWAI TING THAT GLORIOUS MOMENT TO UNVEIL ITSELF TO MOTHER EARTH
AS PRECIOUS STONE VEILS OFF ITS IMPURITIES IN THE KILN
BEFORE IT SHINES
AND AS THE TAMED ANT BUILDS ITS OWN MUNDHILL,
SO SHALL ANYONE UNVEIL HIS OWN DESTINY IF ONE BE REKNOWN.
.AN ATOM IS VEILD BY ITS ORBIT.
A CELL IS VEILD BY ITS MEMBRANE.
AN EGG IS GAGED IN ITS SHELL.
A SEED IS VEILD IN ITS SHELL.
THE TEETH IS VEILD BY THE LIPS.
THE EYES BY THE LIDS
THE SUN, VEILD IN THE SKY FROM WHERE IT RISES EACH DAY
HONEY IS VEILD IN THE HONEY COMB.
THE RAIN, VEILD IN THE CLOUDS.
A SPOT IN THE DOT, BEGINS THE FOETUS WONDERFULLY VEILD IN THE UTERUS AWAI TING THAT GLORIOUS MOMENT TO UNVEIL ITSELF TO MOTHER EARTH
AS PRECIOUS STONE VEILS OFF ITS IMPURITIES IN THE KILN
BEFORE IT SHINES
AND AS THE TAMED ANT BUILDS ITS OWN MUNDHILL,
SO SHALL ANYONE UNVEIL HIS OWN DESTINY IF ONE BE REKNOWN.
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Posted: Apr 2015
About this poem:
SOMEONE WALKED UP TO ME AND SAID THAT LIFE WAS FULL OF OBSCURITIESMY ADVICE WAS THE CONTENT OF 'BEYOND THE VEIL
Look back to Spring
Life's precious hours, its fleeting foot denounce,
like as flowing rivers run, touched but only once,
leaves us wondering, those haste filled days of yore,
when in soft repose, bloomed Springtimes scented store,
perchance, could fate again ignite those moments rare,
or we with sullen impotence, at futures dark regions stare,
thus we dream, whence earth its flowered fragrance sprung
and languish long, when we, our love songs sung;
Alas! The pen alone dare challenge with poetic guise,
to chronicle time's passage, scribe what's considered wise;
Ah! wisdom, 'tis not self conceits that we in abundance find,
more oft, in quietude and peaceful realms of mind,
a kaleidoscope of tranquility within one's being found,
when, stand we firm, on Autumn's leaf coloured ground,
new salad days, no differing from that of Spring,
as thoughts of love, like matin bells softly ring,
author of our days relate with profanities charged quill,
to find this doyen heart lives in Springtime still.
like as flowing rivers run, touched but only once,
leaves us wondering, those haste filled days of yore,
when in soft repose, bloomed Springtimes scented store,
perchance, could fate again ignite those moments rare,
or we with sullen impotence, at futures dark regions stare,
thus we dream, whence earth its flowered fragrance sprung
and languish long, when we, our love songs sung;
Alas! The pen alone dare challenge with poetic guise,
to chronicle time's passage, scribe what's considered wise;
Ah! wisdom, 'tis not self conceits that we in abundance find,
more oft, in quietude and peaceful realms of mind,
a kaleidoscope of tranquility within one's being found,
when, stand we firm, on Autumn's leaf coloured ground,
new salad days, no differing from that of Spring,
as thoughts of love, like matin bells softly ring,
author of our days relate with profanities charged quill,
to find this doyen heart lives in Springtime still.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Apr 2015
About this poem:
How in the Autumn of our lives, we look back in hope its hours to regain, the truth lies in the magic of each day of our lives? regardless the season.
Golf Tips
The three most important rules of golf:
Keep your head down!
Keep you head down!
And keep you head down!
Obey the rules of golf
If you cheat, you are only cheating yourself
Clean off your club after every shot
Repair all divots
Repair all ball marks on the green
Keep carts 30 feet from the edge of the green
Let faster players play through
Make all your putts, no gimmes!
Pack some snack, you can't golf on an empty stomach
If you are a single, golf during the week, not on the busy weekends
The cheaper the course, the more elbow room you will have
Some say golf is a good walk spoiled, so take a cart
Mark your score on the next hole so the people behind you can play
Forget your bad shots
Have fun out there!
Keep your head down!
Keep you head down!
And keep you head down!
Obey the rules of golf
If you cheat, you are only cheating yourself
Clean off your club after every shot
Repair all divots
Repair all ball marks on the green
Keep carts 30 feet from the edge of the green
Let faster players play through
Make all your putts, no gimmes!
Pack some snack, you can't golf on an empty stomach
If you are a single, golf during the week, not on the busy weekends
The cheaper the course, the more elbow room you will have
Some say golf is a good walk spoiled, so take a cart
Mark your score on the next hole so the people behind you can play
Forget your bad shots
Have fun out there!
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Posted: Apr 2015
About this poem:
Just some random tips I've heard over the years. I have been golfing for 31 years on golf courses. I used to just whack a ball around with a 7 iron I got from my brother down at the ball park. The par was 3 to hit a cement block and 3 the other way to hit between two fence posts.Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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