hasmukh amathalal

(17/05/1947 / Vadali, Dist: - sabarkantha, Gujarat, India)

' Miss ', I Really Miss


I was stepping in to become young
I thought it is nice journey but too long
I am afraid and take care not to go wrong
I was expecting everything for song

I am so much influenced by lady smile
She has entered in life just before while’
Life seems to be so interesting and fine
I want to dance on floor with glass of wine

Miss, you can’t be so rude
For a word you have made prelude,
All warmth and affection you have included
Hate and distance you have excluded

I never expected you to cast
All doubts but trust should not last
You were the first to realize it fast
Reality known but never wore any kind of mast,

Your innocence and name is kind to infuse
Kind words for me but not meant to confuse
Time was for decision but you never refused
Always stood at right point and crisis defused

Even amidst delicate moments
You did not offer a word or comments
You were hurt most but you used simple word,
Is it blessings to you or gift from Lord?

I loved you most as your dearest friend
Still you didn’t put any word at the end,
Kept me at dark or asked or any excuse
Used otherwise it as pretext, denied or refused

'Miss' I miss you but you don’t miss,
Did not expect from you kind hug or simple kiss
Not even kind gesture or more of any show
Still I miss you and never beat eye brow

Will this uncertainty remain or go?
Life will be full of remorse but still I would forgo
Is there any restriction from your side or embargo?
You bear always “no entry” smile with logo

You called on me for good luck and best wishes
I remained dead as no water was available for fish,
May be it is very hard to swallow for some reasons
Why then there should be draught without any season?



I was quick to grasp situation,
Avoided unwarranted efforts for persuasion,
Shock was sudden and heavy but came very late,
I did accept it with grace and as part of fate

She didn’t become mine for some reasons
I waited simply for spring season
She too eagerly longed for strong bond
As I was inclined and very fond

She had everything to loose
But she had no option to choose
Why did she take extreme step?
She always used to call me as sweet babe

It may be her way of thinking
It left me high and dry with blinking
What should I call her sacrifice?
A step of dedication or break of promises?

Submitted: Friday, April 17, 2009
Edited: Wednesday, January 11, 2012

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  • Tajudeen Shah (4/24/2014 9:59:00 PM)

    whatever you call her behaviour, nature, she has truly been immortalized by your mighty, passionate pen. God Bless. wow factor on the go... (Report) Reply

  • Yash Shinde (3/16/2014 12:35:00 PM)

    great rhyme scheme....rapid transition of moods and rhythm..............great narrative story of a break up..........seriously......loved it.. (Report) Reply

  • Soumita Sarkar (11/1/2013 12:47:00 AM)

    What a lovely break up narrated in a story......I invite you to read my poems and comment.Thanks. (Report) Reply

  • Gibz Rising (10/4/2013 10:21:00 PM)

    all is forgiven, and love is by your side once again, , free of mind speaks only your spirit as trails have nominated words of fire, , re-birth for you will be distant, and shall not forget the memory of our past, ,
    dedication to the sword of love is empty with out a rock to bare its grace, , solace and divinity, combine for infinite synergy , , without a peacocks kind words there would be no reason to fly, all is forgiven to those who stand bye my side.. i love you and you love me to the end of time... NOW RISE! ! (Report) Reply

  • Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (11/3/2012 7:49:00 PM)

    Sabeen Rashid likes this.

    Sabeen Rashid It looked so picture perfect, how did it come to this? Now don't feel hungover and broken, cos every day is a feast and night, a token. Don't worry, this too shall pass. See the cloud with that silver lining? That's TOMORROW, a brand new day, waiting for you, to fill your life with sunshine again! So cheer up and smile, will you? : D
    3 hours ago via mobile · Unlike · 1 (Report) Reply

  • Kristen Brown (11/4/2011 4:34:00 PM)

    Buddy (If I'm interpreting it right) I have been there.
    Love is well...confusing.
    Sometimes we don't know why, sometimes we don't need to know. We'll always wonder.
    But for me, the hardest thing is accepting what is. Well in my situation.
    Did this ever become resolved? Did she ever give you an answer? (Report) Reply

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